#the orange high vis side

[salaciousdoll]

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿ The Salacious Exploits ‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

You’re a girl who was brought into this world with riches. Many thought that you had it all but the act of abandonment done by your father says otherwise. Don’t get it misconstrued though, your father is still alive and in your life just doesn’t even glance your way even when you broke into the famous stadium near your house with your friends, leading to sending you away to boarding school. Boarding School was an experience. Getting through that obstacle only to end up at a nice 4 year University. Easy-peasy for you right? except two and a half years later you’re sent to Private College. You hated your mother for thinking what’s best for you but “The Kaizen of Maria” Private College was a risqué experience, way better than boarding school, am I right? Am I? See how you deal with being with the social classes you don’t usually be in. Hardships, flowing red and orange leaves hitting the ground in the opening season of fall, volleyball practices, majors, sexy instructors and classmates, and finally realization of issues.

Be apprised of the warnings before you read below: smut, heavy smut, plot build-up, angst, heavy angst at the end chapters and maybe beginning too, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, age gap, reader is in her early 20s( 21-23), tw.taboo, teacher/student relationships, reader could be considered hyper feminine and Bimbo/ditzy, very different and wrong depictions of boarding school( just for the plot), trauma( heavy and light), power dynamic relationships, sex with no relations on one side( yours), large age gaps so please be aware, written with black reader in mind but again everyone could read, volleyball player!reader, fashion major!reader, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, daddy issues are high here but this in no way to describe it in a sexual manner only( this also goes into depths of it), heavy drug use! But the reader is not doing it just watching + dark content!, threesomes, classroom fucking, under the desk, Pervert reader and some characters, size kink but not major, false!corruption kink, reader is very seductive without even doing anything, body fluids( squirting, creampies, cum on body), mention of the younger cast of each series( not everyone though), Fem!reader, the men and Hange are between the ages of (30-50, so exit out this series if you’re uncomfortable), some fluff here and there, a little self indulgent, small descriptions of body parts( cocks, pussy, hair, etc.), heavy body worship, oral( f & m receiving), mentions of alcohol/parties off campus, strict teachers( Nanami, Erwin, and Levi), toxic!relationships, unrequited love( male wise), modern!au, joint modern au, crossover au!

Characters: Erwin smith, Levi Ackerman, Onyankopon, Hange Zoe, Miche Zacharias, Gojo satoru, Geto suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Hiromi Higuruma, Keith shadis, Kishibe, Eren Kruger, Principal Yaga, Zeke Yeager, Atsuya Kukasabe, Grisha Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, and Choso Kamo

Wc: tba ( tie it up at the end of the series)

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: Thank you to Deja for the pictures/headers, I adore you so much for this because you did this for free and just for your own entertainment, I was so scared to ask you but we up!! 😭 read the warnings carefully everyone. As always, MDNI; 18+ only

Taglist

｡ﾟ•┈୨ CHAPTERS ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

i. The opening of Fall 9/19/23

ii. Friends? 10/1/23

iii. You can’t always get what you want 12/16/23

IV. I wouldn’t do a thing like that, that’s for sure! 1/16/24

V. Be my Daddy(1/24/24)

VI. Ridin’

VII. I put you down because I want you

VIII. Slut Pop

IX. Strawberry Pound Cake

X. Thee Five Star Bitch

XI. Cherry Cola

Xll. Ten men on my line tryna fuck me, your daddy’s the biggest spender

XIII. He calls me lavender

XIV. Just wanna have fun’

BONUS CHAPTERS

XV. Holding hands with an bad old man

XVI. Allure

XVII. Wanna know how red taste?

XVIII. Blood Rush Slut

XIX . Candy Necklaces

XX. French Restaurant

｡ﾟ•┈୨ SALACIOUS PLAYLIST ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

1. Boarding school- Lana Del Rey 2. Party Girls- Victoria Monet

3. Love Language- Sza 4. Open Arms- Sza ft Travis Scott

5. Mermaid Hotel-Lana Del Rey 6. Girl that got away- Lana Del Rey

7. Go Go Dancer- Lana del Rey 8. Off to the Races- Lana del Rey

9. I’m that girl- Beyoncé 10. Rocket- Beyoncé 11. You can be the boss- Lana del Rey

12. French restaurant- Lana del Rey 13. Fucked my way up to the top- Lana del Rey

14. Attention- doja cat 15. Daddy issues- The Neighborhood

16. Older- Isabel larosa 17. Naughty Girl-Beyoncé 18. Valley of the doll- Marina

19. What was I made for- Billie elilish 20. Baby doll- Mariah Carey

21. The roof- Mariah Carey 22. Body Electric- Lana del Rey

23. All Up In Your Mind- Beyoncé

Tagging: @chosoist @honeybleed @emomanswhore @simpingfor-wakasa @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia @angelshub and if anyone else wants to be tagged in future chapter, fill out the taglist form.

｡ﾟ•┈© all right reserved to salaciousdoll, she does not give permission to steal, plagiarize, and translate.

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[atinylittlepain]

Clementines

college!steve harrington x f!oc

part of the girl boy universe

a/n | thank you to darling orange peel anon, there's no warnings on this one, just a lot of love :')

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2005

“Steve, can you peel this for me?”

“Yeah, let me see.” Young knees, small knees, smeared with dirt and an errant band-aid, bend and curve right next to his, sitting down close on the porch step. Late in the day, the sun starting to drip and falter, warm orange melt that’s washing the backyard in syrupy light, the summer heat starting to cool. 

“What’s this about you calling me Steve, huh?” He tries to ask it casual, hands making careful work of the clementine she gave to him, because he knows she likes it when he peels it all in one spiraling go. Mom doesn’t do it like you do, and yes, maybe he likes that a little too much. 

“That’s your name.”

“Well, yeah, but I’m dad too. Always gonna be dad to you, babe.” Her eyes are watching his hands, a quiet mmmmokay, though it’s clear she’s a little more invested in the final flourish of the peel, all in one go. 

“Thank you, Steve.” He tries hard not to sigh at that. 

“Gonna share with me?” 

“I guess.” With all the brass and bluster of an uptight heiress humoring a plebe, though she still offers him a segment, still sitting so close that her elbow is hooked over his knee. They sit in an easy silence for a while, the scent of citrus lingering and mixing with sunscreen, sun-worn after a day outside, lulling in a faint haze of cicada song and shimmering heat. Maybe a little delirious from the sweet simmer, he could swear they’re being joined by angels, a halo of fierce setting sun around them as they tromp through the tall grass toward the porch. 

“Daddy, look what I found!” Sometimes still unsure on her legs, bumbling and brashing and the younger of their pair. She looks just like Andy when she’s excited, he thinks, same smile, same eyes, holding out a small palmful of rocks to show him. Lately, he has gotten very good at getting excited about rocks, oohing and awing, squinting up to Andy, knowing smiles passed between them. They got Violet a rock tumbler at the start of the summer and she seems to find something every day to put in it, lining her polished treasures up on the windowsill in her room. 

“Nice finds, babe, this one is really pretty.” There’s a brief squabble when the older of the pair plucks one of the rocks out of the younger’s hands, little whine, little snit that they’re quick to soothe and smooth. Andy sits down on the other side of him on the steps, presses a quick kiss to the corner of his jaw before producing another clementine from the pocket of her overalls, an easy enough distraction, if you ask nicely daddy’ll peel it for you, Vi. And then the sweetest, smallest, daddy, peel it for me, please, somewhere between question and command, and he’s never saying no to that, not ever. And so Violet stands with small hands on his knees, watching rapt as he makes easy work of the peel, something he already knows he’s going to miss, someday, older, and no longer believing in this easy magic. Andy reaches behind him in the meanwhile, gentle palm between Margot’s shoulder blades and you alright over there? And when Margot answers with an easy yeah, mom, Steve scoffs, just a little dramatic as he hands Violet her clementine, perfectly peeled.

“Oh, so she gets to be mom, but I’m Steve? How you wound me.” Already embarrassing, but he’ll still take it when Margot groans, rolls her eyes, looks like Andy then too, with an ugh, dad. Already too cool for him and yes, if anyone’s asking, he’s dreading the high school years. 

“Will you peel one for me, baby?”

“Do you have an endless supply of clementines in your pockets, or are you just happy to see me?”

“I’m afraid this is my last one, but I’ll share it with you.”

“Well, in that case.” As he’s peeling the third and final clementine, Violet offers the last segment of hers to Margot, a simple enough exchange that still makes his heart swoop in a lovely way, the both of them taking off afterward to go look for caterpillars, one of their few shared passions. 

He and Andy watch their girls roam the backyard as they share the last of the fruit, hands brushing hands, quiet and sweet. Three coiled peels are slumped next to him on the step, all perfect, all in one go. And at first, he isn’t sure what she’s doing, taking his hand in hers, though it clicks, quick, when she places his palm over her stomach, a nervous smile jumping in the corners of her mouth. 

“Really?”

“I think so, took a test this morning.”

“Oh honey.” Wonder, perfect, preening wonder, and he’s already surging toward her to press a kiss dissolving in laughter to her lips, Andy breathing out a haughty we’ve got to stop, two was insane enough, but three? We’re goners, baby and not meaning it, at all, because they’re both smiling so big and nothing but warm, fingers still stained and scented with citrus, whispering love, whispering wonder to each other. 

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1991

“Here, let me, I have a trick for it.” They should be studying, really. Finals loom, just a few more weeks, but the slow creep of senioritis, coupled with a beautiful stretch of weather, is making this last sprint to the finish awfully difficult. It seems like just about everyone is out on the quad today, in various states of undress, tank tops and shorts and bare feet on sprawled-out blankets. Andy lays next to him on their respective patch of grass, on her stomach, bare feet poised and swinging in the air, with her head propped in her hand, eyebrows raising over the tops of her sunglasses. She rolls the clementine she had been picking at into his hand, shifting onto her side to watch him work at it. 

“You know what Eddie told me?’’

“What?”

“He’s not wearing anything under his robe for graduation.”

“Jesus Christ, he’s telling everyone that.”

“I told him I support his endeavors.”

“Don’t encourage him, he’ll just up the ante, and I’d rather not deal with my parents getting flashed by one of my best friends.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Knowing Eddie, I wouldn’t rule anything out.” She laughs, oh please, Steve, still watching his hands as he finishes his work, leaving the peel in one long spiral, a simple pleasure. 

“Hmm, impressive, bet you show that trick to all the girls.” Waggle of her eyebrows, though her snark is softened by her offering half of the clementine back to him. He grins with a sweet sour slice held between his molars, squinting in the bright haze of sun and warmth. 

“Only the ones I really like, honey.” 

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington ficlet #steve harrington au #girl boy #steve harrington imagine

[teyamskxawng]

In Heat [VI]

Lo'ak Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Previously: Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V

The rundown: Blessings from Jake and Neytiri + pre-date night fluff <3

Warnings: 18+ content, language, mention of reader's deceased parents, characters are aged up, minors do not interact!! please

WC: 9.0k

A/N:  This one was long, but one more chapter to goooo

The early evening light cast deep hues of orange and purple upon the landscape as it retreated, gracefully surrendering to the impending darkness of night.

After spending the entire day basking in each other's company, blissfully unaware of the outside world, you and Lo'ak finally prepared to leave your sanctuary high in the canopy of Hometree.

In a lovesick-fueled, spur-of-the-moment decision, the two of you planned to visit Jake and Neytiri, eager to share the news of your budding relationship with them.

Lo'ak, fully intent on doing things the right way when it came to courting you, was aware of the long-held tradition that called for a guy to seek permission from the girl's parents before pursuing their daughter.

However, given that you no longer had your parents by your side, Lo'ak knew this aspect of the courtship ritual would need some improvisation.

You felt eternally grateful for how Jake and Neytiri welcomed you into their lives with open arms, knowing that you shared a close bond with their children. Their warm, loving nature made you feel like you had found a second family as they took you under their protective wings–always ensuring that you felt safe and supported.

Jake and Neytiri's genuine affection for you was palpable in every caring interaction, every warm hug, every shared laugh. Each moment solidified your connection with them, showing just how deeply intertwined your lives had become. They wholeheartedly embraced you as one of their own, and it meant the entire world to you.

So when it came to Lo'ak expressing his interest in pursuing a relationship with you, it only felt right to suggest that he seek the blessing of his own parents.

As the last bit of light faded from the sky, you and Lo'ak finally reached the entrance of the Sully family's tent.

With hearts beating boldly in your chests, you prepared yourselves for whatever awaited inside.

Lo'ak was undeniably a bundle of nerves as he contemplated the seemingly monumental task of seeking his parents' approval to court you.

The entire situation was just so, so important to him.

He knew his parents held you in high regard, knew that they shared his deep affection for you. Yet, despite the mutual admiration, Lo'ak couldn't shake the persistent anxiety that lodged itself in the recesses of his mind.

He found himself plagued by nagging doubts and unsettling questions. What if his parents thought he was unworthy of your companionship? Shit, what if they'd already planned for you–the epitome of perfection in their eyes–to be paired off with his brother Neteyam, the perfect son?

Just the thought of it filled him with dread.

As you both neared the tent, you couldn't help but sense a disquieting tension filling the air. You observed how unnervingly quiet Lo'ak had become–a drastic departure from his typically talkative demeanor. Attempting to reestablish a connection, you sought out his gaze, only to be met with disappointment as you discovered that his focus was fixed intently on the ground beneath him as if it held the secret to some unanswerable question; his lips pursed into a thin line across his face–a classic sign of anxiety that you had come to recognize over time.

It was clear to you that Lo'ak's thoughts wandered far beyond the immediate vicinity, consumed by worries of what-ifs and maybes.

You were acutely aware of Lo'ak's continuous struggle with self-doubt. You were sure that his overactive mind must have been racing at breakneck speed, conjuring up all sorts of scenarios that involved his parents flat-out rejecting his courting proposal.

As these thoughts crossed your mind, you were filled with an unyielding sense of determination—a steely resolve to spend every waking moment of your intertwined lives helping Lo'ak see just how truly remarkable he was. You wanted him to understand and embrace his strength, intelligence, and caring nature, not to mention the depths of your unwavering love for him. Firm in your resolution, your heart burgeoned with affection as you thought of your future together.

Chancing a glance at Lo'ak, your eyes danced with delight as you visualized regaling your future children with tales of how his self-doubt once got the best of him. Children who would most likely roll their eyes and say, "Not this story again, Mom," yet they'd listen intently all the same because deep down, they cherished hearing about their father's journey to confidence.

With your heart brimming over, you gently took Lo'ak's hand, delicately entwining your fingers like two lives beautifully twined into one destiny. You then raised your hands toward your lips. You planted a swift yet tender kiss on Lo'ak's knuckles, mimicking his earlier gesture back in the canopy of Hometree.

Your gaze was fixated on Lo'ak with great intensity, your eyes wide with anticipation.

After what felt like an eternity, Lo'ak's intense gaze finally found yours, and the creases of concern etched on his face gradually faded away.

A subtle, heartwarming smile sneaked onto his lips, melting your heart and dissolving your own anxiety. You reached out your other hand and gently clasped his, squeezing it reassuringly before letting go and unraveling your intertwined fingers.

Your unspoken words hung in the air as if bound by an ethereal thread of invisible, mutual understanding.

Finally arriving at the tent, you cautiously pulled open the entrance flap and peered inside to find the entire Sully family hard at work.

Your earlier apprehension evolved into a sense of excitement–you loved visiting everyone and hadn't seen them all under one roof in days. The family was engaged in the aftermath of dinner, the children tidying up as Jake and Neytiri sat together with watchful eyes.

Tuk was busy doling out empty bowls to Kiri one after another, almost as if she was testing Kiri's multitasking abilities. Still, Kiri kept up effortlessly with her unmatched speed and precision. Meanwhile, Neteyam found himself stationed on the opposite side of the tent, focused intently on his task of slicing and storing their leftover meat in an improvised smoke pit on the tent's floor.

As Lo'ak and you ventured inside, every single eye was drawn to you–the two missing faces at their dinner table.

Caught by surprise, Tuk couldn't help but exclaim in delight, "y/n!"

It had been a long time since you last laid eyes on the girl–not since before you started your heat. With Tuk's passionate outburst, your heart began to swell with joy, almost as if it were about to burst.

The sound of Lo'ak's little sister's voice was music to your ears, and the palpable excitement emanating from the girl intensified the happiness brewing within you. Tiny footsteps pitter-pattered toward you as Tuk sprinted over and enveloped you in a fiercely warm hug.

Flashing a smile at her, you lovingly cooed, "Hey there, TukTuk."

As you gently ran your hand over Tuk's short braids, which always seemed to have a life of their own, you asked playfully, "How's my favorite little warrior doing?"

The fondness evident in your tone could've melted anyone's heart. However, Tuk wouldn't let the 'little' remark slide without making her case.

In an act of bold defiance–or so she wanted you to believe–Tuk pulled away from you with an exaggerated pout plastered on her face.

Balancing precariously on the tips of her toes, she tried to stand taller despite gravity working against her. "I'm not little anymore!" She whined, though the way she had to tilt her head back almost entirely to look at you from her position kind of mitigated the strength of her declaration.

You gave in to Tuk's relentless persistence, staging an elaborate performance of being utterly mistaken. You grasped her firmly by the shoulders and studied her from head to toe with feigned amazement in your eyes.

"No, you're not so little anymore, are you? When on Pandora did that happen?"

Tuk responded in kind by playfully sticking her tongue out at you. "Probably during the ten thousand days you disappeared! You missed our hunting lesson this week, y/n."

Ouch. The playful jab struck a chord with you.

Though you realized the importance of the hunting lesson, you had no choice but to miss it. In the throes of your first heat cycle, you knew that you were in no condition to handle a bow and arrow yourself, let alone guide an overly enthusiastic and rambunctious child like Tuk in mastering the weapon. However valid the reason, hearing Tuk's innocent complaint still stung.

You offered Tuk a warm, apologetic smile, bending down to be at eye level with the spirited little girl.

"Don't worry, Tuk. I promise we'll have two lessons next week to make up for it, okay yawne?" you said gently.

While still maintaining your warm grin directed at Tuk, you couldn't help but sneak a furtive peek at Jake and Neytiri, who were observing the unfolding conversation with great amusement. You directed a sheepish smile toward the young girl's parents before continuing hesitantly, "Only if it's okay with your amazing parents…"

Catching on to your subtle cues, Neytiri exchanged a knowing glance with her husband before the pair nodded in agreement.

Jake flashed you a reassuring smile that made his eyes sparkle as if to say, "We trust you with our little one."

Turning his attention towards his daughter, he asked tenderly yet authoritatively, "What do you have to say to y/n, Tuk?"

Upon hearing her father's consent to let her participate in the extra hunting lessons with you, Tuk's ears perked up like excited antennas. She couldn't contain herself anymore; an ecstatic squeal escaped her lips as she jumped up and down.

"Yay, yay, yay!" Tuk chanted gleefully, her entire being radiating pure joy and excitement. Grinning from ear to ear, she thanked you by enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug that was impressively strong for such a tiny person. You chuckled at the little girl's boundless energy.

Lo'ak had been diligently observing your interaction with his younger sister, sporting what he was sure must have been the dopiest lovesick grin anyone had ever seen. He stood there, arms folded across his chest as he absorbed the tender exchange between you two.

You and Tuk had always shared an incredibly close bond, with you taking on the role of an older sister for Tuk, despite not sharing a drop of blood. Tuk was smitten with you, looking up to you as if you were a ray of sunshine that could do no wrong.

Initially, Lo'ak found himself struggling with frustration in those moments when Tuk managed to steal away your attention from him–something he begrudgingly admitted he envied. But over time, as his feelings for you grew stronger, so did his appreciation for the happiness you and Tuk shared with one another. The sight of you together made his heart swell with an almost uncontrollable warmth.

You both meant the world to Lo'ak.

At last, Tuk released herself from your embrace and skipped back to her assigned chore of collecting dishes alongside Kiri.

Seizing the moment, Lo'ak casually closed the distance between himself and you, feeling a sense of comfort and assurance as he neared your presence. Your eyes met for a brief instant–time seeming to pause–before you hastily turned away from one another, trying in vain to hide the infatuated expressions on your faces.

Lo'ak finally mustered the courage to meet the curious gaze of his parents, who had been keenly observing the unusually affectionate exchanges between him and you. The unusual air of intimacy between you that did not escape their observant gazes.

Standing under their watchful eyes, Lo'ak felt a wave of nerves wash over him. He tried to gulp them down before slowly nodding at his parents.

In an attempt to be casual, he said, "Uh, do you think we could speak to you two alone for a minute?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the once lively tent was suddenly engulfed in silence. Everyone within earshot seemed to snap their attention to you and Lo'ak, their stares burning holes into the pair of your souls.

Neytiri and Jake exchanged a glance. It was as if they were effortlessly deciphering their son's request through a silent conversation filled with unspoken thoughts and the tiniest of head movements.

Sensing the escalating tension in the room, Lo'ak felt the need to clear his throat rather conspicuously while attempting to put everyone at ease. "Just need to ask you something. But it's kind of important."

The awkwardness seemed to hang in the air for a few more beats before Lo'ak took a deep breath and awaited his parents' response.

Lo'ak could feel the heat rise to his face as he stood there, awkward and nervous. Kiri and Neteyam exchanged a smug, knowing look.

Finally, Jake decided to show some mercy to his youngest son. Turning away from his wife, he gave Lo'ak a firm, reassuring nod.

Trying to regain some semblance of composure, Lo'ak rubbed his clammy hands against his thighs in anticipation. Meanwhile, Jake's attention shifted to the rest of the children as he motioned toward the entrance of their tent.

In a tone that brooked no argument, he ordered, "You three go help each other wash the dishes."

Neteyam responded with immediate obedience, nodding and uttering a determined "Yes, sir."

Kiri, on the other hand, appeared puzzled by the unfolding events. She hesitated for a moment, trying–albeit unsuccessfully–to catch your eye to gain some sort of insight into the perplexing situation unfolding before her.

And poor Tuk just wanted to be in on the action; she let out an exasperated groan at Jake's directive. "But I want to hear what Lo'ak has to ask!" She whined dramatically, her face scrunching up in despair.

Neytiri, with an expression of mild exasperation, cut her eyes at her youngest child. "Tuk," she uttered firmly, "go with your siblings. Now."

Tuk whirled around on her heel, making a grand effort to conceal her overly dramatic eye-roll at her mother's insistence. With a slight huff, she resigned herself to following her mother's wishes.

As the trio of siblings ambled towards the tent's exit, Neteyam, unable to resist the urge to poke fun at his brother, gently placed his hands on Lo'ak's shoulders, squeezing him jokingly before joining their sister. The laughter of Lo'ak's siblings filled the tent as Neteyam gently nudged Tuk ahead of him with a hand on the top of her head, effectively pushing her out of the tent.

With a final giggle from Tuk as she ducked under the entrance flap into the luminescent night outside, the tent fell silent again.

Only Lo'ak, you, Jake, and Neytiri remained within. You were all waiting for someone (cough cough… Lo'ak) to break through it all and speak up.

Lo'ak had always struggled when it came to matters of the heart, but today was the day he needed to suck it up and put an end to his nervousness.

Mustering up all of his courage, he closed the gap between himself and his parents. But before taking that crucial step, he instinctively reached out for your hand as if it were a magical source of support.

Your grip sent a comforting warmth throughout his entire body, filling him with newfound confidence.

He scrutinized his parents' faces, not missing their keen observation of his move. His father's eyebrows slowly rose in realization while his mother tried her best to suppress her emotions. Taking in a deep breath as if vacuuming all his underlying fears away, Lo'ak exhaled forcefully and let the words tumble out:

"I'm asking for your permission to court y/n y/l/n. She means everything to me, and I can't see myself spending my life with anyone else by my side."

He dared to sneak a glance at you, anxious about your reaction.

Much to his relief, he found you already looking at him with a heart-melting tenderness that radiated from your golden eyes. He smiled back at you, feeling swept up in your affectionate gaze.

The tender moment made it almost impossible for him to tear himself away from you and refocus on his still-silent parents, who were looking at him with unwavering attention.

With hesitant anticipation, he continued, "You two were close with y/n's parents, and you practically raised y/n as one of your own, so…. we thought it'd be good to ask for your blessings."

Holding his breath, Lo'ak nervously awaited their reactions, observing how his parents exchanged a glance filled with a myriad of emotions.

It was his mother who broke the facade first.

A brilliant, heartfelt smile graced her features, and she raised a trembling hand to her lips as an overwhelming surge of emotions threatened to spill over.

Meanwhile, Jake spoke up first.

Though he didn't appear outwardly as gripped by emotion as his wife, anyone could tell that he, too, was immensely proud and overjoyed that his son had found someone who brought such deep and meaningful love into his life.

"Wow. Jesus. I mean, I don't think there's anyone out there that'd be a better match for either one of you," Jake declared, gazing back and forth between you and Lo'ak with rare affection crossing his features.

Neytiri, her eyes glossy with emotion, rose to her feet, gracefully making her way toward the young couple. "Za'u," she beckoned softly.

That caused you and Lo'ak to exchange puzzled glances, each unsure which of you Neytiri was addressing.

Your curiosity was promptly answered when Neytiri enfolded both of you within the warm sanctuary of her arms, pressing your heads gently against her shoulders as a surge of happiness washed over her. Neytiri closed her eyes in contentment, savoring the tender moment.

"I'm so happy for you," she whispered. "Eywa has blessed you both."

Neytiri carefully disentangled herself from the warmth of the double embrace, only to draw you back into a warm one-on-one hug of her own.

Gently, she planted an affectionate kiss on your forehead, the gesture carrying the love of a million mothers.

A rush of emotion surged through you at her affection.

Blinking back tears that threatened to spill and blur your view, you were reminded of how your mother used to shower you with the same tender love before her passing.

As Neytiri cradled you in her arms, she noticed the emotional turmoil wracking through your body through your shaky, uneven breaths. She stroked your head in an attempt to soothe you, letting her nimble fingers dance through your hair. Leaning in, Neytiri tenderly pressed her cheek against the top of your head as a silent testament to your bond.

When Neytiri pulled back, she had a watery smile playing on her lips.

Her eyes lit up with rare humor as she delivered her following words in a low voice–retaining the severe undertones that showed how deeply she meant them: "If my youngest son ever so much as causes you the slightest torment…"

The way Neytiri trailed off was a threat in and of its own.

Her eyes honed in on the boy she spoke of, who was locked in the middle of a warm paternal embrace with his father.

The powerful glare she sent him should have made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but Lo'ak seemed surprisingly unphased. It was as if the notion that he could ever cause harm to you was so insane that it didn't warrant a reaction.

"That's not gonna happen," Lo'ak confidently stated, unwavering certainty in his voice. "Care too much about her." As he directed a tender, love-struck smile toward you, there was no mistaking just how much he meant those words.

His parents didn't need the divine intervention to understand their son's feelings for you. They knew exactly how deeply rooted the connection was between you and Lo'ak—an undeniable bond formed in your childhood that only continued to strengthen as you grew.

The knowledge brought a slight chuckle from Neytiri and her husband as they recalled Lo'ak's younger days.

Getting him to utter two sentences without bringing you up was practically impossible. No matter what the topic, he'd somehow always steer it right back to your name–"y/n did this," "y/n said that," "Guess what y/n and I did today!"

Little Lo'ak just wouldn't shut up about you.

Even Jake, who was undeniably a tad awkward and unsure of how to navigate this kind of conversation with his son, as well as the girl he'd witnessed grow up alongside his boy, couldn't help but grin at Lo'ak's passionate proclamation of love for you.

Honestly, Jake hadn't anticipated having to address matters of courtship for at least a few more years–and he certainly didn't foresee having to tackle it with Lo'ak before addressing it with Neteyam.

The entire situation left him feeling woefully unprepared when Lo'ak initially sought permission, yet he soon realized that your innocent love was so pure and natural that it effortlessly sidestepped any potential awkwardness. He observed the spark in both of your eyes, especially when you glanced at each other shyly from time to time.

For all intents and purposes, you were already an integral part of the Sully family.

Jake took that fact in stride, stepping away from his son with a final squeeze to his shoulder. He moved towards you, opening his arms and enveloping you in a warm embrace.

You were such a great kid, full of kindness and talent and good spirits–truly exceptional in every way. The fact only became more evident as you gently disentangled yourself from Jake's hug, gratitude shining in your eyes as you expressed your thanks for allowing his son to court you.

"Thank you, Jake," you said earnestly.

With a twinkle in his eye, Jake shook his head and playfully patted you on the top of your head. His grin widened as he replied, "No, thank you," he said, feigning great relief.

With a comical tilt of his head and an exaggerated sigh, he gestured toward Lo'ak.

The boy had by now found himself trapped in his mother's grasp and was being forcibly tucked under her protective chin. Her arms locked tightly around his head–the quintessential motherly embrace.

Jake continued, "Finally have this knucklehead off my hands." Jake barely suppressed a chuckle as his smile threatened to split his face in half.

For a brief moment, Neytiri detached herself from Lo'ak and directed a sharp hiss at her husband. The sudden change in demeanor caused Jake's eyes to widen in terror, his hands flying upwards in an attempt to appease his angered spouse.

Hastily, he clarified, "Just a joke, honey," ensuring that he steered as far away as possible from evoking Neytiri's wrath.

After casting her scrutinizing gaze on Jake, Neytiri opted to continue hugging her son with bone-crushing enthusiasm. She gently swayed Lo'ak from side to side, demonstrating the depth of a mother's love for her child.

With a playfully exasperated expression, Jake glanced toward you with exaggerated wide eyes and an almost comical air of disbelief. However, you were oblivious to Jake's silent banter. Your attention was focused entirely on Lo'ak.

You were utterly captivated by the scene unfolding before you, a smile adorning your face as you marveled at the love and affection emanating from Neytiri towards her son.

The boy valiantly tried to appear unbothered by his mother's enthusiastic hugging, maintaining an aura of toughness in your presence despite being completely smothered in affection.

It was common knowledge that Lo'ak had always been, and would forever remain, a complete momma's boy.

Despite the countless death glares and faux threats she'd send in the direction of her youngest son, Neytiri couldn't help but be utterly tender-hearted when it came to him. You found this charming trait of their relationship to be incredibly endearing.

Lo'ak usually loved the attention (but he'd never admit that out loud).

Now, however, he was far from enthused about his mother's public displays of affection.

He grumbled into her loving embrace, "Alright, Mom." His voice unintentionally took on a higher pitch as his embarrassment grew while being cradled by his mother like a toddler, especially since his brand-new girlfriend was standing right there witnessing it all.

As endearing as it was, you found the entire scenario absolutely hilarious.

Lo'ak just looked so adorably dorky hunched over, his head pressed to his teary-eyed mother's chest.

You tried your best to maintain a straight face but eventually had to place a hand over your mouth to hold back the peals of laughter that threatened to break free at any moment.

Finally, Neytiri reluctantly pulled away from the embrace, holding her son out at arm's length. With tender affection, she placed both hands on either side of Lo'ak's cheeks, gently squeezing them as she cherished the heartfelt moment.

Lo'ak closed his eyes in mortification at the sound of both his girlfriend's and his father's hushed laughter.

He had half a mind to flip you both the finger over his mother's shoulder.

You sat in your tent the following night, meticulously combing through your hair.

You had always been particularly attentive to the care of your hair, finding solace in the repetitive motion that reminded you of how your mother used to tend to it during your childhood.

A snippet of memory flashed through your mind–you, young and energetic, fearlessly training to be a skilled warrior, constantly pushing yourself to new limits. With such an active lifestyle, it was no wonder that your hair frequently suffered the consequences, transforming into an entangled mess by the end of most days.

Your mother, a tender-hearted woman with caring hands, was the only person you felt comfortable entrusting with the delicate task of caring for and braiding your hair.

The memory of her gentle touch still lingered in your mind—her delicate fingers gliding effortlessly through the tangled strands of hair. It was almost therapeutic for you, sitting in your mother's lap as she skillfully braided each section while sharing tales of wisdom and laughter.

You refused to let anyone else handle your hair when she passed away.

Despite numerous heartfelt offers from Omatikayan women around you to braid and aid in grooming as a show of support, you simply couldn't bring yourself to accept them. You just couldn't bear the thought of someone else's hands on the same hair your mother had once lovingly tended to.

You meticulously pulled the front portion of your hair away from your face, fastening it securely at the back of your head with a durable leather band.

You stared intently at your reflection, your gaze lingering on your mother's eyes, your father's nose.

Despite the familiar features, their absence weighed heavily in your heart. You couldn't help but wonder what they would've thought about you, about who you've become, if only they were still there to see you now as you prepared for your first date.

A bittersweet mix of emotions swirled inside you as you gently brushed your hair forward until it cascaded over your shoulders and down your chest. Out of habit, you drew free two strands from the half-ponytail that you created, delicately framing your facial features.

Pausing to critically assess your overall appearance, you cast a discerning eye over your body, slightly adjusting the newly woven top you had painstakingly labored over until it achieved the perfect fit.

Your chest rose with pride as you took in the iridescent beads that tastefully accented your creation, subtly shimmering when caught by the light.

Your loincloth paired flawlessly with the eye-catching top, featuring similar beading that dangled gracefully from its front. The beaded strands ran down the length of your long legs, striking just the right chord between elegance and allure.

You never really paid much attention to your appearance–after all, you were a fierce warrior in a world where looks held no clout on the battlefield.

However, as you gazed at your reflection on this particular night, you felt a surge of beauty and confidence.

Your eyes were naturally drawn to the vibrant yellow flower Kiri had hand-picked for you earlier that day when you told the girl that Lo'ak had nervously asked you out on a date.

You smiled, reminiscing about Lo'ak's clumsy demeanor during the encounter–fumbling over his words and blushing like a smitten teenage girl as he barely managed to stammer out an invitation for a late-night rendezvous of sorts.

As you delicately plucked the brilliant yellow flower from its resting spot on your dresser, you felt a thrill run down your spine.

Tonight's date meant more to you than you cared to admit. You stood poised with the flower in hand, ready to adorn yourself with the token of affection and begin the new chapter in your relationship with Lo'ak.

Then came the knock, the gentle rapping at the entrance of your tent accompanied by Lo'ak's familiar voice calling out your name.

"You can come in," you announced as you anxiously peered over your shoulder.

A smile spread across your face as you observed Lo'ak's crouched form gently pushing aside the tent's flap and emerging into your home.

He made a gallant attempt at entering; however, his feet became rooted to the ground halfway in, his mouth hanging open a bit in astonishment upon seeing you. His eyes roved up and down your body, overtly analyzing every little detail of your entire essence. You sent his mind into a frenzy, and for a moment, words escaped him.

"Hi, Lo'ak," you greeted him warmly, flashing him an infectious smile that seemed to light up even the darkest corners of the tent.

It was evident that your presence had thrown Lo'ak off balance as he desperately fumbled for words while attempting to regain his composure.

Lo'ak swallowed hard, his pupils dilating as he focused back on your face.

It finally dawned on him that his grip on the tent's flap had intensified–it seemed like he had been hanging onto it as if it was his lifeline while processing the sheer beauty standing before him.

Realizing just how crazy he probably looked, he self-consciously released his grasp on the flap and cautiously stepped into the safe haven of your home.

As Lo'ak tried to nonchalantly re-familiarize himself with the tent's surroundings, you could barely stifle a snicker at his disarray.

Finally somewhat composed, Lo'ak began to speak, "You look…" but his voice faltered as his eyes betrayed him once more.

They darted across your figure involuntarily, leaving him both stunned and in awe. You were still the same breathtakingly beautiful girl he had always known and admired. However, tonight, you seemed to shine in a new and enchanting light–literally.

Your presence was almost ethereal as the silver beams of moonlight snuck into your tent and surrounded your form in a mesmerizing halo-like essence.

The glistening beads adorning your chest seemed to dance with the light, casting a dreamy glow upon your lithe frame.

Lo'ak tried valiantly to regain control of his words and emotions but found himself anchored by the unexpected enchantment of the moment. Attempting to form words of admiration, Lo'ak stumbled over his speech like awkward footsteps on uneven ground.

Unable to articulate his thoughts clearly, he barely managed to stutter out, "Shit. I mean—Wow…"

He locked eyes with you as if seeking solace from his own bewilderment. After a fleeting quietude, he finished his sentence with newfound determination, "You look beautiful."

His actions manifested his flustered state even further when he raised a shaky hand to his forehead and trailed it downwards through the air in a long overdue–yet still adorably charming–greeting.

He'd finally come to his senses enough to realize that maybe he should stop embarrassing himself in front of you.

Banishing any lingering awkwardness, Lo'ak consciously steadied himself.

"Thanks, Lo'," you mumbled, your cheeks taking on a familiar pink-purple hue as you glanced away from Lo'ak's gaze and down at the flower that was still cradled in your hands.

Even though you desperately attempted to hide it, the warmth of shyness spread through your chest like wildfire.

Lo'ak closed the distance separating you by taking a few deliberate steps closer. It might have been the potent allure of your subtle beauty or the infectious nature of your timidness, but either way, he found himself compelled towards you. He stood just inches from you, close enough that he could practically feel the heat radiating off your body.

With a hint of playfulness in his eyes, he whispered softly, "Do you have any idea how perfect you are? How lucky I am?" He knew that his words were cheesy and gross, and his siblings would never shut up about it if they ever heard about it, but he was convinced that no mortal realm could produce something so divine as your blush-flushed face.

A grin threatened to stretch across his face as he took in your reaction.

His hands reached out gingerly to cradle your face, gently caressing your soft skin as they traveled down the curve of your neck and over your delicate shoulders. And then, with the tenderness of a caring lover, he took your hands into his own and clasped them tightly.

Your fingers intertwined effortlessly as if they had been crafted specifically for one another's grasp–a lifetime of emotions passing between you both in a single moment.

Though you rolled your eyes at his cliché words, you were painfully aware that your cheeks were glowing under his adoring gaze.

Pretending to be unaffected, you playfully wrapped your arms around his neck while gently brushing your nose against his, giving him a teasing grin.

"Shut up," you replied, a hint of laughter in your voice, "I'm the lucky one."

And as you spoke the words, you couldn't help but wonder if the incredibly surreal moment was just a figment of your imagination.

As if there was no way the boy you'd been in love with for your entire life reciprocated feelings for you. You felt warm all over. It was like a group of woodsprites was performing a magical dance inside your stomach, their delicate arms fluttering with each beat of your heart.

Lo'ak found himself completely captivated by your charming smile–so much so that he could only blink down at you in disbelief as if attempting to comprehend how such an extraordinary moment could be happening to him.

His half-lidded eyes fixated upon the enticing allure of your lips. It was at that precise moment that whatever had been the topic of your conversation seemed to vaporize into thin air.

Lo'ak leaned in, hesitating just a hair's breadth away from your tantalizing lips. And then, with unbridled intensity, he pressed his mouth against yours, wasting no time before deepening the passionate connection as he felt you eagerly reciprocate.

A sweet sigh escaped from your lips, reverberating into Lo'ak's very soul. Your hands cupped his face with an urgency that coaxed him to close the already minute distance between your bodies–a task that seemed impossible and yet one you were both determined to conquer.

The chemistry between the two of you pulsated like a current, undeniable and completely intoxicating.

Lo'ak circled his arms around your waist, drawing you close as you finessed your way onto your tiptoes in an effort to bridge your height difference. With your chests pressed together, your hearts seemingly beat together as one.

You were the first to begrudgingly break away from the heated kiss, the burgeoning passion of it all causing your breath to come in little more than shallow gasps.

As you fought for air, elation danced across your features; Lo'ak's eyes were drawn to the hypnotic way your chest, adorned with all the little shimmering beads of your top, rose and fell like waves on a storm-tossed sea.

Lo'ak tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth before releasing it slowly, breathlessly whispering words that seemed simultaneously incredulous and euphoric: "You're not real…"

You still had no idea how to accept the compliments that continually flew from Lo'ak's lips, so you pushed him lightly in the chest–though some might argue it was more of a loving shove.

After a lingering moment, you slowly pulled away and carefully handed the delicate flower you held in your hands to Lo'ak before pivoting away from him, your back towards his front. "Can you put this in my hair for me?" You asked, catching his eye in the polished stone in front of you.

Lo'ak's eyes met yours in the reflection, and you both shared a smile before he acquiesced with a gentle nod of assent.

Lo'ak grinned from ear to ear, his heart swelling with warmth at such a simple yet intimately domestic request. He gathered himself together, consciously straightening his posture and adjusting his stance.

He wove the fragile stem of the flower through the portion of hair you had previously tied back. Using the tenderness of his fingers, he tied your hair and the flower stem together in a knot to ensure it stayed secure.

The artistry of such a simple gesture wasn't lost on him–this was akin to securing his place in your life with every twist and turn of the stem.

After ensuring that his handiwork was secure, he used his fingers to tilt your head to the side, glancing back into the reflective surface so that you could appreciate his masterpiece.

Lo'ak was pleasantly surprised to find that you were already stealing glances at him through the reflection. Your sparkling eyes, ripe with amusement and a dash of affectionate mockery at his antics, shone brightly as you clearly struggled to suppress your laughter.

From his position behind you, Lo'ak grasped the underside of your chin and carefully tilted your head back until your eyes met the tent's ceiling. You squinted in bewilderment, eyes narrowing even further as a mischievous smile spread across Lo'ak's face.

Lo'ak leaned in closer until his lips brushed against your forehead, leaving a tender kiss that lingered for just a moment.

You exhaled sharply, your eyes crinkling shut while you reveled in the sheer bliss of the moment. You beamed at Lo'ak's endearing display of affection.

It was becoming increasingly apparent that forehead kisses were Lo'ak's thing, and it made your heart lurch every single time.

Your connection was palpable, transcending language as your hearts seemed to communicate all on their own.

Bringing your head back to its forward-facing position, you were quickly enveloped in Lo'ak's arms as they wrapped around your front.

His chin lovingly rested in the crook of your shoulder, and his warm breath cascaded by your cheek and neck like an enchanted breeze coaxing delicate goosebumps to dance across your skin. He pressed a fleeting kiss onto your cheek, a domestic little gesture that sent your nerve endings alight with sparks of sensitivity and made your once-even breath catch in your throat.

Your hands instinctively reached up to clasp onto Lo'ak's arms, tracing the contours of his sinewy muscles through entwined fingers. Your thumb made small circles on his warm skin as if penning words of adoration only your hearts could read.

There you stood, intertwined and basking in the unparalleled closeness for what felt like an eternity.

For those precious moments, nothing else mattered. The two of you were lost in a world entirely your own.

As you absentmindedly traced your fingers along Lo'ak's forearm, you spotted an unfamiliar band wrapped around his arm. It immediately caught your attention, as it was different from his usual simply woven armband.

Unable to restrain your curiosity, you gave Lo'ak a gentle nudge and pointed to the new accessory, casually inquiring, "When did you get this?"

Lo'ak seemed to be suddenly jolted back to reality by your unexpected query. His eyes darted toward the band adorning his arm, and a sheepish grin slowly crept onto his lips.

He removed the armband from himself and proudly presented it to you. His demeanor brimming with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, he uttered with an uncharacteristically shy tone, "I made it for you. Yesterday."

As his outstretched fingers reached toward your arm, you found yourself willingly pliant under his hands.

His touch was feather-light as he allowed his fingers to skate up the length of your arm, carefully wrapping the leather band around your bicep. He tightened it, ensuring it hugged you snugly like a second skin.

His fingers may have lingered just a moment longer than necessary, but neither of you seemed to mind.

He took a step back to observe his work, his probing gaze nervously flickering back and forth between the armband and your face in a bid to gauge your reaction to his first courting gift.

"Lo'ak…" you began, your voice barely a whisper as you stared in sheer wonder at the extraordinary gift that adorned your arm. Unable to leash the surge of euphoria that washed over you, a radiant smile stretched across your face as you meticulously inspected every detail in the craftsmanship.

It was an incredibly intricate weave, with methodical rows of tiny cerulean beads meticulously embedded along the center. Dangling from the forefront of the band was a stunning azure feather, swaying gently with each movement of your arm.

The thought that Lo'ak had not only taken his valuable time but also poured his heart and soul into creating such a beautiful gift just for you was utterly mind-blowing.

Your cheeks began to ache from the relentless grinning, but you genuinely couldn't help yourself.

Imagining Lo'ak hunched over the delicate materials late into the night, painstakingly threading bead after bead, all for you, brought unprecedented warmth to your heart. You could practically envision him cursing under his breath, an endearing grimace on his face as he unraveled yet another misaligned row of beads.

"Kiri and Tuk had to teach me how to get all the beads lined up straight, but still."

Lo'ak's face blushed an even deeper shade of purple as you closely examined the painstakingly crafted armband, your expression filled with a particular fondness that seemed to make time stand still.

Attempting to regain his composure, Lo'ak continued, trying his best to keep his voice steady, "Just wanted to make something special for you," he said, a palpable warmth–similar to that of a comforting fire on a cold night–permeating his words.

Now resting snugly on your bicep, the armband was more than just a simple gift. Each cluster of beads spiraling around your arm symbolized friendship and love, telling the story of how the two of your lives had imperfectly intertwined.

At last, you raised your gaze and met his eyes, a spark igniting between you. Your expression undoubtedly revealed the full force of emotions his gift had stirred within you.

You'd fallen for him hard; the sensation nearly swamped you in its intensity.

As if pulled by an invisible force, your hand reached out for Lo'ak and gripped his arm, pulling him closer to you gently but firmly. There was something pleasing in the way he immediately sensed your intentions and effortlessly tilted down to bridge the distance between your lips.

Your lips intertwined in a passionate dance, each kiss a familiar step in an ever-evolving choreography. Each touch sent your senses aflame. Your fingers tightened around his arms, and you felt giddy with desire as you practically drank Lo'ak in.

Lo'ak slowly broke away from you, gazing into your eyes with a lazy smile spreading across his lips.

"So, you like the gift?" he inquired, his deep voice barely above a whisper while a playful light danced in his eyes.

He enjoyed how eagerly you reached out for him, unable to resist pulling him back into your tight and loving embrace.

"Shut up," you mumbled for the second time that day, your tone filled with affectionate annoyance. Without wasting another moment, you reconnected your lips to Lo'ak's once more as if you were drawn together by an irresistible magnetic force. Your fingers found their way through the mess of his braids, gently caressing and teasing.

You eagerly swiped your tongue against Lo'ak's, and a low groan of satisfaction resonated from the depths of his throat as he became lost in your enthusiasm.

The sensation sent shivers down your spine as the sound resonated against your lips, fusing together with every captivating touch and connection between the two of you.

Gradually, almost imperceptibly, Lo'ak started guiding you further into the tent. With each step, his presence felt more magnetic, drawing you in closer until the back of your legs made contact with your dining table. All the while, your lips remained locked in a passionate–bordering on messy–kiss.

Lo'ak gently took hold of the backs of your thighs and lifted you with an ease that spoke volumes about his strength until you found yourself seated upon the table's edge, anticipation coursing through your veins.

A shiver of delight raced down your spine as you were acutely aware of the intimate position you found yourselves in.

Lo'ak stood firmly between your legs, his warm hands resting securely on the tops of your thighs. His fingers occasionally tightened and released their grip on your soft flesh, almost like an instinctive response to the intensity of the moment.

Using your new position to his advantage, Lo'ak broke away from your lips.

His mouth began exploring new territory, leaving a smoldering trail of kisses starting from your flushed cheek before continuing slightly lower along the delicate line of your jaw. With each tender brush of his lips, it felt like he was both adoring and claiming you simultaneously.

With no intention of stopping his tender assault on your senses anytime soon, Lo'ak continued to leave a line of heated kisses down your neck. You could feel his breath on your skin, warm and tantalizingly close. It felt so good; you didn't know what the fuck to do with yourself.

The potent spell that seemed to surround you both only grew stronger with every caress from Lo'ak's lips against your sensitive skin.

As if by instinct, you tilted your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. A broken moan escaped your lips, embarrassingly louder than you intended, when he tenderly bit at the sweet spot where your neck met your shoulder.

You could feel the corners of his lips curving into a satisfied grin against your skin, evidently taking pleasure in the extent to which he was able to produce such a response from you.

Over the course of several days, during which you slowly began to explore one another's bodies, the two of you seemed to have acquired an almost complete understanding of one another's desires and sensitivities. It wasn't exactly surprising, considering that before all this happened, Lo'ak had always been–and would continue to be– your best friend.

He was the one person who truly knew you inside and out.

Now that your relationship had evolved into something more intimate beyond mere friendship, it made sense that Lo'ak also possessed a profound knowledge of the delicate parts of your body–the places where tender kisses and gentle touches could reduce you to a quivering mess.

He knew exactly where to plant his kisses and caresses, how to hold and embrace you in a way that made you lose any semblance of control and unravel in his arms. And there you were: completely surrendering yourself to him, falling apart in his warm embrace as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Lo'ak refocused his attention on the tender spot on your neck, an area that he knew was hyper-sensitive to the touch. He pressed gentle kisses and nips into the skin, causing your body to tremble with each electrifying sensation.

You were gripped by a whirlwind of intensity. Your heart raced as your legs instinctively circled around his waist, trapping him closer to you.

Your hands seemed to move on their own accord as they wandered down the sides of Lo'ak's body, leaving a trail of light scratches etched into his skin. Your delicate touch actually caused Lo'ak to whimper against the crook of your neck—an almost inaudible sound that only heightened your desire for him.

Breathless and more than a little out of it by the intensity of it all, you managed to muster a question laced with curiosity and amusement.

"So, is this the date?"

The question hung in the air as you added, "Because I really don't mind–"

Before you could finish that thought, Lo'ak abruptly paused–your words bringing him back to reality in an instant. His sharp intake of breath broke the spell that had previously engulfed him in a lustful haze.

He yanked his mouth away from your neck, staring back at you with dark eyes and an indescribable expression etched across his face.

"Fuck, y/n," he mumbled under his breath; all the while, a grin threatened to conquer the entire expanse of his face.

He couldn't help but take note of your disheveled state, and his chest swelled with pride as he spotted the rapidly forming bruise near your collarbone–a mark of his doing. He shamelessly took in the sight of you, ragged and raw, completely enamored as if you were the most captivating being he'd ever encountered.

His lungs labored for air; he was breathing heavily from the intensity of the experience shared between you two. Yet, even so, it appeared as if there was still more to be said or done–a lingering craving that hadn't been fully quenched.

As if driven by an unspoken instinct, Lo'ak wasted no time closing the distance between you once more. However, this time, his approach was gentler: a brief, tender press against your lips that held all the sweetness and promise of future love.

As he stepped back, his fingers circled around your wrist, securing a gentle grip before gingerly tugging you away from the table's edge–back into reality.

"No," he responded, shaking his head emphatically but with a beaming smile remaining on his face. "I planned it all out. You're just… really distracting."

As if to confirm his statement, Lo'ak's eyes helplessly wandered over your figure once again, taking in every detail as you stood there before him.

A gentle, tender look filled his eyes as he extended his arm and readjusted the position of your top, which must have shifted out of place in the excitement of all that had just transpired.

Lo'ak's careful touch and earnest words effectively conveyed the profound connection that had formed between the two of you. There was an undeniable feeling surrounding you–a bond that exceeded mere physical attraction and delved into the realm of the emotional and unspoken.

Lo'ak paused for a moment, allowing both of you to exchange a look teeming with intimacy and understanding before you spoke up.

"So, it's my fault then?" Your question came out half-jokingly as you tried to divert attention from the increasingly warm blush tinting your cheeks in response to Lo'ak's sincere affection.

Lo'ak laughed at your unyielding nature. He was well aware of just how stubborn you could be at times, and this had become one of those instances where your resilience never ceased to amaze him.

Taking a few measured steps backward, he tried to suppress the burning temptation of getting sidetracked by your infectious energy yet again. Lo'ak knew that if he didn't act now, the date night he had meticulously planned would be nothing more than a distant dream.

Lo'ak gradually inched toward the exit of your tent, a mixture of anticipation and excitement bubbling up inside him, fueling his desire for the evening to be completely memorable.

As he extended his hand towards you, an inviting smile lingered playfully on his lips–a silent invitation for you to take a leap of faith into the evening that awaited the two of you. Lo'ak knew all too well how much you loved exploring the forest and uncovering its secrets alongside him, and tonight would be no exception.

"C'mon, I wanna show you somewhere cool," he enticed, emphasizing his offer by subtly nudging his head toward his outstretched hand.

The moment the idea was proposed, your eyes widened in excitement, and your entire being became enveloped by a childlike sense of joy.

The thought of venturing into the late-night forest alongside Lo'ak sent jolts of anticipation through your body. After all, embarking on these nocturnal escapades had grown to become one of your most treasured pastimes with your best friend.

You could feel the magnetic pull between you and Lo'ak, who stirred within you an eagerness that made any resistance utterly hopeless. He possessed a unique kind of charm that made it genuinely impossible for you to say no, even if you'd wanted to.

Honestly, if Lo'ak asked anything of you, you would probably oblige without hesitation.

It seemed almost instinctive for your fingers to reach out and intertwine with his in a display of trust and camaraderie that seemed to transcend words or even conscious thought.

As Lo'ak gently pulled you forward and out of your tent, the familiar sensation of adrenaline coursed through your veins–a fierce brightness against the inky blackness of the night that seemed to beckon you further into its embrace.

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Previously: Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V

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[saradika]

— WASTELAND, BABY

vii. be known in it's aching, shown in the shaking

[masterlist] | [part vi]

boba fett x f!reader

rated E - 6.4k

tags: fallout au, post-apocalyptic, canon-typical themes, multiple pov, angst, feelings, masturbation (m), kissing, oral (f), fingering, semi-public / outdoor sex, birth control mention, begging, piv, outercourse

Your routine watch with Fennec takes an interesting turn when someone very unexpected appears to take her place.

His reason for first going to the Pika Oasis had been rooted in duty. Never expecting there to be anything more than that - no pleasure in the long days spent away from Mos Espa.

But that had been when he thought he had been going alone.

Before he had been unable to shake Fennec. The others soon following, so sure in their decision to stick by his side.

Before… you.

He still marvels at your transformation. From that pretty little bluebird to something far more fierce. All sharp talons, now. Spreading your wings, prepared to soar.

The girl he had found at the farmhouse never would have insisted she come with. That hunch in your shoulders as you had scurried after him, startling at the crack of a branch underneath your own foot.

He can no longer pretend he doesn’t look for you. The quickest flick of his eyes when he’s walking down the main road, even now.

Looking. Searching.

Finding.

There's confidence in the way your hands brace on your hips. A little tilt of your head as you listen to the settler, watching where he points towards the row of houses being slowly cleared out.

Hands reaching for the box he holds, where it wobbles from being stacked too high. Kindness in your unguarded expression. A rarity, in a world where personal gain often came before the needs of others.

A softness still lingered in you. A remnant of the before - something he had never truly wondered about, until now. Never worth his time thinking about a past that would not exist again.

It’s in your eyes, in your smile.

In your form - the hard work and warm weather baring inches of skin that his eyes couldn't help but to be drawn to. Desire was a tricky thing, but even with his attempts to distance himself, his mind was brought back to you, again and again.

Leaving his mind to wander, in the dark. When the hard day was finally over. When what starts as a replay of a moment turns into more - a hand dropping to curl around where he’s already half-hard.

The jerk of his fist twining with his thoughts. Imaging your sweet mouth pressing against his, how your lips would feel wrapping around his cock. Soft and warm and wet - how good you’d be, for him.

Your name catching in his throat, snarled out through clenched teeth as he spilled across his knuckles.

Sometime over the past month it had changed. From a physical appreciation of the memory - the way that blue suit had clung to your form - to something deeper, something that lasted into the next morning.

No longer thinking of just the during, but now - the after.

His mind torn between that moment of reaching out and taking - like he had wanted to, just the night before. Hoping to find you on that evening shift, to go to you, himself.

Now, in the light of day - seeing you now, he wonders if he was right to wish it.

If his touch - so stained as it was - would dent your softness, mold and mar it into something unrecognizable. If it was fair to return your gaze, the desire that so often flickered in your own eyes.

The morning washes away the smoldering fire from the night before. Brining a fresh clarity, unwanted but inevitable.

No, he thinks. Perhaps not.

He has tarnished enough things during his time walking this world. The one bright spot in Mos Espa would not be one of them.

He'll let you down, gently. He can do that much.

Then, he'll make himself forget.

The sky bleeds from blue, to gold, to a deep, hazy orange.

Your plate dipping where it rests on your knee, scraped clean from your dinner-from-a-can and roasted tatos.

Lost in thought, stuck in the night before. Replaying the conversation - a loop of wondering why Boba had been asking about your shift.

If it had just been checking in again, or if it had been something more?

You think… maybe it had. The prospect thrills you, and sends your stomach twisting in knots. Feeling the heavy weight of his gaze today, your own darting back his way when his attention pulls from you.

A slow circling, steps in the sand - just waiting for the loop to complete, to finally converge.

"About time to head out.” Fennec tells you, her boot reaching out to tap yours. The corner of her mouth lifting, when you don’t immediately reply, “Where'd you go, bluebird?"

"Oh. I'm here." You blink, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks.

Brushing off her questions, the raised tilt of her brow, as you wash off your utensils, turning them back into the rusting wire basket at the cantina.

The easy silence lingering, as you walk beside her. Down the long dirt road, past all the houses. The flickering lights above and lanterns slowly dimming the further you go, until you reach the ridge that overlooks the river.

The remnants on an old one-room cabin was found nestled in the trees - bolstered with wooden boards. Furnished into something almost cozy with a discovery of an old picnic table, a rickety chair, and some crates that passed as storage.

An open window on each side that gave a good view of where the river spilled into the lake, a fine place as any to watch for Raiders.

Some of your gear is dumped inside - a small lantern lit that hopefully acts as a deterrent. An almost familiar path taken together, as you start down the wooden trail.

The nights were close to routine, now - a slow loop around the lake, and then back. A few hours of watch, and then the same.

It's about half-way down the river, near a bend that loops perfectly around a massive fallen tree, where there's another nudge. Your thoughts drift again, this time back to your childhood.

Younger you would have loved a walk like this. Toeing off shoes and socks - rolling up the hem of your pants to wade in water and wiggle your toes in the mud.

With the radiation that lingers, you don't know if you'll ever get the chance to do that again. There were areas that were safe, and perhaps this river was too, but you'd lost that carefree edge the moment you woke up.

There's an urge to look into the rippling water - see if it's still you looking back. A step forward as your eyes drop - the stars and line of trees reflected in the surface.

Again, still you. Still her, deep down, when your eyes narrow and your vision blurs.

"Don't think you'll find anything in there." A hand touches your elbow, as she brings you back again.

Your reflection distorts with the twist of your head, as you step away.

Offering a small smile, an embarrassed huff of a quiet laugh, "Sorry. I've just been a bit... distracted lately."

It's an understatement.

A sideways look shot your way, as you move on, "Don't tell me you're wishing someone else was on patrol with you."

It's a misinterpretation - and you haven't been wishing that, not really - but she still strikes at something close to your heart.

"No!" You sputter, with a little wave of your hand, "I like patrols with you. I just-"

She is quick, smart. Second in command for a reason, tongue rubbing against her teeth as she fights a smile. Easily plucking at the way your words peter out, unable to help poking at them.

"...but?"

"But, nothing." Your cheeks feel hot, as you move ahead on the trail.

Embarrassment licks at you. The thought of talking about your crush with Fennec feels silly - too juvenile on a multitude of levels.

It was fine enough in your thoughts - a soft, cozy thing. But to speak it out loud would make your desire real. If she were to laugh at your presumption, you'd be crushed.

"You don't have to tell me." She sighs, when she catches up to you a moment later, "It will be more fun to guess, anyways. Just… be careful. Okay?"

That has you pausing, a little glance over your shoulder. A frown, as you try to figure out the source of her worry.

"I’ve talked with vault dwellers before." Fennec gives you a look, as if you should know, "Things sounded a lot different back then. Life moves a lot more quickly now, with a lot less attachments."

You think you know what she means. From what you've heard, life had turned more fluid, when the world had turned all but lawless. A bad day could get you separated from your family for months, or far worse.

Love had persevered through it all, but the slow dance of romance were rooted with traditions that have long been forgotten.

"You're jumping awfully far ahead," You shoot her a look, "You're telling me there's no white dresses or ringing church bells at the end of the line?"

Her brow furrows, as she thinks about your words. Your humor had been another thing that has disappeared, when the world had changed. All those little references that came without thought, now an ancient language.

But you think she tries to understand, for you. A shake of her head, with a small smile, "Not out here. Not anymore."

"That's too bad. You'd make a pretty bridesmaid, Fen." You deflect with a grin, and then the tension breaks.

And this time she's the one to roll her eyes - to walk on ahead.

Her laugh joining yours, as you follow.

By the time you make it back to the shed, the earlier conversation has trickled down into the back of your mind. An ease in the way you settle into your usual seats - Fennec leaning against the picnic table.

You, propped up against a large crate, nearby. A leg pulled up as you rest an arm on it, giving you a good look out of one of the open windows. Idle chatter passing the time - plans for the next few days, the tiny bits of gossip you've caught while working.

How Krrsantan got that scar that arcs across his eye - a story you didn’t quite believe at first, because there weren’t laser swords in your time.

The piece of paper with some writing on it that she had seen in Mos Espa - the words illegible but somehow binding Charon to Boba, leaving him unable and unwilling to disobey an order.

And just as the sky reaches its darkest, the moon hanging full, there's the sounds of footsteps coming from the path behind.

Coming from the worn dirt path to town - someone to relieve Fennec of watch duty, since she was covering for a villager this coming evening. You still had a few hours ahead of you, until dawn rose.

You don’t look up - too busy narrowing your eyes at the flicker you thought you saw in the distance. But, through the old set of binoculars, there’s just the inky night looking back at you.

Shifts had increased when there had been rumors of Raiders nearby. Krrsantan spotting them when he had been out earlier that week, a few miles past the far edge of the fences. Disposing of some, but they always travelled in packs.

The settlement was growing, food starting to become even more plentiful. Word would spread, and those who were hungry would come - welcome or not.

Fennec uses your knee to push herself upward, and you sway with the moment. Something solid bumping into the leg that dangles, her casual “thanks, boss” capturing your attention.

Your head turns until you can see the person behind you, whose hip brushes against your thigh.

Boba Fett.

The breath catches in your throat as he lowers himself down, taking up the space where she had sat - the old picnic bench creaking, but holds steady. Your focus so solely on him, that you don't quite catch the goodbye she tosses your way.

Fennec shooks you a look, catching your delayed response. A cocked eyebrow, a smirk that splits her face; before she’s slipping out the door.

Leaving the two of you alone - the small flickering lantern warming the space where you're wrapped in darkness.

A silence lingers, until the conversation slowly begins. Going over routine ones during and after a shift. No changes in the traps set - tripwires scattered throughout the woods. No new tracks in the muddy riverbank. Nothing on the horizon.

As the minutes pass, you can't help but wonder why he's here. A small bud of hope just starting to sprout in your chest. Happy with the thought that maybe he just wanted to spend time with you, like you had been so secretly hoping.

And slowly, the topics turn. Away from the semi-formal reporting, to detailing small moments about your day. Boba tells you about the defense turret they got running at the entrance to town. Only one, but it was a start.

About the second story above the old storefront that's finally been upgraded to home an official clinic - instead of the tucked-away corner they had been using.

You tell him about the large generator you'd gotten running. The couple lucky breaks you had gotten with the old equipment, how you had managed to find enough scrap metal to replace the rusted bolts and wires.

The look in his eyes is pleased, appraising. Crinkling at the edges with his smile - as you wonder, if perhaps he no longer wishes he had left you in Mos Espa.

"Not many Wastelanders would be able to do that." The curve of his lips tilt into a frown, as if he's not sure how to word his question, "Did you do similar work before?"

Before. Before the end.

"No." The shake of your head is small, "Nothing like this, this has all been new. But I had a lot of time to learn, since I..."

The words thicken in your throat - almost choking you - but you push through, "Since I was alone for so long. And I've learned a lot in Mos Espa, too."

His eyes drop.

"I am sorry for your loss. We've all had them, but to lose everyone-" He doesn't have to words to finish, to even begin to convey the breadth of what you had gone through.

And for the first time, there's the urge to talk about them. A want to clarify, a deep-rooted feeling that you'd be safe to name them here, in this tiny shack.

"My family, they're... they're not gone." You begin, with the smallest waver in your voice. A second as you collect yourself - sending a glance his way, a small smile, "They're still in the Vault. The one I woke up in."

His face has gone from sympathetic to concerned - a sharp focus of his brown eyes, a pinch of his brow as he concentrates. You think he knows, somehow, how important this is.

"It's hard to explain but from what I've pieced together, when the bombs fell we were put into an extended cryosleep. Frozen in time." You frown, as you try to cut down your extensive research into the barest of bones, "I don't know why, but I woke up early."

There’s a slow nod as he follows, a relief coming when he does.

"And I tried to wait it out in the Vault. I really did. But after months had passed, I couldn't take it anymore." You get lost in the memory for a moment. The aching hours of isolation, those painted-white and silent walls, "So, I left. I went out."

"Very brave of you." His voice is low, in the dark.

"Very stupid." You smile, remembering those weeks - months - ago, "If you hadn't found me-"

The words die on your tongue, as you look at him. The curve of his lips as he remembers that fateful first meeting. Pure luck - you know that now, living in the outside world as long as you have now. The warmth in your chest swells at how far you've come since then.

"…But, I think they're okay. I think they'll wake up when it's time." You still hold onto that last tiny part - the exact timing. That feels like too much to give, to anyone.

Boba hums in contemplation, his fingers steepling as his elbows press into spread knees. Eyes drifting past your shoulder and beyond, as he thinks.

"They are welcome in Mos Espa. There's plenty of space in the east wing now." Boba's voice is solemn, a finger breaking free to brush against his lower lip - already planning, "I can move you over there, when we get back. Block out the rooms.”

So casual in the way he offers you salvation, once again. The heavy weight of worry that’s been sitting on your chest for some weeks now - wondering how you’ll ever afford housing for everyone, even in four years time.

A kindness offered out now, without thought.

Everything seems to go still for a moment, as your feelings tip into something almost tangible.

Love, you think dizzily. That bud in your heart suddenly blooming fiercely, the petals filling up the cavity of your chest.

Not even realizing you’re standing until his eyes drop, to where your feet creak on the thick wooden boards.

Yours stay fixed on his face. The dim flicker of the lantern catch the shadow of his scars, and you in this moment you don’t know if you’ve ever wanted to kiss someone more.

It’s then that he catches you looking, his head cocking as he considers you. The flicker of a shadow across his expression, the grit of his jaw - as if he was steeling himself.

His next words catch you off guard.

“I’m not one of your handsome princes or noble knights.” Boba’s voice is a low rumble, soft in the night air, “You know that, right?”

You frown - confused by the sudden turn, not knowing where this is going.

A protest, that he is handsome - that you’ve spent weeks thinking so, knowing so - bubbling in your throat, but he cuts you off.

“I’m an old man. I’ve seen-,” He frowns then, a moment before he continues, “I know what you want, princess. But I don’t think you really know, yourself.”

His words make you blink. Stepping towards him, as your hands brace on your hips.

Bypassing the embarrassment and barreling right towards indignation, “You don’t think I know what I want?”

Boba’s lips press together, the mark deepening between his brows. A shake of his head, the movement slow, “You want the idea of something. But it’s not reality.”

The rejection stings. It rips through you, your hands curling into fists, until your nails bite into your palms.

A final blow, “You’re not seeing, sen’ika.”

Your eyes drop. He makes you feel small, as if he’s wearing his hulking power armor now. Easily battered aside, left and forgotten in the Wasteland.

But you’ve grown, since then. Stronger and braver than when you first met.

“I see just fine.” You bite out, your heart fluttering in your chest, your breaths shallow, “I see someone that Din listens to, and respects. Someone who saved Fennec and gave her another chance.”

He’s looking at you, unblinking. Face impassive, as your voice threatens to crack, “I see someone that this settlement trusts and follows, when there’s little left for us to believe in.”

You inhale a breath, blinking back the prickle that stings your eyes. You’re aching and crushed, and the feelings in your chest are breaking out of their shackles, bursting free.

“I see someone I-”

Boba doesn’t let you finish.

The shell around him cracks with your words - a hand darting out to wrap around a wrist. It only take one willing step, before you’re tugged between spread knees.

His other broad hand spans the back of your neck, cradling it as his mouth presses to yours with a growl.

It’s messy, insistent. Your lips slotting with his as you move closer - knees knocking against the breadth of his chest as you climb onto the bench to straddle him.

His tongue brushing against your lip, a scrape of teeth as you open, whimpering. The layers of his dark robes beneath his armor are soft to the touch as your fingers sink in, as his hands find your waist and drag you closer.

It’s not like the times you’ve had, before. Hushed whispers in bed, careful fumbling. Moments from lifetimes ago - a different world.

Here, his finger dig into your hips. The nudge of something that stiffens against your core as your thighs spread wider. A mouth that presses open-mouthed against your neck, a low chuckle as you whine.

Boba knows where to touch you, your head tilting back so he can kiss at your throat, and then down. Fingers rucking up your shirt, plucking at the buttons until the cool night air is raising goosebumps against your skin.

Heat pools between your thighs, a neediness that has you rutting against him. A shiver making you tremble when his lips brush the curve of your breast, his breath warm against your skin.

“Is this what you want?”

You can only manage a weak sound, a soft gasp.

“Tell me, princess. Do you want this?” There’s a firmness to his voice that has you finding your own.

“Yes.” You look at him, his chin pressed against your sternum, waiting for your answer.

Lips parted over clenched-together teeth. A groan, then - as a finger hooks around the center gore of your worn, cotton bra.

A rough yank as he tugs it down, baring you. His tongue pressing against the stiff peak of your nipple, as your thighs close around his thick waist.

You jerk in his touch, moaning as his lips close around you. Leaning into the soft suck as his hands grip at your waist, fingertips brushing over the bare skin above the waistband of your trousers.

Tugging then at your belt, as your fingers fan out and then wrap around a shoulder.

His teeth graze your nipple, the briefest pinch before his tongue soothes it. The night quiet except the rasp of denim against his armor, as your hips rock again.

As you moan his name, sounding so pretty on your lips, “Boba. I need you.”

Racing past want, now. A throbbing in your core, an excitement coursing through your veins that feels so new. You’ve desired before, but never quite like this.

He’s tugging at the zipper now, and your hips lift to help him. Your fingers hooking around the waistband, a foot dropping down to the earth as you stand.

A knee resting in the bench as you awkwardly push both layers down to your ankles.

Your small squeak is shushed when he nudges at you - hands that press at your hips, drawing you back to the bench.

The old wood seat pressing into your bent knees as he bends you over the table, a hand smoothing down you back.

“You need me, hm?” His mouth is level with your shoulder, now. A flex of your muscles as his lips brush against your skin, as he peels the opened shirt from you.

Tucking it beneath your elbows for padding, a small moment of consideration.

“Please,” you breathe, eyes closing as his strong hands shift you up just a little further - the edge of the table biting into your skin, until - yes. There.

Right where he wants to you be.

Right where he can see you - his thumb tracing the curve where your thigh meets hip. Then, brushing against your core, so warm and wet, making your hips jerk.

“Here?” He asks, as his thumb makes a pass again.

Ghosting over soft skin, just shy of where you want him. Teasing you.

“Yes, there. Oh my god, there, please-”

You feel yourself clench, rocking your hips into his touch.

Expecting the blunt press of his cock to follow. Trying to turn your head to watch him disrobe, not expecting him to lower himself down onto protesting knees, instead.

Unable to - as his mouth replaces his fingers, tasting you from behind. The hot swipe of a tongue against your folds, as your head drops forward to thunk against to wood.

Eyes closing as he eats you, a pleased hum in his throat as his palms flatten on the curve of your ass, gently tugging.

Keeping you spread, even as you grit out an “oh, fuck-” that is way too loud. Unable to help it, with the way his lips suck against your clit.

Your fingernails scratching against the wood, as he draws back. Eyes sweeping over your soaked skin as his thumb presses against your opening - nudging just the tip inside.

“Just look at you.” He husks, as he feels your muscles tighten around him. Seeing how the angle keeps you spread so open for him, a tremble in your thighs as you hold back the urge to grind into his touch.

“A sweet thing like you, so wet for an old bounty hunter like me.” Boba’s voice is low - drawing his thumb out so it can swipe over your folds. Leaving you glossy, slick with desire, “You should be running, princess.”

The edge to his voice makes you moan, goosebumps raising at his warning. Too far gone to take any heed of it, not when his middle finger is pressing inside you.

Sinking deep, down to the knuckle - before withdrawing. Pulling back to fit it back in, and you can hear the sound of your cunt swallowing him.

It’s been too long. Two hundred years, you think derisively - the strangled laugh coming out as a hushed whine by the time it passes through your teeth.

The slow build across these weeks too much, your feelings twisting with your desire until you feel ripe - about to burst.

Your breathing ragged as his nose presses against you, as a second finger hooks inside, scissoring you open.

His face angling to press a tongue between those fingers, inside you, before his tongue licks at your clit again.

The arch of your hips is automatic, as is your cry. Never expecting this, the man that is groaning into your cunt. The soft shuffle of fabric as his other hand drops, as he frees himself without looking.

Preparing his cock to replace his fingers as soon as he feels you drip onto his tongue. It won’t be long, not with the sounds he makes.

A low sigh, the wet, rhythmic suck as you take his fingers. Curling the tips to stroke against a soft spot inside that has you clenching around him.

Rumbling words and warm breath between your thighs, punctuating the flick of his tongue.

“Tight little cunt.”

“Need to make you cum before you take me.”

Words escape you. Twisting in your brain, only to escape as half-hushed sounds. A tightness stringing through your body, as he threatens to wrench something from you.

With the pump of his fingers and the pull of his voice. Tender words twisting up and around you as it feel like a countdown flares to life in your belly, ticking down with each swipe of his tongue, the pointed curl of his fingers.

“Boba,” You moan, and it’s a filthy thing. A harsh, strung-out moan as your breathing turns short. Each one turning into a soft “oh!” as he hums.

“Fuck, ah-, don’t stop-”

And you know he won’t. Intent behind every movement, as his hand leaves himself to smooth over the curve of your ass.

Three, and then two, and then one.

And then you’re burning, a bright spark that begins low and then spreads throughout your belly. Coursing down your limbs with a blinding, pulsing pleasure.

Your muscles stringing tight as you rock into his tongue - trapped between his chest and the wooden tabletop.

The moan muffled where you bury your face in the discarded shirt. Worried about crying out too loudly - alerting the others out on patrol.

He is not. A rasping growl as his fingers slide free, leaving you empty. Replacing them with his mouth as he spreads you open, leaving streaks of slick on your skin.

Letting you ride out your orgasm against his tongue, leaving his lips and chin smeared with you.

Waiting until all of your muscles go slack, before he pulls away

There’s a low hum, the creak of wood as he pushes himself to his feet. The hot, swollen curve of his cock brushing against your core.

A slow drag as he tucks himself flush, rocking his hips forward as he fits between your spread thighs.

“Have you had your fill, princess?”

Even with the sharp throb of arousal, he’s content to leave you like this. Loose-limbed against the table - a pretty enough sight for him.

But for you, it only makes you crave for more.

A strength coming back as you push yourself up again. Twisting yourself so you can see the parts of him he’s bared.

Lingering, for the briefest moment. Never thinking you’d get to see him like this. The thick curve of his cock making you wonder how heavy it would feel on your tongue.

A thrill in your belly at the way the flushed tip gleams, all from tasting you.

There’s the tap of his hand against your ass then, a gentle squeeze.

Your head shakes, your teeth sinking into your lip as you risk another glance. Lingering on the peek of skin above, the dark trail of hair leading down.

A second, as your thoughts come back to you - the slightest hesitance.

“I want all of you.” This part is easy to say, because you do. Desperately. “But I don’t have… anything.”

You never thought tonight would end up like this. Never thought you had to worry about what passed as protection, now.

He steps away from you, and you’re immediately missing him.

“We can stop.” His voice is low, but not unkind. Your nose scrunches because you very much don’t want to do that, but then he’s speaking again.

“But-” He catches your hand, brings it to the curve of his hip. Giving you a second to twist around, to press - feeling the slightest something beneath the skin, “This is an implant, very effective. It’s your choice, princess.”

Your hand drifts from his hip, then down. Trusting him, as your fingers curl around the base of his shaft - gently squeezing as you hear his soft groan behind you.

“Fuck, please-” You sigh, as you bend again.

Angling him against you as he hums in amusement - letting you try to line him up, in spite of the angle.

“Easy now, princess.” He rasps, as his hand wraps around yours - warm and firm.

The other curling against your hip, an intake of breath as he nudges against your slit.

“Tell me again,” Boba commands, with a slow sweep - pressing just barely against swollen, soaked flesh.

You don’t know if you can take much more teasing, “I want you. Please fuck me, please-”

He makes a low sound then, a strained groan in his throat. A pressure, as he starts to sink inside. First the blunt head - only to draw back, as you clench around him.

Then, another thrust.

Fingers biting into the table at the slick slide of his length. Each one inching him deeper, as you sigh.

The final punch of his cock steals your breath. A soft gasp at feeling so full, in that moment where you can feel his stomach pressing into your back.

Pinning you against the table, before he’s rocking back. Feeling the drag of his cock - almost all the way out. Nudging it’s way deep again, with a smooth thrust.

Picking up, as his hands splay flat against the table. Using it for leverage as he sets a steady rhythm.

Pounding into you, as you back arches. Doing your best to rock back and meet him, as that pressure bleeds into pure bliss.

The flickering lantern rattles with the force of his thrusts, jolting when your hips bump against the table. Again, and again - until a hand leaves the grip he has on your hip.

A finger looping around the handle. Reaching to set it on the knee-high crate, instead of the floor.

All the better for him to watch, to see. The perfect height to illuminate the shine of his cock as it disappears into you. The way your thighs glisten with your first release, while he works you towards a second.

If you thought you were a mess before, it’s nothing compared to now. Each breath no more than a gasp, with the way he’s pounding into you.

Your hand drifts then, sliding across the wood - trying to slip between your thighs, press where his tongue had been.

His own hand leaves the table to wrap around your waist, pressing between your breasts.

Tugging you back, and then up - until you’re curving against his chest. Your fingers forgetting their path as they curl around the edge of the table for balance.

Lips brushing your ear, his voice a low rumble, “I’ve got you, princess.”

Wanting to do this, himself. To pull every orgasm from you tonight with the press of his own fingers.

Canting his hips upward - seeming to drive even deeper as his other hand traces across your hip. Over and down, until it’s swirling against slick skin.

Finding the tight bud of your clit, a low hum when you whine as he presses down. Making your back arch further, toes curling as he begins to circle.

Winding you up, like before. That build of pleasure accelerated by the sound of his grunts and panting breath in your ear. The way he cock drags inside you, filling you so much that it’s impossible not to feel every inch and ridge of him.

“Fuck,” He groans, filthy in your ear as you clench down around him - as if you’re trying to keep him buried in your tight heat.

The rough gravel of his voice make you moan. His breath warm where it fans against a bare shoulder as his lips press to the spot under your ear.

“Taking me so well.” He sighs, with the scrape of teeth against your skin. No longer sounding quite so put-together, his voice losing that aloof edge, “Want to feel you come on my cock. One more time, yeah?”

The words are muted in your ears. Your heartbeat thudding louder, a steady drumming as you’re brought closer and closer to the edge.

“Yes,” You manage, the word coming out ragged, “Oh my god, I’m close-”

Grasping onto the table is no longer enough. Your hands twisting behind - wrapping into robes and around the edge of chilled armor as you cling to him.

Nothing to mute your cries other than the clenching of teeth, the whimpers still slipping between to be caught by the wind.

He grunts as you grind into his thrusts, your head tipping back against his shoulder. Muscles stringing tighter and tighter, as you try to tell him, warn him.

“Oh, oh, I’m gonna come-”

Barely getting the words out, before the pleasure tears through you. A shift of his arm - a mercy as his palm presses against your mouth, muffling the sound of your cry as he growls in your ear.

“Fuck, that’s it. That’s fucking it, come on-”

Too far gone to hold it back yourself, too caught up in the way you seem to radiate from the inside out.

A humming groan as he feels you, the tight pulse of your cunt as you come - those sharp thrusts turning into a slow grind.

Slicking him up further, dripping down his cock. Fingers keeping their steady rhythm as your hips buck, riding it out until the pressure starts to twinge.

Only then, does his hand lower. Pressing again against your heaving chest as your head tilts.

A hiss of air through his teeth as you mouth at his jaw with contented sighs. Those sounds dropping low as he shifts - leaving you empty as he pulls from you.

You whine, before he’s fitting himself between your thighs. A slow slide as you shift your legs closed, his cock tucked between your legs and pressed snug against your pussy.

A thrust, and then another. It won’t take many, not with the memory of you coming on his cock, the way your lips press again to his throat.

His breath coming in short huffs, hands gripping at your hips and moving you to the rhythm he wants.

Fucking your thighs, so slick with your release. Nearly overcome with your murmuring encouragement, the way you can’t help but look down - admire the peek of his cock when his hips are flush with yours.

“Gods.” He snarls, and then his fingers are pinching - your hands flying to the table again as his chest flattens across your back.

“Fuck. Fuck-”

He spills himself - each streak dripping down between the table top and the bench with the force of his orgasm. The grind of his hips leaving him sticky on your thighs, a low growl with each twitching throb of his cock.

Keeping himself pressed flushed for a few long minutes - the sounds of your joining petering out, as your heartbeat returns to normal. As he softens between your thighs, as arms and fingers finally relax.

There’s a softness in the way Boba kisses you after, a press of his lips against your shoulder. A hand petting across your hip, pressing slow, soothing circles.

Eyes averting politely as you tug up your clothes, as he kicks dirt over his mess - he’ll clean it up later, in the morning.

When you settle back on the bench, his arm rests across the tabletop behind you. Letting your head dip against his shoulder as he tucks you into his side.

“I’ll wake you at sunrise, sen'ika.” His voice soothes, as you feel your eyelids getting heavy. Warm in his embrace, something you’re not used to.

A little sigh, as you wiggle closer. Gloved fingers trailing against your arm, in a soft looping pattern. Your mind wandering as you start to drift off, thinking you can ask now - about that name he calls you. A fixture since that first day - something you've thought about endlessly, but never had the courage to ask.

"Boba?" Your eyes crack open, as he makes a sound of acknowlegement, "What does that mean? That name... sen'ika?"

The question comes out sleepy, mumbled - punctuated by a yawn.

"Go to sleep, little bird." Boba's words are pointed, but you think you can hear a smile in them.

You grin, as your eyes close again. A coziness in his answer, settling over you as your thoughts go quiet. As your cheek presses against the cool metal of his armor.

Uncertain if he has anything more he can offer, beyond tonight.

Out here, trust and tenderness carry a weight you’ve never known before. Actions have a currency that wordsno longer held. Things left unsaid - because there’s an ache in everyone now, and sometimes it’s too much to voice them.

After all, this is the Wasteland. And you’re a scavenger, now.

You’ll take anything you’ve been given.

Ahh their conversation in the cabin and the storytelling in the last chapter were the first scenes I had mapped out when I started this (back in Jan!) so it feels so exciting to get to this chapter! Thank you for reading 💚 part viii will be out thursday, the 20th! and if you’d like to get tagged, please fill out the series taglist here!

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[padfootagain]

You and the King (VI)

Chapter 6 : On a Journey

Hi lovelies! Here is a new chapter for my Caspian series!

I hope you like this new chapter! Let me know what you think!

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Pairing: Caspian x reader

Warnings: one scene is a tiny bit spicy? Not very much though, you know me, I don't write smut. It's a rather light-hearted chapter!

Summary: Sequel to The King and You – After meeting Caspian in your own world, you decide to follow him to Narnia, your love for him too strong for you to keep your old life. But as you discover the magic of Narnia, you soon realise that this extraordinary world is as dangerous as it is magnificent. Will your love for Caspian be enough to defeat your new enemies?

Word Count: 2864

Masterlist for the series – Caspian’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Lord Baras, Lord Luis and Lady Dalia were to travel in the same carriage as you and Caspian. The three men were sitting next to each other, while you and Dalia sat on the opposite side. Outside of the carriage, the royal guard was in charge of your safety, both Ammos and Diego guiding the carriage themselves. It didn’t stop Caspian from wearing his sword and dagger.

It was a long trip to Cair Paravel, almost a week of journey, but you didn’t mind. It felt nice to walk out of the fortress, to look by the window at the colourful trees swinging gently in the sun and wind, to let your gaze graze over the fallen skeleton leaves. And even if Caspian and you were not alone, it was enough to be able to catch his gaze with yours whenever you wanted. To see his cheeks redden ever so slightly, the ghost of a smile turn the corners of his lips upwards, his long hair let loose falling over his eyes…

Yes… yes this sight was enough…

The conversation quickly drifted towards politics, and if you tried to follow for a long while, you couldn’t help but be reminded that you were not ready to deal with such complex issues. Instead, you picked up a book Doctor Cornelius gave you to learn about Narnian history and geography, and started studying. You didn’t notice Caspian’s fond smile at the sight of your focused frown, of your lips silently moving along the words you tried to memorize. The rest of the passengers in the carriage did notice though, even if they said nothing about it.

The weather was on your side for your journey eastward. The sun was high and warm despite the coming of winter, the wind gentle in its breezes. You would have enjoyed walking across the forests you passed through, you would have enjoyed listening to the crunching noise of broken leaves, the vivid smell of earth, the laziness of painting orange leaves…

Instead, your head was aching, you guessed it was because of your efforts to memorize the names of these bloody princes and princesses, the sound of conversations you were trying to ignore and the rhythmic creaking of the carriage. You rubbed your temples in an attempt to soothe the pain, but the words were mixed on the page when you tried to focus again. Instead, you lost yourself in your own thoughts, looking by the window.

The light was too vivid as you passed through a valley, along the shores of a steady river. A wooden bridge allowed safe passage a few miles ahead, the area was like a long clearing crossed by a dusty road, with barely any tree, instead a field of lush grass and wildflowers. High hills, or perhaps short mountains, framed the valley, but did little to stop the warm sun. Your headache got worse under such bright lights, and despite the beauty of the scenery, you closed your eyes.

You had been travelling for almost five hours now without any real break, and all in the carriage must have thought that you had fallen asleep, as they started to talk in quieter tones. And you did doze off for a while, until you caught your name being spoken by Lord Baras.

“Lady Y/N seemed tired today, I hope the trip will not be too tiresome to her.”

You were about to open your eyes again to show everyone you were awake, when Caspian answered.

“Yes, these past few weeks have been difficult. But we will be both safer and more comfortable in Cair Paravel, it is worth the tiredness of the journey.”

“I have not talked many times with Lady Y/N, but she seemed… surprising.”

Caspian let out a chuckle.

“She most definitely is full of surprises, indeed.”

You could have opened your eyes and stopped the conversation, but you were too curious for that. Perhaps it was a little childish of you, to fake sleep when you could hear every word spoken. But then again, you wanted to know what the lords and Dalia thought of you. At the very least, the extent of their feelings they were ready to disclose to their king.

“I do hope that she will find the palace to her liking,” Luis said, his tone unreadable.

“Who would not?” replied Dalia.

“How are your studies with lady Y/N going?”

You guessed that the question was aimed at Dalia, although she took a moment before answering.

“Lady Y/N is a slow learner. But she does make a lot of effort.”

You were surprised by the rather positive feedback on your disastrous sessions with her…

That terrible book was still falling from your head after a few steps, after all.

“Many are still very much worried about how competent the lady will be as our Queen, as she was not raised in Narnia.”

“History has proven that our greatest leaders came from her world,” Baras argued, and you were surprised by him choosing your side.

“Of course, of course,” Luis answered with an audible nod.

“She is not alone in this task. She will not be alone to rule,” Caspian added. “She will be more than fine, I am sure of it.”

“Of course, you know her better than any of us,” Baras added. “We should trust your judgement.”

“Indeed, you should.”

“Many are still hesitant, though.”

“Many do not know what lady Y/N is capable of.”

“Echoes from Reepicheep’s lessons show that she will be of no use on a battlefield, that is for certain,” Dalia answered in a wry tone that matched better her feelings towards you, but Caspian laughed, you were surprised by the unexpected sound.

“I did not mean it in a threatening way. Y/N is… kind. And she is more than strong enough to stand her ground, if need be. She will be a just and gentle queen, once she has learned her ways.”

“Rumours are spreading more and more about the circumstances under which the two of you have met,” Luis said. “And some of the rumours are… bothersome, to say the least.”

“Oh, I am certain that some theories are as laughable as they are imaginative.”

Even if Caspian’s tone was still pleasant, his voice had tightened as well.

“Some say that you were kidnapped and forced into her world…”

“Well, I can assure you that I went there guided by my own recklessness and stupidity…”

“Some also say that your attachment to lady Y/N was called by a spell.”

“Magic does not exist in her world. At least, not in the form that we know of. I am perfectly sane of mind, thank you for your concern.”

“Of course, I merely share the rumours I have heard, I do not believe in them.”

“Of course.”

“So… you were not forced into this marriage? Some say that she might have manipulated you. Some say that she used magic to guide your heart.”

“There was no magic involved, outside of love.”

“It is hard to believe that you met her and fell in love out of pure luck, your Majesty.”

“Perhaps I did not. Perhaps Aslan guided my steps. Or perhaps it was fate. Perhaps it was pure luck. Call it what you wish. The truth is that I stumbled on her path, and in a world where I was lost, Y/N saved me. We fell in love. She chose to come here so she could be with me. There is nothing more to tell.”

“You seem perfectly resolute in marrying her.”

“I am absolutely determined to marry the woman I love, indeed.”

Caspian heaved a sigh, you felt him shifting his weight, his boot gently touched yours as he straightened his legs a little.

“We should stop for a few minutes,” he commanded, before opening the small window behind him to shout his ordered to the soldiers. “I am growing numb sitting in this cage.”

“It is safer than riding,” Baras argued, but Caspian huffed, annoyed.

“Which is why I have agreed to travel in this carriage, but I am still allowed to complain about it.”

Baras chuckled.

“I apologize. I know your Majesty prefers the wilderness to closed spaces.”

“Indeed…”

The carriage stopped a few minutes later, and after checking the perimeter, Ammos’s voice rang to notify the passengers that it was safe for them to walk outside for a while.

All climbed out, but Caspian lingered inside for a moment longer. He took off his travelling cloak and covered your still frame. He was arranging the soft fabric to tuck you in properly when your fingers held on his.

He looked up, but your eyes were still closed.

“I love you too,” you whispered, a smile spreading across your features.

He grinned.

“For how long have you been awake?”

“I wasn’t asleep.”

He chuckled.

“That was sneaky.”

“I’m learning politics.”

“And you are becoming good at it.”

He bent to kiss your temple.

“You should rest. We’ll leave again in just a few minutes. Try to sleep, my love.”

He brushed a strand of your hair away from your face, kissed your temple once more, before walking out of the carriage, a smile on his lips that matched yours.

The first evening was spent on the road. You stopped for a few hours but remained in the carriage to sleep. At the second sunset though, you reached an inn that would offer your shelter for the night.

It was already night time when you arrived to the establishment, and there was little you could distinguish of it besides its stature cut against the ghostly shapes of tree trunks and a lantern before the door that shone on a sign where its name was written.

The Fire Horse

Caspian offered you his arm as you walked across the leaves to the door, and you held onto it a little too tightly perhaps, but the shadows of the forest were not reassuring, to say the least… the canopy above your heads cut off most of the light of the stars and moon, you could barely see where you were walking.

The owners of the establishment were a couple of badgers that fussed around a lot, clearly over-excited at the prospect of welcoming the King and mighty Lords in their inn. You found them a little too overzealous, but they seemed nice all the same.

You ate some stew with the Lords and Ladies that travelled with you, the soldiers and lower lords remaining in tents outside. In total, about sixty people were gathered in the room, scattered in little groups around packed tables. There was but one large fire-place, and a broken window let in the cold of the evening. You were grateful that Caspian had not taken his cloak back.

Conversations went smoothly that evening, as most were too preoccupied by being noticed by the king to be mean to you. Besides, the mockeries had diminished after a few meals spent with Baras and his friends, as you stood your ground. Caspian had worked on shutting down many rumours and criticism towards you as well.

You weren’t accepted yet, but the animosity towards you was bearable now.

Both you and Caspian were exhausted though, like most of the party. Outside, besides the guards on sentry, all had already gone to bed when you were guided to your bedroom, right next to Caspian’s. Diego would stand before your door all night, and you thanked him as he bid you a good night.

You were getting ready to go to bed when you heard something tapping on your windowpane. You stopped your movements as you were about to remove the long chemise you wore under your dress. But the sound came again, softened not by distance but by a fear of being heard.

Your mind raced, trying to decide what to do next…

Should you call for Diego? For Caspian? Was it a threat?

You wrapped Caspian’s cloak around you, seized a steel chandelier from the table set in the corner of the room, and decided to draw the curtains before calling for help.

You almost dropped your improvised weapon when you saw… Caspian’s face on the other side of the window.

Now, a little explanation is required to explain why Caspian was at your window, on the third floor of the inn, right above a certain death were he to fall. There was no other door to your room besides the one guarded by Diego, there was thus no way anyone could enter your room undetected. Which was needed to assure your safety. But it was also a problem for Caspian, who wanted desperately to see you.

The cause of this sudden urge of his was probably to be found in the third glass of wine he drank that night at dinner. If he was not drunk he was a little tipsy, with pink colouring his cheeks and his brain taking more foolish decisions than his usually-wise self did. Which was why Caspian decided that it would be a fabulous idea to climb his way from the window of his room to yours. He did not think of the deadly fall that awaited him was he to fall down (lucky for him, your dedicated narrator made sure there was no obstacles to his climb, thus fighting this bloody pigeon that nested in the small nook right above his window). He did not think either of the possibility of being seen by the people sleeping in the dozens of tents that had been set all around the inn (again, lucky for him, I was here to make sure everyone was looking in the opposite direction while Caspian was stupidly risking his life and you were wondering if you were about to be assassinated, you’re welcome).

Thus, when you opened your window, it was to let inside your room a slightly dishevelled and out of breath Caspian, who was grinning all the same.

You hurried to close the window again, draw the curtains to hide him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in a whisper, afraid to be heard.

“I wanted to see you,” his grin doubled in size.

“That’s dangerous! Do you know how high this window is?!”

He rolled his eyes.

“I have done more dangerous things in my life…”

“I don’t want to know any details about that statement. Still, what are you doing here? Aren’t we supposed to not be caught alone together?”

“Diego is on sentry before your door, and it’s the only way in…”

“Besides the window, clearly. And Diego might hear us.”

“He will not.”

“He might.”

“Are you not happy to see me?”

“I am. I always am happy to see you.”

“Then, why are you standing so far away, instead of being in my arms?”

You chuckled at that, heaved a defeated sigh.

“What was your plan, then?” you asked, walking over to him, and a second later, you were tugged in his safe embrace.

“Climbing inside by your window, spending the night with you and going back to my bedroom before dawn.”

“What if someone sees you?”

“No one will see me.”

(For someone unaware he has an amazing narrator as a guardian angel, Caspian sure is overconfident tonight…)

You heaved a sigh, but couldn’t help but relax and believe him when he whispered in your ear that everything would be alright.

You looked up when he pulled away enough to look at you.

“By Aslan’s name, I’ve been dying to do this ever since we left the fortress…”

Before you could ask him what he meant, Caspian was pressing his lips to yours, holding your face in his palm while his other arm was drawing you closer. It took you barely a second to react and kiss him as well, messy and urgent and too passionate for your lungs and hearts…

“Are you very tired?” Caspian asked before moving his lips down the length of your jaw, and then pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck, right against your pulse.

“Not enough to ask you to stop, if that’s your question,” you answered with a playful smile on your lips, eyes closing as Caspian nipped at your soft skin.

He chuckled, pulling away completely. You raised a surprised eyebrow when he took off his shirt, leaving himself half-naked before you.

He grinned as he noticed your gaze roaming down the expanse of his chest, hitting the barrier of his belt, and then climbing all the way back up to his dark eyes, your gaze hungry now.

“Good, because I have plans for tonight.”

“Are you sure it’s safe?”

But Caspian’s smile softened.

“I want you. So badly. I’m ready to take the risk.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am. Do you want us to stop?”

But you shook your head.

“Absolutely not. I will kick your pretty arse if you don’t take off the rest of your clothes, actually.”

It was hard for Caspian not to laugh too loudly, after all, discretion was still an imperative. But a couple of seconds later, your lips were back on his, and they were most definitely effective in shutting him up…

#caspian x #king caspian #caspian x reader #caspian x y/n #caspian x you #king caspian x reader #king caspian x you #king caspian x y/n #caspian fanfic #caspian fanfiction #narnia #narnia fanfiction #narnia fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #caspian series

[sciatu]

MILAZZO - BAIA DEL TONO

Partendo da Milazzo in autobus, si raggiunge facilmente il lato che guarda verso Palermo di quella lunga striscia di terra protesa verso nord che è Capo Milazzo. Su questo lato, da cui è possibile vedere le Eolie e l’Etna, vi è una lunga spiaggia amata dal sole che prosegue dritta e chiara fino a finire in un golfo formato dal piegarsi verso ovest dell’alta collina che costituisce il Capo. Dopo quella curva, la scogliera prosegue alta e scoscesa, formando qua e là insenature e spiaggette fino ad arrivare alla punta estrema del capo per poi piegarsi verso sud a formare l’altro lato del lungo promontorio. Su questo lato, ricco di uliveti e lunghi filari di uva da cui nasce il Mamertino, solo poche case, immerse in grandi giardini circondati da bouganville rosse o arancione e palme dall’esili forme. La lunga spiaggia sul lato ovest è quindi l’unica parte dove è possibile fare quell’oziosa attività che consiste nel prendere il sole e nuotare nelle acque calde e trasparenti del mare. Dove la lunga spiaggia finisce c’è la baia del Tono o, come è chiamata in siciliano “a N’ Gonia”, parola derivata dal greco che vuol dire semplicemente “l’angolo”. La baia del Tono era la parte terminale della più grande tonnara del lato nord della Sicilia, attività cruenta dove centinaia di tonni venivano uccisi per garantire la sopravvivenza della popolazione costiera. Di tutto quel dolore e sangue che si perdeva nelle acque marine non è rimasto nulla. Pigramente ci si lascia bruciare dal sole attendendo l’ora di pranzo per mangiare a prezzi modici nei vari stabilimenti balneari un delizioso piatto di paste con le sarde o alla norma. Verso sera il cielo si accende in tramonti che tolgono il fiato e stupiscono per l’assoluta bellezza.

Leaving from Milazzo by bus, you can easily reach the side facing Palermo of that long strip of land extending northwards which is Capo Milazzo. On this side, from which it is possible to see the Aeolian Islands and Etna, there is a long beach loved by the sun which continues straight and clear until it ends in a gulf formed by the high hill that forms the Cape bending towards the west. After that curve, the cliff continues high and steep, forming here and there inlets and small beaches until it reaches the extreme point of the cape and then bends towards the south to form the other side of the long promontory. On this side, full of olive groves and long rows of grapes from which the Mamertino wine is born, only a few houses, immersed in large gardens surrounded by red or orange bougainvillea and palm trees with slender shapes. The long beach on the west side is therefore the only part where it is possible to do that idle activity which consists of sunbathing and swimming in the warm and transparent waters of the sea. Where the long beach ends is the Tono bay or, as it is called in Sicilian "a N' Gonia", a word derived from the Greek which simply means "the corner". The Tono bay was the terminal part of the largest tuna fishery on the north side of Sicily, a bloody activity where hundreds of tuna were killed to ensure the survival of the coastal population. Of all that pain and blood that was lost in the marine waters there is nothing left. You let yourself be burned by the sun while waiting for lunchtime to eat a delicious plate of pasta with sardines or alla norma at reasonable prices in the various bathing establishments. Towards evening the sky lights up in sunsets that take your breath away and amaze you with their absolute beauty.

#sciatu #sicilia #sicily #seaside #spiagge #il viaggio

[benjiedrawings]

First restful sleep in months

ID: A digital illustration of Dirk and Todd sleeping and cuddling. They’re laid on a white bed with white pillows and blanket. Todd has a light blue with white stripes hoodie on, he is white and has short brown hair. His head and shoulders are against the pillows, and he hugs Dirk who is laid on his side resting his upper body on Todd’s chest. Dirk has short slightly red short hair and is white, both of them have content, soft smiles and their eyes are closed, they have sleeping  bags. Dirk has a high vis orange coat laid with yellow and silver stripes on top of him. The background is a white brick wall and concrete floor. 

#me pretending todd and dirk don't have black hair in s2: i acknowledge that the council has made a decision but given that it was a stupid a #ass decision i've elected to ignore it #brotzly #todd brotzman #dirk gently #dirk x todd #todd x dirk #todd brotzman fanart #dirk gently fanart #dghda fanart #brotzly fanart #gentlyman #gentlyman fanart #dirk gentlys holistic detective agency

[boyslit]

since my brain isn't letting me write new stuff, y'all wanna read the wip i had that sparked every path? it's kind of condensed brain-soup style but has key points and dialogue i wanted to include. :3 the doc name was just "ring"

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(much, much later: a return to belobog for a week. Caelus catches up with old friends and old flames.)

koski came across a ring he's been holding onto for… no reason. reminded him of someone. more sentimental than valuable so he hasn't sold it. it's just cheap cubic zirconia, pretty as it is. he could probably have gotten someone to buy it at a high price thinking it's expensive orange topaz but… the thought of someone else having this sits wrong in his stomach. he's definitely not thinking about it lying in a box in his jacket pocket as he lies with Caelus after fucking. he holds his lover instead and pretends he's not leaving again in three days

catches a ride to the next stop with the express crew. swears he'll get off at the next stop, he's just wanting to make it off jarilo vi and into new markets. there's a whole wide world and new economies to learn to hustle after all. it doesn't hurt he can spend an extra day or two with Caelus.

when they disembark on a lively civship they still spend a couple days together before sampo realizes if he doesn't force himself to let go he's going to cling to Caelus forever

he secrets the ring into Caelus' pocket directly before they leave each other-it's a messy snoggy goodbye ofc. Sampo's off to find greener markets. Caelus is off finding side quests and people to help. eventually he digs in his pockets for money for lunch (some little hole in the wall Dan Heng knew about and only takes cash) and finds the ring. it's gunmetal finish with a brilliant yellow topaz. just like his eyes, even in a marquise cut like his diamond pupils. there's no way it was a coincidence. but why did sampo sneak it into his pocket?

it fits his ring finger perfectly. he feels warm and happy anyhow. it was nice to have something to remember him by since their work was taking them so far apart.

friends comment on ring later. c mentions he found it in his pocket earlier. m and dh exchange glances. "so he didn't propose with it, he just snuck it in your pocket? how cowardly."

"propose? propose what?"

"uh getting married? duh."

"well that doesn't sound like him anyway. is that what people do, ask someone to marry them with a ring?"

"yes????”

"March, he has even fewer memories than you."

"ooh, right. sorry"

cae studies the ring in his hand and thinks. "it's probably just a … a thing. something to remember him." later he snaps a picture of it on his hand and sends it.

c: [left me a surprise huh?]

[it's pretty. i like it]

[thanks <3]

he doesn't expect much in the way of a response but he did get a reply

s: [reminded me of you]

there's nothing else after that and Caelus feels a jolt of nervousness, wondering what's up. he tries to prod with humor

c: [careful, koski. you're getting dangerously close to sentimental~] a tilde to ensure the mood got through

it's a few minutes before he gets a reply. when calls reads it, he wonders if sampo has been writing and rewriting the text. it doesn't sound much like him

s: [i think i fell over that cliff a long time ago]

Caelus feels his breath catch in his throat- a heavy warm feeling collecting in his chest. they were never for talking about feelings. at least not honestly. sampo's dramatic declarations were mostly that- dramatics… but, maybe they hadn't been all bluster after all? Sampo's response hadn't been couched in poetic language. Even through text, it sounded like it had been muttered quietly, something he was terrified to admit out loud but unable to keep in any longer.

caelus swallows against the dread of the unknown and calls him instead. counts the rings. sampo picks up on the third ring.

“hey.”

“hi.” caelus wonders at the quiet, single syllable greeting. “you still on the Luofa?”

“mm. thought i’d get a …little drink before turning in for the night. skiff leaves in the morning.”

“is it any good?”

“finest plum wine on the entire Luofa~”

caelus chuckles. “that doesn’t tell me if it’s good.”

there’s a long moment of quiet. “i’ve been a bit… preoccupied. more interesting thoughts to hold my attention.”

“mm.” caelus leaned back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “feel like sharing?” after a moment of quiet on the other side, he added, “anything to do with the ring you left me?”

“everything to do with it,” sampo whispered.

curled up in bed with the phone pressed to his ear, it felt like sampo was right next to him. caelus waited.

"my plans haven’t changed. you’ve got your work to do and i have mine. our paths are diverging.” sampo stares deeply into the crystal glass of plum wine without seeing it. “and it’s killing me to let go.” the slight break in sampo's voice nearly broke his heart. smooth-talking sampo koski didn't falter or stammer… unless the truth was that painful to tell.

“do we have to?” caelus whispered.

“we should.” that wasn’t a yes. that was the answer of a man who wanted anything but the path he was on.

“where are you?” caelus said suddenly. he pulled himself off the bed and shrugged on his jacket. “gilded frog by the jetty?” He saw the plum wine advertised when he and March and Dan Heng had wandered past that afternoon with snacks in hand.

“don’t,” sampo whispered, lowering his head to his hand. “that’s just going to make this so much harder.”

“you didn’t say we had to, just that we should,” caelus argued, taking off down the hall at a run now, dodging the night maid and skidding around the corner once outside. He waved apologetically at the person he dodged around and kept going. the frog wasn’t too far from their hotel after all and he was the second fastest of their little team. “i don’t want to let go either,” he said breathlessly. “wait for me.”

“cae-”

“please.”

the bartender’s head snapped up as someone burst into the little tavern, panting, phone still pressed to his ear. Sampo turned around, his own phone still at his ear, and locked eyes with Caelus. Caelus grinned and put the phone away, striding across the rest of the place towards the bar.

Sampo sighed, gave him a weary, tipsy smile, and put the phone away. This was only going to hurt a thousand times worse at the end, but seeing Caelus again now, that impending pain seemed light-years away. When they’d met, he would never have thought in a million years that this surly, grouchy-looking little punk harbored a smile like that.

It weakened his heart.

"Cae…" Caelus strode up to him, grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Just like that, whole again. Everything missing had returned. Sampo wound his arms around Caelus' waist and hugged him tightly.

#my writing stuff #hsr #sampo koski #caeSam #SamCae #caePo #?

[eliamartel]

HoTU Visions | Kings Landing

I knew the description of Vaes Tolorro in ACOK evokes Dany walking inside a destroyed Kings Landing - A "sun washed" city (Aegon VI/ Martell imagery) bearing "scars of fire" (duh) but I didn't know that the six alleys coming together symbolises Kingslanding until I read @une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir meta on Viserion & Aegon vi.

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This is significant as Daenerys encounters six passages coming together in a chamber inside the House of the Undying too. I read her HoTU chapter again and realised that, all of scenes she experiences here, when taken together, symbolises the destruction of Kings Landing

Before entering the House of the Undying, Pyat Pree instructs Dany to always choose to enter the first door on the right if she's in a room with 4 doors, and to always climb up if she encounters any stairs.

Oval room with six passages leading out from it

The fourth room was oval rather than square and walled in worm eaten wood in place of stone. Six passages led out from it in place of four. Dany chose the rightmost, and entered a long, dim, high-ceilinged hall. Along the right hand was a row of torches burning with a smoky orange light, but the only doors were to her left.

Inside the chamber with six passages (symbolising Kingslanding), after Dany makes a choice to enter the rightmost lane, she enters a long hall with many doors on the left and no doors on the right. Only torches lighting the way were on the right wall.

Walking in the hallway; sounds from the walls and closed doors

The mold-eaten carpet (...) served to muffle her footfalls, but that was not all to the good. Dany could hear sounds within the walls, a faint scurrying and scrabbling that made her think of rats. Drogon heard them too. His head moved as he followed the sounds, and when they stopped he gave an angry scream. Other sounds, even more disturbing, came through some of the closed doors. One shook and thumped, as if someone were trying to break through. From another came a dissonant piping that made the dragon lash his tail wildly from side to side. Dany hurried quickly past.

While walking, she hears rats scurrying within the walls, something is trying to break through one door, and the sounds from the third door made her dragon lash his tail wildly. What it means exactly? -> Not sure but Drogon is agitated by this

While walking forward in search for a door on the right (the correct door to proceed furthur if she wants to survive the House of the Undying), she sees some visions through the open doors in the rooms on the left.

Vision 1 - War

In one room, a beautiful woman sprawled naked on the floor while four little men crawled over her. They had rattish pointed faces and tiny pink hands, like the servitor who had brought her the glass of shade. One was pumping between her thighs. Another savaged her breasts, worrying at the nipples with his wet red mouth, tearing and chewing.

Symbolises war in Westeros

Vision 2 - War Crime

Farther on she came upon a feast of corpses. Savagely slaughtered, the feasters lay strewn across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, asprawl in pools of congealing blood. Some had lost limbs, even heads. Severed hands clutched bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast fowl, heels of bread. In a throne above them sat a dead man with the head of a wolf. He wore an iron crown and held a leg of lamb in one hand as a king might hold a scepter, and his eyes followed Dany with mute appeal.

The Red Wedding where Robb Stark was killed under guest right by House Frey. Daenerys will commit a similar war crime in Kingslanding, attacking and killing Aegon VI and his army despite their surrender

There is also a wolf king watching with his eyes following Dany -> This is Robb at the red wedding, but I think this also symbolises Jon after KL blows up mainly because of -

Inside the tent the shapes were dancing, circling the brazier and the bloody bath, dark against the sandsilk, and some did not look human. She glimpsed the shadow of a great wolf, and another like a man wreathed in flames. - AGOT Daenerys VIII

and

What sort of man can stand by idly and watch his own brother being burned alive? - ADWD Jon IX

More here

Vision 3 - Dany's yearning for a home

She fled from him, but only as far as the next open door. I know this room, she thought. She remembered those great wooden beams and the carved animal faces that adorned them. And there outside the window, a lemon tree! The sight of it made her heart ache with longing. It is the house with the red door, the house in Braavos. No sooner had she thought it than old Ser Willem came into the room, leaning heavily on his stick. “Little princess, there you are,” he said in his gruff kind voice. “Come,” he said, “come to me, my lady, you’re home now, you’re safe now.” His big wrinkled hand reached for her, soft as old leather, and Dany wanted to take it and hold it and kiss it, she wanted that as much as she had ever wanted anything. Her foot edged forward, and then she thought, He’s dead, he’s dead, the sweet old bear, he died a long time ago. She backed away and ran.

Dany's yearning for a home sparked her desire to conquer westeros and sit on the Iron throne.

After this room, Daenerys runs forward until she gets out of breath and could run no more.

The long hall went on and on and on, with endless doors to her left and only torches to her right. She ran past more doors than she could count, closed doors and open ones, doors of wood and doors of iron, carved doors and plain ones, doors with pulls and doors with locks and doors with knockers. Drogon lashed against her back, urging her on, and Dany ran until she could run no more.

Drogon urges her on as she runs past many open and closed doors -> the presence of her dragons urges her forward on her journey to conquer Westeros

Part of her would have liked nothing more than to lead her people back to Vaes Tolorro, and make the dead city bloom. No, that is defeat. I have something Viserys never had. I have the dragons. The dragons are all the difference. - ACOK Daenerys III

Vision 4 - Burning of Kingslanding

Finally a great pair of bronze doors appeared to her left, grander than the rest. They swung open as she neared, and she had to stop and look. Beyond loomed a cavernous stone hall, the largest she had ever seen. The skulls of dead dragons looked down from its walls. Upon a towering barbed throne sat an old man in rich robes, an old man with dark eyes and long silver-grey hair.

“Let him be king over charred bones and cooked meat,” he said to a man below him. “Let him be the king of ashes.” Drogon shrieked, his claws digging through silk and skin, but the king on his throne never heard,and Dany moved on.

King Aerys wants to burn Kingslanding. Aerys was prevented from blowing up KL as Jaime killed him before the orders could be passed onto the pyromancers guild. Daenerys will succeed where Aerys failed, because she has dragons unlike her father

Vision 5 - Three heads of the dragon

Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her otherwise. The man had her brother’s hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. “Aegon,” he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. “What better name for a king?”

“Will you make a song for him?” the woman asked.

“He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings.

Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

Three heads of the dragon - Aegon VI (“What better name for a king?”), Daenerys (He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s) and Jon (“There must be one more,") -> Dance of the dragons 2.0

The end of the hallway

It seemed as though she walked for another hour before the long hall finally ended in a steep stone stair, descending into darkness. Every door, open or closed, had been to her left. Dany looked back behind her. The torches were going out, she realized with a start of fear. Perhaps twenty still burned. Thirty at most. One more guttered out even as she watched, and the darkness came a little farther down the hall, creeping toward her. And as she listened it seemed as if she heard something else coming, shuffling and dragging itself slowly along the faded carpet. Terror filled her. She could not go back and she was afraid to stay here, but how could she go on? There was no door on her right, and the steps went down, not up.

There is no door on the right in the entire hall -> No right path to proceed after she makes her choice in Kingslanding (oval room with six passages)

All doors are on the left, darkness is creeping after her, and she hears something shuffling and dragging itself to her which terrorises her (It might be the thing that was trying to break through the closed door in the beginning of the hall). She chooses to enter the last door on the left.

Two more rooms - Aftermath of blowing up KL?

She blindly runs through 8 more rooms, (choosing the right door every time) until she stops to take a breath, in this room (room 9) a vision of Pyat Pree(actually a pale, wormlike creature) tries to trick her towards him. (Maybe assasination attempt? By someone disguised as a man with blue lips/or a warlock/or a priest, since this was only a pale/wormlike creature disguised as a vision of pyat pree) Daenerys' quick thinking saves her from him.

She exits that room with a door to the right, climbs the stairs and enters a door made of Weirwood & Ebony (This part may be related to Arya as the door is similar to the door of the House of Black and White). Inside that room(room 10) there are 4 people (again these 4 people try to trick her, second assasination attempt?), Dany snaps out of their haze when Drogon starts gnawing at the door(Drogon's behavior saves her) and she exits through a door on the right. In the next room she meets the undying ones, who give her visions

#text #hotu #asoiaf speculation #anti daenerys targaryen

[ladygayspanker]

Did I binge the lesbian baseball show with a wild mixture of nostalgia for the 90s version of the story and giddy excitement about just how gay this version was? YES!

I don't think I've ever seen butches represented in media as done in A League of Their Own! There's more than one! They're friends with each other! They're desirable! (Even those not white, not young, not skinny!)

I also love that the high femme characters are so recognizably queer (from the way they dress to how they interact with other women) not just "straight" women with same-sex love interests.

The series is doing so much so right that I wondered why I was even more invested?

... and it comes down to Carson's (and to a certain extent Max's) role as the protagonist (sorry!). That plot point reminds me so/too much of other queer series who chose the "newbie"/"I'm still figuring myself out"-character (see Jenny in The L Word, Piper in Orange is the New Black) to introduce the audiences to the world they wanna depict. Carson learning that the League is afraid of its players "looking like queers," Carson learning what a friend of Dorothy is, what butch is, what a queer bar looks like, that queer couples refer to their partners as wives. Max questioning why Bert would leave the house "like that," learning that house parties exist ... it seems sooo catered to audiences not familiar with that history. When most of "us" are! Give Uncle Bert's perspective on his family! Give me the beginning of Greta's and Jo's friendship! Give me the sexual exploits of Jess and Lupe! Give me queer characters' perspectives on a straight world - without justification and explanation!

I know it's a minor complaint about a show that has done so much so well; maybe I'm spoiled - but so what: in my dream version of this show, Carson is a side character, Maybelle gets more screen time, and audiences are thrown w/o safety instructions into the deep end of queer history (unless Vi and Clance want to explain things. They may explain racism, homophobia, and current events anytime!)

#aloto #greta gill #butch rep #lesbian #oitnb #the l word #lupe garcia #jess mcready #bert chapman #jo de luca #maybelle fox #clance morgan

[the-travelling-witch]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Happy New Year ﾟ☾. ࿐

Another colourful year is coming to an end and what an interesting one it’s been. Of course, it hasn’t been without struggles and hardships but no year is; on the flip-side some pretty awesome things happened like me finally going on vacation in South Korea after two years of pandemic throwing a wrench in my plan. But, personally, the most impactful thing happened at the start of the year on a whim: the creation of this blog!

As a mixture of New Year’s resolution and spontaneity, sharing my work actually gave me something to look forward to and was a great creative outlet to get away from life for a few hours. Not to mention, all the lovely people I had the honour of meeting solely because of being here; it’s not an understatement to say my year would’ve been a lot more lonely and definitely less fun without some of you; my 2022 wouldn’t have been the same without you

𝐕𝐈𝐏 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!

˗ˏˋ– maple red x @dustofthedailylife

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨- 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭 !

Dust… I don’t even know where to begin, to me it does feel like we went on this tumblr journey together; I still remember how nervous I was reaching out to you but let me tell you, I’m so glad I did. You were one of my first moots, my first genshin moot actually, and really did make the beginning of this blog feel more like home. You’ve helped me a lot with a variety of things and I’m very grateful for that; I really do consider you a friend and I hope we can keep this up for 2023 ♡

˗ˏˋ– ruby red x @chuuyas-beloved

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝟏𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬- 𝐝𝐚ð𝐢 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐫 !

Trin, wow wow wow, big changes happened this year, right? Congrats again, I’m so happy for you!! You’re always putting others before yourself without hesitation but please take care of yourself too ♡

˗ˏˋ– pumpkin orange x @virtue-and-beneviolence

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐚- 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 !

Vi, my favourite menace to society, I said I love your chaotic energy and I stand by that. We really are strangers to online acquaintances to talking regularly outside of tumblr, love that for us. I really really hope we can continue talking lots in 2023 so I can keep pestering you, you really got my hopes up in saying we might actually meet ♡

˗ˏˋ– marigold yellow x @kreideprinzessin

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞- 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐝 !

Fern, thank you so for introducing me to so many cool people, you included; you did an incredible job creating a comfortable and peaceful place for us to interact and I’m so grateful for it ♡

˗ˏˋ– golden amber x @zhongrin

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: …雙魚玉佩 -𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 ! / 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬- 𝐝𝐚𝐧 +𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐲 !

Mei, I genuinely love seeing you on my dash and get super excited seeing you in my notifs, whether you’re chomping down on Zhongli or sitting down to watch your favourite drama show, aka Childe and my daily life. You’ve been so supportive throughout all of this, my heart is fluttering just thinking about it ♡

˗ˏˋ– sunshine yellow x @mari-on-dragonspine

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝- 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 !

Mari, our local husband catcher, you are such a bright person and I love you for it. You’re joyful, warm and always have my back, which is a really reassuring thing to know ♡

˗ˏˋ– pistachio green x @teyvattales

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭- 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 !

Rebby, you’re genuinely one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. I love how excitable and high-spirited you are, whether it’s about a fandom or a personal matter; having someone so cheerful around really does make you see the bright side of things ♡

˗ˏˋ– jade green x @silentmoths

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

Moth, my cute nocturnal butterfly, did I already say you’re adorable? Because you are; seeing a little moth flutter across my dash does always bring a smile to my face; I’m making a roast beef sandwich right now to bribe you into coming over more often heh ♡

˗ˏˋ– periwinkle blue x @kazooms

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧- 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰 !

Chi, our love language really is sending each other funny videos, isn’t it? Our fyp is linked up already anyway, across more than one social media platform apparently; but even if we’re talking outside of that, whether it’s all fun or serious, I think we understand each other pretty well and I’d say that’s pretty neat ♡

˗ˏˋ– starry night blue x @scaranya

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 !

Ada, you’re such a pure, pure soul and you deserve the best, even if you might not see it yourself. I hope 2023 is kind to you but please also remember to be kind to yourself as well ♡

˗ˏˋ– amethyst purple x @haithamuse

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐠𝐮𝐲.𝐞𝐱𝐞- 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 !

Esther, we’ve not been talking for that long honestly, but I feel like I’ve known you for a while now. No matter if we’re simping, discussing writing prompts, distracting each other from studying or you’re listening to me overthinking my clothing size, I’m always having a good time. Also, I heard there was a certain collab in the making… ♡

˗ˏˋ– lavender purple x @bunny-rambles

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬- 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐳 !

Bun, my honeybun, the person who gave me one of the cutest nicknames to ever exist, you are an absolute sweetheart and I love exchanging ideas with you; in 2023, let’s talk more again!! ♡

˗ˏˋ– cherry blossom pink x @yaesnovels

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭- 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 !

Alyssa, my fellow childe simp I love simping for our man having intellectual conversations about important topics with you haha… No but fr, I really like swinging from memes and shit talk to actually serious topics with you ♡

˗ˏˋ– rose quartz pink x @feitania

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬- 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 !

Eris, the person who’ll send me the most cursed German memes at times and my gosh I love you for it. Another one who fits the category of tumblr acquaintances to talking outside of tumblr; my New Year’s resolution is to further pull you down the Genshin rabbit hole with me ♡

˗ˏˋ– coral pink x @kazuily

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡- 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 !

Ayame, my sweet, you are one of the loveliest people I had the pleasure of meeting. You’re so understanding and welcoming, I feel like I can talk to you honestly and without hiding a part of myself ♡

I know I have many more lovely moots, especially since the last couple of weeks (looking respectfully at the blue lock crowd), and I really hope we can talk and get to know each other more next year; I certainly look forward to it!!

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!

some of my favourite blogs to revisit over and over again this year! (there’s certainly more but i did want to finish this before 2024)

˗ˏˋ– butterscotch orange x @garoujo

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 & 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞- 𝐩𝐥𝐯𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦, 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨 !

Emmie, the person I’ve dubbed my big sis hehe; I think you have such good vibes, very girl boss and empowering (does that sound weird?). I hope you’re not tired off me yet, I have every intention to keep pestering you in the coming year too ♡

˗ˏˋ– sage green x @witch-hazels-musings

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐮- 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 !

Hazel, I loved talking to you both on tumblr and discord; you are so very welcoming and kind, always so ready to help and answer questions too, it’s easy to find comfort in your blog (you’re also very talented but we already knew that) ♡

˗ˏˋ– ocean teal x @writingseaslugs

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧- 𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐳 !

Salt, I’ve said it before I believe, but I get way too excited seeing you on my dash; I read every character you write for, even the ones I’d normally skip, your ideas are simply too creative ♡

Again, to everyone who interacted with me in any way, shape or form this year, thank you for making my 2022 memorable, I want to give all of you a big smooch; hope to see you all safe and sound in the next year!!

#happy new year!! #my regulars ♡ #wanted to get this out in 2022 still #but alas #time is a fleeting thing #the colours and songs don't necessarily have a specific meaning #but i hope you like them anyway #(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[themattress]

Pokeani Villainy Ranking

1. Gen I (The Beginning)

The Kanto series featured Team Rocket at their freshest, which included the Boss himself, Giovanni, as the Big Bad who took an active villainous role in the Mewtwo arc. While it took until Gen II and Johto for the arc to properly conclude, the OVA special itself is a sequel to the Kanto-based movie and is predominantly filled with Kanto Pokemon so I am including it here. We also had a number of memorable human side villains such as Damian, Nastina, Dario, Jessebelle, Keith, and of course Sabrina. Even some Pokemon aside from Meowth and Mewtwo got in on the villainy like the bizarre talking Gastly of Maiden’s Peak and the ancient demonic Gengar. And even the Orange Islands gave us some highlights beyond the TRio’s continuing antics, namely Butch and Cassidy with an even nastier scheme than before, the despicable Mayor of Trovitopolis, and the amoral yet charismatic collector Lawrence III.

2. Gen V (Black and White)

Giovanni gets to be the Big Bad and take direct action yet again, and even when he isn’t present Dr. Zager and a uniquely serious and competent incarnation of the TRio are pursuing his agenda to conquer Unova. Team Plasma, especially Dr. Colress, is a formidable threat when they show up as well. There’s also Dirk from the OVA, the Genesect Army from the third movie, and side antagonists such as Leon the Dream Thief, Dr. Ferrara / Cryoganl Man and Team Vanilite, Seamus the sociopathic trainer, and the evil Chandelure and Litwick.

3. Gen VI (XY)

This series gets as high as it is primarily due to Team Flare. Lysandre, Alain, Xerosic, Aliana, Bryony, Celosia and Mable, along with all the Team Flare grunts and Lysandre Lab scientists are such wonderful villains in the anime. The TRio are pretty hit-or-miss, sometimes credible and other times not, but this is alleviated due to the presence of other enjoyable evildoers across the series such as the evil Malamar, Dolan the smuggler, the haughy Princess Allie of Parfum Palace, Ninja Riot and Merilyn Flame, father/daughter crime duo Argus and Millis Steel, and the young Prince Raleigh of Azoth Kingdom who is manipulated by the cruel Prime Minister Alva. Gens V and VI, back to back, was really a good time for villains in the anime.

4. Gen VIII (Journeys)

The TRio may have had the least screentime in this series and ran out of fresh material by the end, but for the most part they were solid as efficient but comical criminals. We also got Matori Matrix, as well as an alternate reality version of the TRio who were still under their serious Gen V characterizations. Team Galactic was far more efficient and interesting under Saturn than it was under Cyrus, the Macro Cosmos corporation headed by Chairman Rose made a solid arc villain, Ash’s Gengar had a delightfully villainous start, and Dr. Zed from the movie released in this series’ timeframe is one of the most horrifying and loathsome villains in any Pokemon media. Points off for that weaksauce, no-name Pokemon Hunter guy, though.

5. Gen VII (Sun and Moon)

While the TRio ended up being far more like good guys than bad guys by the final year of this series, they had a great villainous run beforehand, with the creepy and hate-filled Mimikyu being a standout Pokemon for them. And Matori Matrix, under direct orders from Giovanni, were great human antagonists to close out the Poipole arc. The rest or more hit-and-miss, with Team Skull being great but not appearing nearly as often as they should have, Viren appearing too much and not really amounting to anything beyond broad comedy, Faba becoming more well known as a mainstay hero than as the arc villain he started out as, and Nihilego, Guzzlord and Necrozma being frightening, monstrous adversaries but not truly evil.

6. Gen II (Gold and Silver)

The longer this series went on, the goofier and more harmless the TRio became, which was the start of their already dubious villain cred becoming a long-running joke. The worst part about this is that we get a lot of cool new Team Rocket members, plus Butch and Cassidy again, but seldom anything impactful is done with them, and they feel severely undercooked as a result. This is especially true in the case of Professor Sebastian and the silver-uniformed Team Rocket agents under his command. It feels like a story arc was begging to be told with these guys, yet it never is. Honestly, discounting the aforementioned Mewtwo arc sequel OVA that got packaged as three episodes of this series, the villainy in Johto peaked early with the triad of Molly Hale, Entei, and the Unown, none of whom are strictly even “villains” at all!

7. Gen IV (Diamond and Pearl)

Team Rocket sucks in this series, and what’s worse is most of the other villains suck as well, including Team Galactic whose membership and motivations are so flat and uninteresting compared to their game counterpart and whose arc ends on a huge anti-climax. The best villains here are the loathsome Pokemon Hunter J and Grings Kodai (although some ironic enjoyment can be had with Zero and the evil Togepi), but Hunter J gets wasted by only appearing five times in a four-year series and dying in a situation unrelated to the main heroes, and Kodai ends up taking his monstrosity way too far to the point of discomfort.

8. Gen III (Ruby and Sapphire)

Similar to Gen IV, Team Rocket sucks and so does everyone else. Teams Aqua and Magma are the most boring villainous team the anime has ever had; with the series’ movies being book-ended by associates of theirs who are honestly slightly better than them. And then who else, um....Rico the poacher? Colonel Hansen? That “Crimson Lightning” brat? Ugh, I guess that the Mirage Master or Mr. Mirage or whatever is the best villain we had this whole series.

#Pokemon #Pokeani #Villains #Evil #Opinion #Analysis #Comparison

[faebriel]

Super Niki au my absolute beloved.. the more information I get the more crazy I get

(hi sorry this sat in the inbox for like two months anon for some reason i was hoping something more substantial would appear out of thin air. it didn't btw.) regardless of that! fuck yeah anon i'm with you on that

i think a superhero niki story would have to have a real focus on the mundane. like the nitty gritty details of "how do you conceal your identity from people in your superhero costume?" "how do you fit patrols into your week? you can't possibly do them every day." all that! again i think this comes back to me being really attached to the 'everyman' side of c!niki it makes me want to imbue that feeling into everything i write with her. in this au i think she does work at a bakery (good for her) but when the shit starts to hit the fan she disengages from her job, stops taking on the extra duties she usually does at work, stops caring, eventually stops showing up. etc. this is probably related to how she ends up crashing with fundy and hbomb after The Puffychu Divorce (superniki edition)

here are a few other miscellaneous thoughts i've been having:

i've been having more of a think about emerald duo in this au, and i think i know how i picture them being. so phil is wilbur's dad, techno is phil's friend, techno and wilbur define their relationship in vastly different ways, etc etc the standard. oh but they're both supervillains. not for any particular reason they kind of liked mucking around causing mayhem first and then came up with an ideology later. anyway phil's retired and techno Would Like to be retired but he's still looped into the job due to Shenanigans (blood god related mb?). wilbur is fully aware of this and goes to him to be like 🥺 help i need ideas when he decides to go supervillain mode

oh! and wilbur's alter ego name is chekhov ^-^

and so the syndicate in this au is......................... a book club. yes for real

okay look i was thinking about what to do with the syndicate and i didn't really want to have them end up as a Bad Ass Villain Posse because i think niki needs to retire or at least be a superperson part time after everything that happens. so instead, she ends up meeting phil and techno and they help her ease into super semi-retirement ^-^ and ofc phil and techno appreciate having another friend who Gets It around. they are literally just like a book club and a mild support group in this au in a very silly way and i like it

i've spoken a bit about fundy and hbomb in this au... yeah niki lives with them after breaking up with puffy. not 100% sure where jack fits in. maybe he's another low ish level vigilante running around and tries to ally with niki? i can't imagine any allegiances she makes in that mental state (without the history she and jack had as l'manbergians in canon) would last very long. maybe she sees a bit of herself in him. they both call each other out for being emotionally immature idiots and then go and do the exact same thing themself. hypocrites

oh and i think i've mentioned niki making her own costume before!! i imagine as a fire based superhero she buys PPE (like from a tradie joint) and modifies it to be 1. functional and 2. fashionable. this does in fact mean that hi-vis yellow + orange are her colours in this au....

and below the cut is a treat: a snippet i wrote of a scene where after a big fight, wilbur finds himself patching up his wounds in the same safety stash as this city's very own friendly neighbourhood superhero (who wants to beat his ass)......

“Why do you hate me?”

The stubborn rasp in his voice surprises even him. As for the woman on the other side of the room, her shoulders draw tight - like a wild animal arching its back, a show of anger. The question, then – should Wilbur interpret such a motion as defensiveness, or as a threat? “What makes you say that?” she asks. Her voice runs high with the question – a quiet sound, like a flute's soft alto, though it rasps slightly through the sound of a voice changer. Idly, Wilbur wonders whether it is worth asking where she got it. Or how she fashioned it, perhaps. God knows he needs one. Chekhov might manage perfectly fine in the midst of faceless reporters and supervillains – the proper kind – who haven't seen the light of city streets in years, but if Wilbur were to cross paths with someone he knew as himself (god forbid, someone like Tommy) his voice would give him away quick as anything.  (His heart aches, briefly, when he thinks of his brother.) Part of him tries to unpick what her voice would sound like without it. It’s difficult not to fixate on these small things – perhaps because the bigger things provide him with so little in comparison. Her voice is quiet, a little difficult to pick the sounds apart around the staticky rumble of the voice changer, but far from timid. There’s a stubborn timbre to it. (Something in it is familiar. But that thought is patently ridiculous, and Wilbur is impatient, and so it is dismissed.)

[scene continues]

"Am I," Wilbur pauses, wets his lips – it almost feels as if the fire is still flickering beneath his skin, energising and scorching all at once. "Am I that horrible? Is there something – do you see something so inherently terrible in me that you just have to strike it down? Is that it?" Her powder-keg silence sparks, ignites, her scowl a torn-open slash even beneath the planes of her mask, embroiled in sudden fury. "Don't flatter yourself - "  "Ah, and there it is!" To her credit, she doesn't stagger back as he lights up – if anything, her affect is unimpressed. "Show us the blaze, firebug! What – what drives you? What lights your fuse?" "Do you even know what you are?" she retorts. Oh, she's caught on the hook, now. "You know what you are?" What is Wilbur expecting? Proud, arrogant perhaps – delusional wouldn't be anything new, or any of the crueler words from that stock. Wouldn't be the first time he'd been called some variety of son of a bitch bastard, either. Who is he, to this spectre of flame? He's asking honestly, though he doubts she believes in his integrity. "You're a liar," she continues, words stubborn and fierce and almost unwieldy. "You – you are so selfish, and so cruel – you take, and you take and you take and you don't think for a second of the people you're taking from. You don't think anything of them. You're a liar," and when she repeats these words, they sound like smoke – "and you know what? I hate liars. I hate them." The words sink into him like stones. How does she know? he asks himself. How does she know? He doesn't ask her that. Knowing his patience, he'd be lucky for an answer, anyway - instead he just suggests, "you speak like you're familiar on the subject, then?" If it's even possible, her scowl drives itself deeper into her face - like tyre tracks driven into mud, an ugly slash of drawn brows and what he can only assume is teeth bared behind that voice changer of hers. She looks at him like he isn't worth a single thing on this earth. "Yeah, well," she spits. "I've had my fair share, with bastards like you."

#thank u nonnie!! #sorry bout the wait you know how it is around these parts #ive been so considering writing a puffychu and a rainduo scene from this au ngl. i think it would be fun #aunonnies #superniki

[sf447da]

What a Tease (Elasticgirl Tf)

You always knew Violet could be a tease. Since moving in together, she loved knowing she could get a rise out of you with the things she did like purposely walking around the house with minimal clothing or rubbing up against you, gently cupping the bulge in your pants and giving it a playful fondle. Today was no exception. As you woke up, the two of you having the entire day off, you noticed the sound and smell of breakfast being prepared downstairs.

You descended the staircase, still groggy from the night before. 

"Good morning, babe!" Said Vi, flipping an omelet in the pan over the stove. She was wearing your flannel and nothing else, a sight that surely got your morning wood standing at extra attention.

She walked around and handed you part of the breakfast she had already prepared for you, orange juice with toast and bacon. As she walked away, you found yourself admiring her every curve and noticing she looked extra...limber? Maybe even shiny this morning. You shrugged it off as just a figment of your imagination as neither of those adjectives would even make sense as accurate observations.

"Oh! Damn." Vi said as she accidentally dropped your omelet, reaching down to pick it up and throw it away. 

You couldn't tell if this was intentionally done but as she bent over, you didn't care. Her supple ass now high in the air, it was almost as if it were unusually high as she presented it to you, shaking it side to side a few times before standing back up and looking back at you.

"Oops! hehe. Good thing I stretched this morning!" She said with a wink before taking herself over to the cabinet where the pots and pans were.

You doubted she would ever have found your elastigirl porn on your laptop and even more doubtful was that she could do anything about it and yet, you imagination was running wild. Then, it happened.

As Violet was reaching down to grab another pan, you saw her body stretch and elongate in ways that were absolutely inconceivable in the reality you were accustomed to. Her torso stretched down as she reached to grab another pan, her bare ass stretching with her legs to lift it even higher and...slightly bigger. She let out a delighted moan as she looked at you, still stretched out beyond belief.

"Of course...I could always use a little help stretching more today. What do you say, babe? After breakfast you can see how bendy I really am!" Vi said with a wink, knowing you were enjoying every moment of her teasing and having a perfect view of your throbbing erection to match.

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#elastic #elasti woman #elastigirl #super stretchy #superstretchy

[ferinehuntress]

˚ * ˙ ⭒ ⊱ MUSE DETAILS .

◈　𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥　 ⋯　Snow Leopard ◈　𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫　 ⋯　Lavandula ◈　𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭　 ⋯　An exotic warm scent of Black Orchid with a soft sensual scent of Jasmine oil mixed with warm undertone sandalwood and amber. Only body wash she uses ever. ◈　𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞　 ⋯　None, she hates coffee ◈　𝐓𝐞𝐚　 ⋯　Either warm or cold, spiced chai with a mixture of cool milk and dashed with cinnamon powder or a stick of cinnamon ◈　𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤　 ⋯　Tends to drink different kind of fruit drinks, her favorite being orange juice or a type of fruit punch mix. ◈　𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Mulled Wine, mixed with hints of spice and cinnamon, dash of orange in red wine. Or Scotch Whisky, a smokey wood flavor, with a touch of sweetness and the slight fruity taste as well, plus the spices. ◈　𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝　 ⋯　Must also have some kind of meat. Tends to lean into minced bolognese speghetti or a sirloin meat sandwich. ◈　𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭　 ⋯　Red Velvet cupcakes, topped with vanilla creme icing and sprinkled with some cinnamon. ◈　𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Tends to wear button up shirts and pants, also with thigh high boots (low heels). ALWAYS wearing a holster with her pistol on her right side. Colors vary from white, black, blue, purple, or silver. NEVER Navy Blue anymore. ◈　𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲　 ⋯　Chocolate covered strawberries, a hard exterior and sweet soft interior. ◈　𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝　 ⋯　ambidextrous; but primarily left handed. ◈　𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Neat yet slightly wild; a mix of proper penship taught from ehr former education but dashed with wild expressive movement to show her own personal choices. ◈　𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞　 ⋯　Clean house, but chaotic organization of her room. Tends to leave papers, folders, and books scattered around when she's busy but she always knows where everything is despite the mess. ◈　𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　Night, she is a snow leopard vastaya, who hunt at twilight and night, and sleep during the day. ◈　𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞　 ⋯　Done when they are done; whether early or last minute all depends on the situation at hand. ◈　𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Of the five, Caitlyn primarily is physical touch with a secondary of quality time. However, she has a six love language with Vi that is unique only to themselves that no one understands. ◈　𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　No. caitlyn does not believe in fate or the idea of love at first sight. Love is hard earned and well kept, learning a person before you can fall in love.

◈　𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥　 ⋯　Tiger ◈　𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫　 ⋯　Violeae ◈　𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭　 ⋯　A natural smoky scent, with the touches of warm wood, earthy cedar and undertones of leather. ◈　𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞　 ⋯　None, Vi doesn't like the bitterness of Coffee. ◈　𝐓𝐞𝐚　 ⋯　Sweet tea, often super sweet cold tea, or she tends to favor spice chai teas with some milk. ◈　𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤　 ⋯　flavored water, typically orange or pineapple. Tends to lean to citrus flavors ◈　𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Brandy, tends to favor the ones that have notes of cinnamon, vanilla, a touch of citrus and warm to the taste ◈　𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝　 ⋯　In Zaun, she tended to eat lots of fish or octopus (avoided teh 'special meat' she use to ahve to eat) but now she prefers thick steaks or meat sandwiches. ◈　𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭　 ⋯　Cookies n' Cream ice cream or some triple chocolate cake topped with chocolate shavings. ◈　𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Leather jackets and baggy pants for easier movement and agility. Comfortable shirts (no sleeves unless absolutely nessecary). ◈　𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲　 ⋯　Mint chocolate or silky milk chocolate bars ◈　𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝　 ⋯　Left Handed ◈　𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Its considered sloppy though still easily read, bold, slightly right slanted. She only knows how to write because Vander taught her to read and write. ◈　𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞　 ⋯　Vi tends to have a cluttered messy home, but easy to walk in. ◈　𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　Night, Tiger are twilight and night hunters and tend to rest during the day. ◈　𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞　 ⋯　Task? what task? She just does whatever needs to be done when its ready to do. She tends to get easily distracted and jump from task to task. ◈　𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Physical touch as she is very touch starved, with a secondary language of acts of service. She has a sixth love language shared with Caitlyn that cannot be done with anyone else. ◈　𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　No. Vi has never believed in love at first sight and believes its a fairy tale told to the rich to make them feel all lovey dovey. Even her relationship with Caitlyn was not love at first sight and had to be developed with time.

❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘　 ⋯ 　@jynxd, @zaunseye, @shimmerbeasts, @blackrosesmatron, and @playgroundmonsters ❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆　 ⋯　anyone who wants to. I think everyone I know has done this, so just steal it from me.

#[ caitlyn games ] — i had a break in the case . #[ vi games ] — you talk to much . #omg #this took me 3 tries to do this #i'm so not doing anyone else #and I tried to remember who all tagged me #it was a lot of you XD

[holidayvisa]

14 February 2024

14 February 2024 - I got up for a video call interview for a job back in the US. The interview did NOT go well. I felt like I was rambling, and there was a moment where I thought, "am I still talking? What am I even saying right now?" It was not ideal. After the interview, I made some breakfast and packed up my gear. Elise had invited me to be a volunteer park ranger today with her and her summer intern mentee. Elise picked me up around 9 am, and Arnie and Uncle Mitch were hanging out in the front yard, and they were excited to meet Elise. I quickly introduced them to Elise, and then I hopped in Elise's car, and we headed to Pararaha (South of Piha). We met up with Josh (the summer intern), and we drove in two 4WD vehicles out to Karekare Beach, at the end of the Pararaha trail. We drove across the river, and out onto the black sand beach.

As Elise drove, she drifted in the sand around corners. I screamed with joy! We drove along the beach, with huge waves forming pipelines that would eventually crash in a big splash of whitewater and boils and foam.

As we drove, I looked out West over the ocean and South across the huge black sand beach and East towards the jungle and the Waitakere Mountain Range. It was surreal. We arrived at the bottom of the Pararaha Trail and parked both 4WD vehicles there. We loaded all the dry clothes into Josh's vehicle (which was staying at this spot at the bottom of the Pararaha Trail). We put all the gear for the day and lunches in Elise's vehicle, and Elise hopped in the back; she told Josh to drive (since it was his last day), and she told me to sit in the front seat (so I could enjoy the ride). Josh drove us to the top of the Pararaha Trail. We parked a vehicle there and got ready for our mission: baiting the poison traps. I put on a high-vis orange vest that said "PARK RANGER." We grabbed our gear and started hiking around 11 am. As we hiked down the trail, every time that we saw a pink marker on the trail, we looked around for the traps. We opened up the trap, pulled the old contents out and threw them into a garbage bag, and filled the trap with new poison bait. We did this for probably ten different traps, and each trap took probably under one minute. When we got to the confluence of Pararaha and Blue Canyon, we put on our wetsuits.

---side mission---

After we finished the side mission, we continued down the Pararaha Trail, which followed the river. Some of the trail was just off to the side of the river, but most of the trail was creek-walking through the river. As we walked down the river, there were several waterfalls, Some of the waterfalls were not very steep, and we were able to carefully hike down or scramble down the waterfall. Some of the waterfalls had big pools at the bottom, and we'd jump down the waterfalls into the deep pools at the bottom of the waterfalls (one person would down climb carrying the poison bag so that it didn't get wet).

The canyon got less and less steep, and some point, we were running down the low-grade waterfalls! We stopped for a few minutes to eat our lunches, and we continued hiking out. We got out of the river and onto the hike out trail that leads to Karekare Beach. On this hike out, we refilled a few more poison bait traps. We arrived at the end of the trail and hiked out onto Karekare Beach to our 4WD vehicle around 3 pm. We hopped in, and Josh drove us through the black sand, drifting and fish-tailing, back to the river, across the river, and onto the road. We drove back to the top of Pararaha Trail where the other vehicle was parked. We said goodbye to Josh, and Elise and I drove back to the Park Ranger Depot. Elise dropped me off in Henderson.

Back at the Good Vibes Flat Tribe house in Henderson, Jimmy had brought home Maori raw fish and fry bread, and we had a family dinner with all four of us: Jimmy, Arnie, Taylor, and me.

I'm grateful for Jimmy; he had me fill up Elise's tank with a jerry can of diesel fuel he had before Elise and I left for our mission this morning. I'm grateful to Elise; she thought of me and invited me to join in as a volunteer park ranger! I'm grateful to have spent the whole day with Elise at Pararaha, hiking through beautiful places, seeing gorgeous waterfalls, jumping into bright blue pools. I'm grateful for Jimmy for hosting a family dinner tonight and bringing the flatmates together.