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h0rnyauth0r · 1 year

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ghost never noticed just how much you squirm when he talks until now :)

i apologize for my break but i needed it and i should be back for now! (also this was a requested work!)

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tws: blindfolding, voice kink, unprotected sex, reader with a vagina, pussy eating, fingering, rough sex, cumming inside

ghost would like to say that he’s an observant person. he kind of has to be with his career, but when it comes to you he feels like it’s impossible to understand anything. you seem so shy around him and he doesn’t know if it’s because he did something wrong or if you’re just shy.

he’s interested in you, to say the least. you’ve been a member in the force for several months now, only speaking to him on occasions where it’s absolutely necessary. it’s certainly different from soap, who doesn’t shut the hell up.

something is definitely off though. it’s the way that you react to him sometimes. most of the time there’s only professionalism, a firm stature that screams confidence and seriousness, but other times…

he just notices the way your body shudders when he’s speaking to you. is it fear? some sort of arousal? he can’t be certain at this point in time, but he has added this observation onto his list of things he wants to learn about you.

tonight you’ll be doing training with soap, and he’s decided that he’d like to join even if it means he’s just standing there doing nothing. he wants to test your reactions to try to understand you better.

you, on the other hand, have no idea about that. you’ve been more focused on trying to get your punches down after dislocating your thumb during a mission a few weeks ago. you almost died because you didn’t punch right, so soap offered to help teach you how to throw them without injuring yourself too bad.

as you’re on your way to the training room, you can overhear soap talking with someone. it intrigues you, how whispered and rushed his words are. so you decide to stop walking to avoid confusing him as you listen in.

“are you sure about joining us? you know, she’s quite shy around you. she might not be able to learn a lot if the man who makes her stutter is around!” his voice sounds frustrated, and you feel your whole body become flushed once you process his words.

so, ghost wants to join in on the training session? that doesn’t make sense, and the worst part of it is that soap somehow noticed that you have a crush on the older man. you avoided him so much, but you figure that’s probably what made it more obvious.

you suck it up and push forward, walking down the hallway and approaching the room. most of the usual training dummies have been put away, mats placed on the floor with only one of the larger dummies placed to the left of the mats.

soap is standing in there by the dummy, ghost standing a few feet away from him with his arms crossed. you won’t back down and shy away today, you’ve decided. you’re truly hoping he doesn’t say a single word though.

soap notices you as soon as you shut the doors, waving you over with a grin on his face. “i decided that you can use the dummy and we can practice using myself as well, i just want to test out the dummy first so we can get your formation down.”

you nod, looking over to ghost to see him staring at you already. “hi, lieutenant.” you say to him, turning back to soap and getting prepared for the training session.

“hello.”

after a little while, you’ve gotten the basics down better than before. your issue was mainly not throwing punches properly, which led to your thumb being in the line of your shots too. soap helps you adjust accordingly, finally landing punches that only affect your knuckles rather than your thumbs.

soap announces that he has to use the restroom and excuses himself, leaving you alone with ghost. you decide to not say anything, opting to focus on punching the dummy in front of you rather than focus on him.

“you’re doing good.” his voice comes from right next to you, startling you and causing you to jump slightly as you look over at him.

“thank you.” you say, looking down at your now seemingly bruised knuckles and rubbing them gently with your other hand. they hurt pretty bad, but you know that soap will probably ask you to keep going for a little while longer so you’re more prepared.

you notice his shadow loom over you as he gets closer, a hand reaching out and grasping onto your bruised one. “you know, this will get a lot less intense over time. the more you train, the less it’ll hurt.” his voice is right in your ear, causing your eyes to shut as you try your best to not make anything obvious.

everything about his voice just gets you going. from his accent, to how it sounds when he’s calm versus yelling. no matter what he does, his voice makes you melt and turns your panties into a sopping mess within just seconds.

his hand drops yours, causing you to open your eyes as you look at him. he’s looking at you intensely, eyes filled with emotion you can’t read. your whole face feels hot, though, and you’re almost ashamed to even look at him.

he knows what he does to you, and he’s going to be doing it on purpose now.

you opt to ignore him, waiting impatiently until soap finally comes back into the room with a fresh bottle of water and a sheepish smile on his face. he senses the tension in the room, but doesn’t mention it at all since he knows it’d be awkward.

the three of you remain in the room for some time longer, before eventually an hour has passed and it’s time to leave and focus on other things. there’s an upcoming mission you’ll be going on, so you decide to spend some time with gaz to figure out the details.

your walk in the dark is mildly terrifying. the light heading towards the building where gaz stays is limited, several areas of shadows that cause your vision to be impaired. you don't feel right, an anxiety developing that normally isn't present.

several vehicles leave gaps in between certain spots, a feeling of someone following you causing you to stop in your tracks and take a look around.

nothing.

you sigh in relief. it must be some sort of paranoia from how tired you are after training. you did break quite a sweat, which was made worse with ghost’s gleaming eyes on you for the majority of the time you had been in the room.

you decide to continue forward-

but something stops you, from the shadows. a small reflection of someone’s eyes, a large figure looming in between two large trucks. your heart begins to pound harshly, quickly trying to make a break towards the building so you can find some sort of defense against the figure.

but you’re stopped, large hand grabbing and pulling you back into the shadows. you let out a scream, adrenaline pumping as you kick and punch as hard as you can muster. a low grunt is all you hear, an ease in the way the figure carries you away.

something is put over your eyes, a blindfold perhaps? you’re shaking now, being led to who knows where in the darkness and you can’t even be sure if anyone will ever find you. you’re certain that death looms closely now, deciding to just give up because no amount of force is stopping this human wall from taking you.

you want to cry but stay strong, keeping a cold and stoic appearance (you think at least) as you’re finally let go of in what you think is a small building nearby. wouldn’t this person have locked you in a car or something? why here? you’re confused now, not understanding what’s going on.

“you don’t need to kick so hard.”

you feel embarrassed as the voice speaks. of course it’s him. but why you’re blindfolded, you still don’t understand. ghost is probably trying to prepare you for something, maybe a training on how to escape a kidnapper.

he keeps your arms pressed tightly against your back, though. not a single ounce of movement on his end, just the heat of his body near yours in the dark.

“where are we?” you ask, trying to move your arm with no luck present in him leaving you be.

“nowhere that matters right now.”

you feel kind of nervous. this man has saved you many times before working together. you can’t help but feel in your gut that he may somehow be plotting your murder or disappearance with the way he’s acting.

not having any sights of what’s going on has led to the smallest of noises feeling so much louder, so you’re flustered when you can hear and feel his breath right at your ears.

“an annoying bird has told me that you’re interested in me. and my observations seem to have proven him right.” he whispers lowly, hotness of his breath brushing against your skin slightly.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on now. his voice makes you unbelievably wet, and you don’t understand how you’re not dreaming right now.

the heat that has developed between your thighs is almost burning, a desire bubbling up in your abdomen that has you almost shaking. “hmm, see? you’re not too great at hiding that, love.”

you clench your jaw, sucking in a deep breath. you have goosebumps along your whole body, the cool air around you making the feelings of his warmth so much more intense.

“now, i’m going to let your arms go. but if you even move a muscle i will leave you here alone and we won’t speak again. got it?” you nod hastily at his words, feeling his arms finally release the tight grip on you that makes your shoulders and arms crack lightly.

he shuffles around the room, and you can hear as he leans down and abruptly has your pants tugged down slightly. the cool air hits your panties, making you shiver. one of his hands grasps onto your thighs tightly, squeezing and slowly working its way up.

you realize he’s down on his knees in front of you when he easily slides your panties down too, now at your ankles with your pants. you’re absolutely dripping, feeling wetness leak down your thighs to where his hands are.

that’s when he lets out a soft, amused laugh. “so wet already and i haven’t even touched you? you’re desperate.” he says, a single finger pushing between your folds and gathering up wetness.

you can hear the way his fingers move, entering his mouth with a soft squelch. the way your face heats up when you realize he’s unmasked sends you reeling for more, wanting him to do anything to you now.

“you’re in luck, as i’m desperate as well.” he whispers, making you bite down on your bottom lip tightly. the heat of his words is close to your pussy now, a light blow of his breath against your clit.

you’re trying hard not to move, staying so completely still despite the shake in your bones. “please…” you whisper, wanting him to touch you or just something.

when his tongue laps right up your folds, you inhale sharply, eyes clenched shut despite the blindfold on your body. a small and quiet moan breaks through your lips when he pushes a finger in, curling it into you as he blows air onto your clit.

“please what? you want me to make you cum?” he asks, and you nod desperately as his finger stays still.

he smacks your clit with his other hand, making you cry out and tears sting at the corners of your eyes. you feel disgusting for finding that so pleasurable. “use. your. words.” his voice is quiet, and you inhale sharply.

“yes. please make me cum.” you mumble out quickly, words rushed and almost slurred. he hums in approval at that, finger moving in and out again and sending your mind straight to the gutter.

light squelching sounds turn louder once he adds two more fingers, stretching you out as his lips latch onto your clit. you’re almost in disbelief from how good it feels, eyes rolling back and legs shaking. you almost feel like you could fall over, but one of his hands remains on your hip to reassure you that you won’t.

your orgasm builds steadily, arms remaining tucked at your sides out of fear that his words were true. you can’t just let this end now, now when he’s eating you out like his life depends on it. he’s so skilled at what he’s doing that you can barely contain your composure.

you know you’re going to cum soon after he starts getting rougher, wetness becoming more and more until it’s almost so loud you can’t hear anything else. when his mouth leaves you and he starts talking again, that’s what sends you over the edge.

“such a pretty pussy. you’re so good for me, you know that?” he says quietly, thumb swiping at your clit and making your spine tingle.

“i can feel how close you are. go on. cum for me.” the raspiness in his tone has you moaning out, orgasm crashing through you as your walls clench around his fingers. you can’t think straight, mind becoming absolutely fried as he continues finger fucking you through your high.

your hips are shaking as his fingers slide out, a small dripping noise of your arousal hitting the floor below you. you hear him stand up, arms gripping your waist as he pushes your body into his.

his nose brushes up against your own, and you force the gap closed with urgency. you can’t keep away from him anymore, not now. his lips move against yours roughly, tongue forcing itself into your mouth.

you push your hips against his, feeling the rough fabric of his jeans and, more importantly, the feeling of his hard cock against you. you can even feel how big he is, and you know it’ll make you sore later. just the thought of that has you soaked again, lips leaving his for a moment for air as your heart rate picks up.

“i’m not done yet.” he whispers in your ear, pushing his lips onto yours again.

and just when you thought he couldn’t get any hotter.

as you kiss, he leads you to the wall. it’s cold, pressing into your ass hard as he leans further into you. his hips grind into your naked bottom half, the mild overstimulation making you mewl against his lips.

you’re basically heaving, barely able to breathe when his lips leave yours. “you ready?” he asks, and you mumble out ‘yes’ as he fumbles with his belt and eventually tugs his pants and boxers down.

you can’t see his cock, but you imagine it’d be nice and pretty. you can hear him stroke it a few times before it’s pressed against your folds, sliding up and down and making you bite your lip in anticipation. the tip feels big against you, just the right amount of stimulation to make you want him to fuck your brains out.

the tip presses into you, making your hips twitch from shock as your nails dig into your palms. as he slides in, your mouth falls open and you moan shakily. “fuck, you’re tighter than i thought you’d be. such a nice cunt.” he says, hips bumping into yours as he bottoms out.

tears stream down your face from the feeling of fullness, so overwhelming but you already can’t get enough of him. the tip just barely grazes your cervix, and when he slowly begins thrusting it slaps against it over and over again. it’s painful, but you love that.

he decides to lift you up by the back of your thighs, legs wrapping around him and the new angle feeling more pleasurable as he fucks you into the wall harshly. his hands are squeezing your ass, lips finding their way to your neck as he bites down on your skin roughly.

he moves at a steady pace, cock hitting all the right places that send you closer and closer to your peak. his movements are hard, dick ramming into you in a manner that makes you finally move your hands and grip onto his hair.

“fuck.” he mutters, hips picking up speed as he kisses you again. small noises leave his mouth, muffled by your lips but still so hot to hear coming from him. he sounds so good to you, his grunts and groans causing your pussy to clench against him.

he fucks into you harder and harder, the stimulation of his groin smacking into your clit making you feel as if you’re melting. the way your eyes have rolled back again, clit throbbing from the stimulation, you know you’ll probably cum soon.

“touch yourself for me.” he says, a small break between your kisses. you comply instantaneously, fingers reaching down and circling your clit and smacking harder against yourself from his thrusts hitting your hands.

his lips separate from yours, leaning towards your ear and biting down on your earlobe. the stimulation of that causes your fingers to start moving faster.

the feeling of your fingers is what sends you reeling, a loud moan escaping as you finally cum for a second time. “fuck, just like that. cum like the desperate slut you are.” he mumbles in your ear, making you cry out again.

his hips don’t falter for even a second as you hear him inhale sharply, small grunts leaning his mouth as his hands slap into the wall behind you. “gonna cum in you. i think you can take it.” he mutters, words making you feel like you could explode right now.

“please.” your voice cracks.

he finally cums afterwards, ropes of it warming your insides as his hips stutter into you. he rides out his high with a few more thrusts, gentle noises finally being let out again as he slowly comes to a stop.

he pulls out after a few moments, cum leaking out of you and streaming down your thighs. you stand still for a moment, not sure of what to do now.

"you can take the blindfold off now." he says, and you decide to do so.

you still can't see great once it's off, the room very dark with minimal lighting coming from the occasional light outside shining into the windows. but you glance over to ghost anyways, noticing that he still kept his mask off in front of you. while you can't see too well, you smile anyways in adoration.

"as handsome as soap always claims." you say to him, hearing him sigh out as he shakes his head. his hand smacks your ass and he pulls his pants back up, a grin forming on your face as you gather your clothes back onto yourself as well. your thighs and cunt are sore, but you feel almost floaty despite the pain.

"of course you'd think that." he mutters, noticing the way you're off balance as you pull your pants up and over your thighs. one of his arms reaches out for you to help balance you and you thank him quietly before standing upright and looking him up and down.

"so, an annoying bird?" you ask.

"quite annoying. certainly not wrong though."

as you go your separate ways that night, you can't contain your excitement. gaz can immediately tell what took you so long when he sees your messed up hair and crooked smile, but he doesn't bother to say anything. you've talked about ghost for months, he's just glad you finally got it over with.

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nicolesainz · 4 months

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kiss kiss bang bang (SV5) - part 2 from “Tricks and champions”

Sebastian Vettel x f!reader

Author’s note: Thanks to the lovely comments I received from @maverick-mwah the seb one shot will have a second part. I dearly appreciate the love you showed for this fic!

Warnings: smut, minors dni, 18+, age gap, hints of fluff, major daddy issues, aftercare, taking her virginity, its pure porn!

Summary: After the wild ride you had with Seb, the visits at your house don't stop. Especially when your parents aren't home either. This leads Seb to control you since vulnerability has taken over.

My parents decided to fly away to Spain for the week in order to celebrate their anniversary. It's very sweet that my father still deeply cares about mum after all these years of marriage. That's how all couples should be.

People my age, having an empty house like mine, would definitely use it in order to invite friends and party until very early the next morning. Or get fully wasted with a mix of drinks. Which was my original plan. And yet, I don't really regret how things turned out.

The first night being alone sled by lonely and boring. I ordered some food and had a marathon of The Office, followed by a small concert with all of Taylor Swift's songs. In an empty house, almost in the middle of nowhere in Germany, activities are limited. Or so I thought.

"You need to come to the party. Don't be a buzzkill now." My best friend said over the phone as I was cleaning the mess of a room I have. I usually am up for any available party but I just wasn't in the mood. I would rather drink my feelings away than dress up in uncomfortable heels.

"Sorry bae, not in the mood. Plus, I am feeling a bit unwell. Probably was the Chinese food I had last night." This was a lie, obviously. I was perfectly fine, plainly bored.

"Do you want me to come over? Do you need any help girl?" There's an apparent worry in her voice, which I am trying to dodge very quickly.

"Thank you lovely but I will be alright. Go have fun and text me if anything occurs." I reassure her genuinely touched with her worry.

"I will but if you need me for anything I will rush to you. Take care y/n." We exchange our goodbyes and hang up.

It's a very gloomy day and the house is very quiet. Going to this party was probably my only chance to hook up with someone just to remove Sebastian from my thoughts. Which has become impossible after the ride we had two weeks ago.

After the tricks in the circuit, wherever I look, he is there. Either in real life or in my imagination. I imagine him inside the shower with me, in between my thighs, on my bed.

Literally fucking everywhere.

Last week, at the annual Sunday dinner my family hosts with Sebastian, he was caressing my thigh under the table, as he was casually chatting with my father. It was probably a bad idea to wear that short skirt.

I decide to take matters into my own hands and fully clear out my bed, lay a towel, light up some vanilla scented candles and finish the job by myself so I can take off the thought of Sebastian from my mind.

I put on a complication of his 'dirtiest' team radios where he curses every time either in English or German, dropping sexual hints while he is frustrated.

I plug in my AirPods and put the video on replay until I manage to finish. I put some lube on my fingers and start rubbing it against my pussy. The moment Seb's voice echoes inside my ears, I feel a wave of pleasure taking over me, as slight groans come out of my mouth.

Along with Sebastian's voice, I moan some 'fuck'' and 'shit' as I slide and pump my fingers inside my wet self in a faster pace. My womanhood clenches around my fingers although the desperation in my voice shows how needy I am of Sebastian.

"Jesus Seb." I let out during the thought that my fingers are Sebastian's, pushing me to my limits.

I open my eyes slightly only to be met with a blurry figure of a blonde haired man. I was so obsessed with Sebastian that I was hallucinating.

And yet I wasn't.

He was indeed in the room.

Watching me masturbate with the help of his voice.

I panicked instantly and pulled the covers on top of my body, trying to hide from the feeling of embarrassment and Sebastian's gawking eyes that were scanning me from head to toe.

"So when the cats are away, the mice come out and play. Or in your case, simply come." He jokes around with a massive smirk plastered on his face.

"I-it's not what it looks like, I was, uh" I didn't know how to excuse my actions.

"And yet it so is what it looks like." He rolls his eyes but immediately looks back at me, licking his lips.

"Okay fine, you caught me in a vulnerable moment. I have needs but no boyfriend to satisfy me. I would've gone to a party just to release my frustration but better safe than sorry." I don't know why I said all those things to Sebastian but for some reason I open up to him more easily.

Literally and figuratively.

"So it was very difficult for you to think of me, right?" He exclaims but quickly silences himself as the audio from my phone hasn't paused and the cursing is loud and clear.

He looks around the room to see from where this sound is coming from and when he notices I am trying to mute my phone, he grabs it from my hands and takes a lot at the content amused.

"So you were thinking of me. Just not calling me but simply replacing me."

Sebastian kneeled down to my height and removed the covers from my legs. My panties were still wrapped around my thighs and small hints of wetness were apparent. No shame took over me. Which was oddly weird.

"You know I am here for you if you ever need me, baby. For anything." He positions my body right in front of his face, looking me deeply into my eyes with such innocence, yet I knew that none of his following actions were gonna be the same.

"It's not right Sebastian. You're twice my age and a friend of my father's. You are a person I admire, not someone I should be thinking of in that way." That was the moment where I felt truly ashamed of myself but with a few words, Sebastian made me feel like what was going to happen between us is the most right thing in the world.

"Admiring someone doesn't necessarily mean you can't love them or want them in any other way. I know the kind of girl you are, Y/n. You've literally confessed to me your entire love life, pleading for a man that will treat you right and be there for you."

I didn't know if I wanted to cry or smile at his words. I was right there in front of him, spread legs and needy of a mans touch. He barely looked down at my womanhood or removed his eyes from mine. I needed a man who could bring the best of both worlds.

He was right in front of me.

"I need you Seb. Madly. I can't get you out of my head. Help me." I cooed softly, my desperation is clearly showing more than it should.

"All I will ask is, are you willing to let me take care of your need 100% dear? Because there is no going back after that." The fact that he asked me for reassurance and didn't throw himself at me the moment I begged him, proved to me that no man can be like Sebastian.

"I trust you blindly." I put my forehead softly against his and he instantly captures my lips into a soft kiss, full of reassurance, trust and emotion. His hands are on the sides of my thighs, holding against them firmly and climbing on top of my body feeling more of his warmth.

Sebastian's piercing blue eyes focus on the rhythm of my breathing that is being patterned on the mannerism the way by breasts bounce up and down. I can feel myself blushing given that no matter how many men have looked this tensely at me, only he can cause butterflies to my stomach.

With one arm, he removes his t-shirt, revealing a very well fitted 36 year old on whose body I want to lay my hands on and worship like he is a greek god. I softly trace the V-line on top of his belt and the kiss becomes even more tense with a simple touch.

"You don't know what you're doing to me." He mumbles against my lips as he is trying to unbuckle his belt and get rid of the trousers that are hiding from my sight the hardened erection I caused.

"Then show me." I so easily say, yet I don't know the mix of pain and pleasure I am about to experience because of my actions. Sebastian grunts and with my help, his trousers are on the floor and I can feel against my wet unclothed pussy his erected cock.

Sebastian breaks the kiss and stands up, in the process of which he is picking me up as well. My breathing becomes harder as he takes my top off and now we are semi naked in front of each other. Only a few barriers which in a few seconds are gone. I strap off my bra slowly, revealing my breast to his sight.

"You are beautiful. Absolutely mesmerising. My god" he sighs and kneels in front of me. I am absolutely shocked by what he is doing. I feel his hands holding firmly my thighs and in matters of seconds his lips on my pussy, eating me up like a starved man. His tongue flicking against my clit, sending euphoric vibration at my entire body.

"Fuck, Seb" I moan uncontrollably as he keeps feasting on the juices that are covering my womanhood and his jaw. My fingers tangle on his blonde curls, pulling them slightly as I am trying with all my willpower not to crush his face with my trembling thighs.

My head falls back and my moans become louder and louder as Sebastian slowly removes his his mouth from my pussy and slams it against mine, while inserting his index and middle finger inside my wetness.

"So innocent and yet you're clenching around my fingers like a needy whore." His fingers are pumping inside me in quite a fast pace but just the perfect one to send me into fucking oblivion. My fingers are scratching his back like a wild animal.

"I need to cum, Seb, please." I have never begged anyone for anything in my life and yet, another first time of mine had just been ticked off the box with the help of Sebastian. He applies a bit more pressure to my very swollen pussy, by using his thumb to play along with my clit.

"Then do so baby. All over my fingers." The moment he says it, I release immediately along with a tense groan from both of us. God that felt amazing. Sebastian grabs me back, laying me on the bed, knees weaker than wooden sticks but surely needy for more.

"I need you to be fully sure of what is about to happen darling. Allow me?" My heart drops to my stomach with his words. A few minutes ago he was fucking me with his fingers with such ease and now he is asking for permission.

Best of both worlds.

"There is no man on this earth I trust more than you, Seb. Yes, I am fully aware." I reply with a kind smile on my face, reassuring him that he is the only man I need and want.

His lips connect with mine once more, although this time the kiss was more meaningful than anything. It was me showing Sebastian that I trust him with something so sacred and fragile but something I would only want him to have.

His fingers are toying with my nipples while his mouth is occupied with my neck, trying to leave as many hickies humanly possible. I do not mind at all, though I will need many formulas of makeup to hide his mess.

"Can I touch you?" I quietly ask him as he still was wearing his underwear that were trying to hold on his frustrated cock. I was so afraid of asking him such a thing even though it wouldn't be my first time touching a man.

"Your touch is what I am craving." He grabs my hand and places it on top of his edged bulge that wants to be taken care of. Having his confirmation, I remove the barrier, the boxers, in swift movements, with his cock springing out.

I wrap my hands around his erection, feeling the hints of pre cum on the tip, I spread the minimum liquid all over, pumping him slowly and teasingly sliding him through my wet folds, causing him to moan on the crook of my neck.

"Jesus baby. I need you." He blurts out and my excitement reaches extremely high levels. When I feel Seb's body lowering on me, I remove my hands from his cock and hold on against his butt. In very slow movements, Sebastian slides himself inside me, as softly as he can, whilst I am trying to adjust to his size.

Sebastian has filled me up entirely and my pussy has been stretched to its limits. He tried to play safe at first with slow trusts that would help him find my sweet spot. Tears of exhaustion and pleasure were covering my eyes.

Suddenly, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into me, pushing my limits to the maximum and earning multiple moans of his name along the way. The room smells sex. The air smells sex. He and I smell like sex.

"Oh my Seb." I moan as if there is no tomorrow, shamelessly, giving him the satisfaction of achieving to make the first time of a woman better than half of the female's population. Not even better. Heavenly good.

"This is for you. All for you my good girl."

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multifandomslxt · 9 months

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Ok hear me out- enemies to lover, Hendery x fem reader, Hendery being the king of a kingdom and the fem character being commander in chief/leader of the army, sexual tension at the finest, know each other since childhood/ grew up together, smut, sneaky, peak of tension during a royal ball…🌚✨

King's Command

"Your Majesty the Commander is here to see you"

You rolled your eyes at the unnecessary announcement of your presence

As Commander in Chief of the Kindom's army, You met with the King more often than you'd like.

"Send her in" The voice of the King echoed through the hall.

Commanding and strong.

Familiar and Welcoming.

Your nipples hardened at just the sound of it.

Yet, you loathed its owner.

You would rather be anywhere but here.

Sighing, You kept your eyes on the ground as you entered the throne room

It was tradition to do so.

It didn't matter that you and the king had known each other since childhood.

Your father, the Chief in Command when His father was king.

Despite the familiarity and close relation, you both loathed each other.

Why?

You thought he was a stuck-up fool and he thought of you the same.

The familiar marble floor stared back at you and almost immediately you could feel his eyes trailing over your body before he emitted what you thought was a low groan.

You had just returned from a mission and were still clothed in your armor.

"To what do I owe the pleasure Y/n" he spoke teasingly, knowing full well it was him who called you here. You couldn't see him but you knew he had a smug look on his face.

You shut your eyes tightly and gritted your teeth in annoyance.

You exhaled before you spoke "Your majesty, the ceremonial banquet is at dawn and I have received word that you have yet to choose a proper maiden to accompany you"

first came a splutter

then came a Boisterous laugh

"fucking imbecile" you muttered under your breath

"You may meet my eyes, Commander" He announced, voice overflowing with equal amounts of seriousness and humor.

You obeyed him and met his daring brown eyes. He was as you left him this morning, strikingly beautiful and obnoxiously troublesome.

"You heard correctly Commander, I have indeed encountered issues while searching for a proper maiden" He says, his voice still scratchy from laughing. A smirk perched itself on his pink lips practically announcing that he was making this hard for you on purpose.

You sighed already knowing where this conversation was headed.

You played along anyway

"Should I see to it myself and find you a maiden for tonight My Lord?"

His teasing smirk morphed into a full smile "No need, I have already found one"

Your shoulders stiffened and your eye twitched

he wouldn't...

"You, my Dutifull commander, will be the one to accompany me to this ball" He announced leaving no room for argument.

He would.

King Hendery stared at you waiting for an answer, one would say he looked bored but you knew better.

For what seemed like the millionth time that night you sighed.

"Yes your majesty it would be my pleasure" Your body burned under his gaze suddenly becoming hyper-aware of how his gaze affected you. your Nipples were hard enough to break the metal plate you wore. Your thighs slightly clenched trying to stop the throbbing of your sex.

You knew you wanted him.

You always did but that could never happen for he was King and you were his commander and you both hated each other.

He nodded, satisfied with your answer. Suddenly, he shifted uncomfortably on his throne, widening his legs as a stain of red began to climb up his neck.

Was he ill?

"Are you well My King" You questioned

He noticeably freezes as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't have.

"I am well, you need not worry," He says, his voice strained.

"You may leave" he flashed his hand nonchalantly which upset you even more.

You bowed and turned to leave

"Oh and Y/n?"

your body tingled as your name fell from his lips.

It always did whenever he called you by your given name.

"Yes, My King?"

"Wear red."

"Yes your majesty"

He hummed in satisfaction "Good girl"

"So you chose to listen" Hendery smiled, pleased with the dress you chose to wear tonight.

Traditionally you would have worn your armor trading dancing and eating for standing guard at the king's throne just in case.

King Hendery was currently dancing with you in the middle of the ballroom. Looking as graceful and stern as ever. One hand on your waist and the other holding your hand.

The entire ballroom was filled with people and music, dresses ranging from the lightest purple to midnight black.

Lights from the chandelier cast a golden glow over the room giving it an, almost heavenly appeal.

You didn't want to admit it but he outdid almost everyone here dressed in a simple suit and with his crown resting on his brown hair.

He was the King after all.

"You asked me to wear red" You said completely avoiding the eye contact he was trying to hold.

You looked over at the table filled with colorful food and drinks, then at the chandelier above you, then at your shoes. Anywhere but his deep brown eyes.

He gripped your waist tightly "No, I told you to wear red. I am a King I need not ask for anything."

You mentally rolled your eyes

This was why you disliked him. He was a good King but a conceited one as well blind to the fact that not everyone was always pleased to listen to him or be in his presence.

"Of course, your majesty" You replied dryly

a beat of silence passes

Your eyes fell on one of your soldiers, dancing with his wife a smile etched on their faces.

Contagious it was, as it made you smile as well

"Are trying to make me jealous?" A question that came in the form of a whisper, so close to your ear, a voice so sweet you could almost taste it.

You met the owner's eyes

"Ah, so now you look at me" he chuckled now standing straight.

You looked at him confused "Whatever are you speaking of?"

"You stare at another man in my presence, Y/n"

Tingles again

"You know I do not like that. Do you wish for me to kill him? His blood will be on your hands." He begrudgingly says, never once looking away from your eyes.

You blink up at him. He was always like that ever since you were young. He hated when another man gave you attention and he hated when you did the same.

You didn't know it yet but many men had died because of this.

"He is a married man, he is simply my soldier. We have no relationship outside of that." You defended

"And it will stay that way." another command

Your body heated as a heavy feeling in your gut started to form.

Why must he try to control everything you do?

"There is a look of defiance in your eyes y/n, do you not like what I have said? It will not change." The authority in his voice somehow, multiplies by ten thousand.

At some point both his hands had moved to your lower back, now carefully caressing the exposed skin sending a feeling of electricity through your body, specifically to the throbbing organ between your legs.

"There are things you may not understand because you are innocent, untainted but you need not look at other men, it will only bring about their demise" The King smiled. not a happy one but a possessive and sickly one.

"I have killed men, I am innocent nor untainted" You admit.

his hands begin to go lower barely missing the thin waistband of your panties

"I speak not of blood and war love, but of a man's hands" He stated matter of factly, his voice was now raspy like it was before dipped in honey and sprinkled with sugar.

His hands slipped into your panties and began kneading your ass.

"You need not look at another man because I am here." he leaned down and let out a possessive whisper followed by a light nibble on your ear.

with a racing heart and a throbbing clit you bit your lip in anticipation as one singular finger made its way to your pussy.

touching everywhere but where it hurt the most.

Your knees buckled and your breathing became labored.

You never fell to your knees though, one of Hendery's hands was security wrapped around your waist.

This was the hardest battle you had ever fought

and without much effort, you knew you lost

after what felt like years,, he slowly inserted his finger and you immediately clenched around it.

"Ah, H-hendery please" You could taste the blood in your mouth from biting your lip too hard.

You were now plush against his chest, your hands gripping the fabric of his suit for extra security. You face buried in his chest, too ashamed and too heated.

his chest shook with a soft laugh "You're sensitive. Cute."

"But if you continue to clench around my finger like this I'll be forced to take you here, and while I am fond of letting everyone here know that you belong to me, I am not fond of another man hearing you beg and make those pretty pretty sounds"

You whine softly, weakly beating his chest as your orgasm approached. You could feel yourself running down your leg

"I can't- I can't" You utter, You didn't know what you couldn't do but the intensity of the situation caused you to say it.

"Are you going to cum for me plum? In front of all these people?" He teased

You looked up from his chest and into his eyes.

You didn't know when but at some point you had blocked out the music and noise from the guests in the room, It was as if it was just you two.

He watched as your bottom lip trembled and a stray tear ran down your cheek.

You looked fucking adorable and tainted.

"Fuck. Not even the view from the tower on a starry night could compare to you." Admiration clouded his voice.

The King never lied.

You clenched your thighs together as his finger began to pick up its pace

Your eyes widened as more of you ran down your thigh "Hendery I- gonna-

His heated gaze was fixed on you. Mentally painting a picture of this moment even though he knew that there were many more to come.

After all, he was going to make you his queen.

"Cum" Another command.

and you obeyed.

You weren't stupid enough to defy the King.

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mirai-e-jump · 9 months

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Flying Magazine Spring/Summer 2014 Issue ft. Gaku Sano, Masato Yano, Yu Inaba & Taiko Katono Fashion Shoot + Short Interviews (translations below)

Gaku Sano

Sano: I love clothes, so I was excited that I got to wear three different outfits this time (laughs). Rather than having a preference for a particular brand, I tend to focus more on the shape and overall image of clothing, so when I have the opportunity, I often go to stores by myself to look for these things. Among the ones I wore for this shoot, I like the dark gray setup the best. Short pants or sarouels with boots are my favorite style!

"Excited to pass the role of a Kamen Rider, which he longed to play! He heads towards Gaim, evolving everyday with passion burning in his heart."

Sano: I truly never thought that I would be able to become the Kamen Rider that I had been so fascinated with as a child, so I was really happy when I was chosen for the role. I have no experience in action, but I'm confident in my physical strength, so I felt like, "Come on, I accept!" and I'd even act out the toughest scenes without doing voice over. I still have a lot to learn, but I want to improve myself and grow little by little, so that when I look back in six months to a year, I'll be able to confidently say that I've grown!

Masato Yano

Yano: Basically, I like simple styles, but I try to bring out their points of interest, whether it be with the pattern or color in one specific place or another. I also like parkas, especially this leaf patterned one I'm wearing, which definitely has a spring like seasonal feel to it! Parkas are not only easy and comfortable to wear, but you can buy them almost anywhere. I once went on set wearing a different parka for an entire week (laughs).

"A young talented actor discovered by Ninagawa Yukio. He continues to be active with appearances in numerous stage plays, dramas, and movies."

Yano: I'll be appearing in three separate films that will release throughout the course of this year, and in the Summer, I'll perform for the third time in a stage play directed by Ninagawa-san. It's been a while since I've worked in a production by Ninagawa-san, so I'm really looking forward to it! Recently, I've started to receive alittle more praise than usual (laugh), so I'll do my best to show you that I've atleast grown alittle.

Yu Inaba

Inaba: I want to wear as little clothing as possible during the course my life (laughs). My favorite style is wearing a single t-shirt! This sukajan is abit unusual for me, but, it's comfortable to wear and fits my look well. It's surprisingly refreshing. I tend to wear mostly black, so I like the monotone look of these items.

"Aiming to become a "highly sought after actor" while growing from his many experiences on doing stage plays."

Inaba: When I entered the Junon Super Boy Contest, I had a very casual mindset, but soon after my debut, I performed in a series of stage performances, where I became more fascinated with the joys of "performing." Recently, I've been cast in many dramas and movies, as well as more stage plays, so I feel as though I'm living a very exciting and fulfilling life. Right now, I cherish these works and encounters with people, but someday, I want to be an actor where people will say, "I want to go just to see him!"

Taiko Katono

Katono: Usually I wear leather jackets and slim pants, so today I went for a fresh, cute, spring like look with a white cardigan. I like cardigans because they're so comfortable to wear. The one I'm wearing isn't too light and is more firm than I expected, so it feels very nice to wear! The color tone is also gentle, it's very "springtime coordinated."

"Aspirations hidden under a cute face. Looking forwars to facing future challenges with a positive outlook!"

Katono: Recently, I was cast in the drama "Team Batista 4: Raden Meikyu", which was a pretty big deal for me. I thought, "I'm going to be apart of that popular series?!" I was so shocked. In this field, I've learnt alot and am reflecting. I think I've grown alittle thanks to it. I hope to gain experience in this way one at a time, and in 10 years, I hope to be an actor with roles that only I am able to play. For this reason, I'll do my best to do these things one by one!

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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“You would think its the baby olympics in there.” | Aaron Hotchner x You Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x You Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x You Genre: Fluff Warnings: Mildly suggestive mentions of trying for a baby; pregnant reader. Length: Drabble

Where you are 8 months pregnant and Aaron Hotchner’s baby won’t stop harassing you.

A/N: I’ve been seeing so much baby Hotchner material, I couldn’t help myself with this (which is not much just FYI, but just something really short and fluffy).

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“Hotchner.”

The sound causes him to freeze, his hands dropping the tablet he had been looking at onto the table with a soft clatter. It was bizarre, the voice was familiar, but the tone and way of address were not, in fact they didn’t match what he was used to from the voice.

He looks up, expression hovering between slight wary and concern to meet your features which are etched into a deep frown. Pleasant surprise colours his feature when he confirms that it is indeed you. Ordinarily, he would have been out of his chair, headed towards you, taking you into his arms, and welcoming you with a kiss, but something in your expression, and the situation at hand causes him to pause and contemplate his next course of action. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you found your 8 month pregnant wife standing in the doorway of your office looking mildly (or rather entirely) irritated.

“Hi?” He greets you, opting not to push himself out of his chair and stride towards you, because you look like a woman on a mission, a mission that he has yet to figure out … yet. He lets his gaze roam from your face, before observing your posture (tense, with your arms on your hips), attempting to discern just why you are standing in his office at 4pm on a Wednesday afternoon.

“Your baby,” you pause and stride into his office, pushing the door shut with not quite a slam, but an audible bang that causes the open blinds on his office windows to rattle slightly, and which you are sure causes all the heads in the bullpen to swivel, “won’t stop harassing me.”

You throw your wallet and house keys down on his table, which he notes are the only two things you had grabbed before booking a car on your phone (because at 8 months pregnant you were hardly going to cram yourself into the driver’s seat of a car) and storming out of the house to take issue with the man responsible for your immense discomfort. You move to sink onto one of the chairs facing his desk, deflating backwards into the cool leather before letting your hands come to rest across your bump as you slump into the chair. You do however, keep the full force of your glower on him.

With just a couple weeks before you were due, you had taken time off from the office, with the eager blessings from your supervisor and co-workers. You weren’t difficult to work with normally, but as you entered the last two months of your pregnancy, it was undeniable that you had indeed become more irritable because the Hotchner growing inside of you just would not stop moving.

You see his features shift, a small smile upturning the corners of his lips and you cannot help but roll your eyes.

“This isn’t funny Aaron.” Your words bear more of a whine than you intend for them to, causing you to scowl as you feel your belly shift again. The incessant moving had start almost 7 weeks ago, and once it was clear that this would be the way it was until the baby delivered, you had been in a downright mood. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable for you to say the least, especially when coupled with the summer heat that had started to creep up on you, and the fact that your belly was now huge and it was hard to do anything. You couldn’t even cuddle with Jack for christ sake, something the little Hotchner had taken to sulking about because he couldn’t pile himself into your lap, which was very much occupied by the belly you had sticking out of you, and snuggle.

He finally rises, closing the distance between you both in two easy strides, before coming to a bend in front of you, one knee on the ground holding him up. He places a hand on your belly, feeling a slight shift under his palm.

“You would think its the baby olympics in there.” You grumble, and it causes him to laugh, the rich sound filling his office. “This is your fault.” You wail, and he tugs one of your hands gently into his as a response, kissing your knuckles lightly.

“She’ll be out soon.”

“Not soon enough.” You whimper, allowing yourself to stew in self pity. It isn’t of course that you are upset about having this baby, but pregnancy hormones and the desperate urge to lie face down on any surface were truly at their peak right about now.

“Does that mean you regret the fun we had making her.” He mutters into the back of your hand, placing another kiss on your skin. It makes you flush as a boyish smirk slips onto his face, a stark contrast to his suit and tie.

“No.” You mumble out, shifting in your seat as you let your thoughts wander to the 6 months which you both spent trying, some encounters of which were attempted in this very office. Trying for a baby had been exhilarating to say the least, especially with a husband who was exceptionally eager to get you pregnant.

“Would ice cream make things better?” He lets his gaze run over your bare shoulders, noting the flowy sundress you had on. He was well aware from the number of times in the last few weeks you had complained about him emitting too much body heat in bed, even with the air condition at full blast, that the fast approaching summer months made for even more discomfort than usual.

“Yes.” You allow your lower lip to stick out in a pout as you glance at the clock on his desk. “But its only 4pm.”

“Good thing I’m the boss.” He stands, your hand still in his, and he reaches for your other hand to help you to a stand.

“I guess it - .” You find yourself still grumbling, harmlessly, only to be cut off by a kiss to your lips, his nose bumping gently against yours. You let yourself fall into the kiss as his lips slide over yours, your tongue flicking out to meet his, neither of you caring in the moment that you probably had a bullpen full of spectators peering in from afar through the windows.

“You are lucky you are cute.” You say as he pulls away, his twinkling eyes meeting yours, which he notes have softened.

“I guess I am.” He muses with a deep chuckle, as he plants a soft, but brief kiss on your forehead, before holding on of your hands in his and moving to the door.

A/N: When I say ”boyish smirk”, there is this particular GIF of a young Thomas Gibson with floppy hair and sunglasses that I have in mind - that is the smirk.

Current @taglist: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @ssamorganhotchner @katieslotherford@14buddy22 @thebaileybugle @wheelsupkels @dadbodhotch11

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Legendborn

Um??????????

I put this book off for so long because a) I heard the next book in the series only comes out in 2025 and I didn't want to be left hanging, and b) I wasn't the biggest fan when I heard there was a (sigh) love triangle in there. And yet here I am, having finished it at long last.

Confession: I was/am in the middle of something like a reading slump. February has not been kind to me with my reads. When the Ann Liang book I was anticipating for months let me down horrifically, ALL the books that followed either fell flat too or were just… middling. I went through book after book feeling empty, and then I told myself: you know what. Legendborn has been on EVERYONE and their mother's radar, and their responses are the same—near unanimous acclaim. It's honestly quite insane.

So I took a gamble. I got the book and started reading it.

You can TELL. You can just TELL when a book hits right for you, unlike the ones I read before it. I was hooked. Engaged. Totally captivated. I'd read and DNFed another fantasy book just weeks ago, which also utilised King Arthur lore (titled Silver in the Bone), but somehow Legendborn succeeded where that story failed (for me). Maybe I'm just a basic bitch who's a sucker for the typical storyline of a normal girl finding herself entangled with a group of monster slayers and doing tournaments to become one of them. (Is this why… I was instantly enthralled with the Infernal Devices??? Or why I love Demon Slayer—the anime—so much????? I am finding out new things about myself.)

But sure… the beginning isn't anything too different from traditional YA structures. But as you get going, and you continue down the road, you start to see new grounds being tread, and it deviates from anything I've personally read as a teen.

As usual, even though I loved this book, I'm going to do what I almost always do and explore the dichotomy of what I liked and didn't.

Spoilers abound.

Didn't like:

It was predictable… up to a point (and then I was GOBSMACKED but we'll get to that later). Like, I knew pretty quickly which characters were going to make it to Squires and which weren't. You could just tell from how the author treated certain Pages (the folks trying to be Squires) in a more favourable light. The nice ones win, the not-nice ones don't. I'd have liked more nuance in their characterisation, TBH.

Speaking of which, however, Bree's characterisation at the start was rough. Like, she'd do stupid shit and get in trouble and continue being irresponsible. I wasn't surprised Alice was mad at her, and I don't think that the trouble she faced stemmed solely from her race but rather her irresponsible behaviour (going off-campus when she already knows that's grounds for expulsion and she STILL gets mad when the dean, who decides to let her off, is churlish with her. Seriously?). That said, I am NOT Black, and I can't speak for the quotidian prejudices they face, so take my perception of it with a grain of salt. In any case, Bree changed and this was no longer an issue for me later on.

Nick. And his whole romance with Bree. Like, I really did NOT care. And Nick was pretty much a white boy-damsel in distress the entire story. Every time screen time was devoted to their romance, my eyes would glaze over and I'd start skimming all the kissing and stuff.

There were a lot of characters. Like, a lot. Too many. My brain was scrambling trying to remember and place everyone in their different roles. And aside from a few (bless William), they didn't have very distinct voices. Greer had, like, ZERO distinctive voice other than being non-binary, which should not be the only thing to define a character. Whitty was… nice, is all? Everyone kinda just melded in my brain, which is probably why none of the character deaths really hit me.

I'm not a huge fan of Chosen One tropes. But this does play on the trope in a VERY interesting way.

WHAT I LIKED (!!!!!!!!!!!):

The whole concept of Root and Bloodcraft. I LOVED how the author used magic to convey the colonisation of white men. The idea that Legendborns forcefully TAKE their power, while non-Bloodcraft users only borrow their power, speaks volumes to me. It was such a good way to portray real life.

Also??? The ending twist about Bree????? All along, I was convinced she was secretly the Scion of Lancelot, but I wasn't sure HOW, because all the knights are obviously white. And then the author pulls a fast one on me and she's actually fucking Arthur. The reasoning is so good. I loved how the White Man's own cruelty and their disgusting ownership of Black people led them to this predicament. I think THIS was the part that truly sold me on how terrific and unique this book was.

Characters-wise… William. Like, I adore the fuck out of him. In another world, in an even less conventional book, William would have been the hero for me. He's exactly my type with how calm and confident he was without needing to be overbearing about it. In fact, he was so gentle. (Makes me think of Jem Carstairs, but obviously Jem is THE published blueprint for types like this.)

Sel. Yes, I know I just talked about how I didn't like overbearing characters, and I initially went into this book expecting to hate him, but… :) I thought he was quite justified in his hatred / distrust towards Bree at first, knowing what he knew about how the mesmer and Oaths didn't take. I'll see if my opinion of him changes in the sequel.

I really, really liked how for once, King Arthur wasn't depicted as just some hero. He actually seemed almost villainous in this book, especially in the moments when Bree was possessed by him. What happened to her supposedly getting wisdom when she Awakened, though? This man does not sound wise at all. I am intrigued.

I am so glad I read this book. SO GLAD. I was down in the dumps for a bit and finally reading a good fantasy made me feel a thousand times better. I'm a bit nervous reading the sequel because some things often don't live up to their predecessor, so I shall see.

- 28 Feb 2024

#book review #legendborn #booktok #bree matthews #tracey deonn #bloodmarked #selwyn kane

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year

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Pt.2

Le Number 17

TW: Issues with parents ig?

Villain lets out a breath they didn't know they were holding as they pull into their driveway. They get out and fumble with their keys, fitting them into the lock as fast as humanely possible.

All they want to do is collapse on the couch, but they're currently covered in a disgusting mixture of blood, most of which is not their own and sweat. But more importantly, they don't live alone, and they can't risk being seen in costume, even if everyone's asleep right now.

Or they were supposed to be asleep.

Villain's mother is sitting on the couch and at the sound of them coming inside, she snaps her book shut.

As she walks forward and looks them all-over, her face slowly hardens into a picture of pure and unbridled fury. Villain's train of thought consists of nothing but an infinite amount of rather filthy expletives that they would probably be disowned for ever using. How did she recognise them, even with the domino mask on?

"So this is what you've been doing? This is where you've been getting your money from?" She gestures to their costume. And her tone is disappointed, repulsed even. No sign of concern at all. Villain doesn't understand why they feel a sharp pain in their chest because of it.

"Well, I uh, I was actually at this party, lost track of time, and sorta broke curfew. Costume party, won second place for accuracy," they lie through their teeth, nervously rubbing the back of their neck.

"Cut the crap! I've had doubts when I saw the news, and I've tried to convince myself it wasn't true. But of course, you never fail to impress me," she spits coldly.

They feel their cheeks burn, and their heart skips a million beats. But they keep their expression level as they rip off their mask. Which was ultimately a terrible decision, considering how exposed they currently felt. "Mum, I'm really tired, can I just go clean up and turn in for the night, and maybe we can discuss my alter ego in the morning? Or preferably not at all." They mutter that last part under their breath.

"Oh, you think it's that simple? To know that I've been raising one of this city's worst criminals. I thought you had a legitimate job!"

"And is legitimacy really important when we almost got kicked out of this place? We were going to sell the car, God, we didn't even know how we were going to eat." They try their hardest to keep their cool, but they can't help the fact that some irritation sneaks into their tone.

"You've always been such a goddamn disappointment, but this? It's just extreme."

Villain's breathing becomes quicker and shallower, and it feels like an invisible hand has a vice-like grip around their throat, slowly choking them. They've always been the 'yes ma'am' child, the one who never talks back, studying late into the night to get perfect grades, pushing themselves through sports practice and babysitting practically raising their younger siblings. But it was never enough, and finally their mother had managed to push them to their limits.

"So you know my little secret," they hiss, their voice becoming dangerously low, using the same tone that terrified some of this city's strongest heroes.

"And what are you going to do about it? Kick me out of the house that I pay the rent for? If you're so concerned about legality, maybe you should've tried finding a job. You know full-well that no 'legitimate' job a college student can get would pay for anything." They walk forward slowly, eyes narrow as slits and expression stone-cold.

She backs away from them slowly. "You-you're a monster!" she screams, slapping them hard on the cheek and storming out of the room.

The sting of the hot shower water on their fresh wounds doesn't hurt at all compared to the sharp ache in their heart. They've never been struck before, and sure, they're used to being their mother's dumping ground, till they were knee-deep in her crap. But the words they'd just heard felt worse than being shot. And they've actually experienced the pain to be able to boast such a comparison.

Wiping away furiously at their teary eyes, they dry themselves off, bandage their wounds and get dressed in their pajamas. They. Should. Not. Care.

As they step into their room, they find a figure perched on their window sill, reading one of their favourite books. Hero.

"Get out of my house," they snap, not bothering to ask how their nemesis got in, their exhaustion overpowering their survival instincts.

"Well that was rude," Hero muses, closing their book and smiling slightly. "But after what I've just heard, I can't really blame ya." They get off the window sill.

"Just go to he-"

"I know a thing or two about parents that are never satisfied, even if you bend over backwards for them." They let out a long-suffering sigh, and they suddenly age years in a matter of seconds. They're only a year or two older than Villain themselves though.

They sit down on the surprisingly soft carpet, resting their back against the wall and they motion for Villain to come over.

"What do you want?"

They gesture to their lap, and even when they cock a confused eyebrow, they're still adamant about it.

So, that's how they find themselves lying on their enemy's lap, with Hero's fingers in their hair, nails gently scratching their scalp. They follow up with working away the knots in Villain's sore neck and shoulders, the criminal relaxing completely under their touch.

Not much later, they pick up their sleeping nemesis's form and tuck them into bed. They feel their heart flutter at the sight of how peaceful they look.

If only someone had been there to give them the same treatment when they'd needed it most.

#prompt #hero x villain #somewhat fluffy #but not w/o some angst of course #a little long #female writers #writers on tumblr

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hellhound5925 · 8 months

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior* Bad Batch Edition

Previous Chapter

Getting Out

I wake with a startle and sit up looking around the room. Shaking my head I try to clear my thoughts. I clutch my chest realizing my heart is pounding and I can't breath. A small voice comes from next to me "Raven? You need to breath." The look of concern on Omega's face is enough to shake me to the core "we...need..." I get out between breaths. "I know...we need to get out of here now..." she finishes my thought.

Having hardly collected myself, I get up and head towards the door. "Where are you going?" Placing both hands on he door frame to steady myself, I finally am able to catch my breath "Crosshair." Glancing over my shoulder, she's right behind me with a look of determination on her face "I'm going with you." I don't bother to argue because time is of the essence at this point.

The two of us head down the hall towards where I know Crosshair will be. "What happened to you in there? When you came back you were rambling about Hunter....about not giving them up" Omega suddenly asks. My brain is still in a weird haze and I swear I can still hear Hunter calling for me, "Hemlock....he..drugged me..." I shake my head again hoping to clear my thoughts but become dizzy. Grabbing onto the wall to steady myself I hear a familiar voice "You look like Osik (shit)."

Glancing up, theres a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at me. "And who is this?" "I'm Omega. Who are you?" "Omega...huh it's nice to meet you. They call me Blue." I cut off the introduction "We need your help....getting out." His eyes widen and he glances around "That's a bold statement to make don't you think." Shaking my head, I immediately chose my eyes feeling dizzy again. "Crosshair....more of us than them..." Blue doesn't waste another second and loops an arm around my back to support me. "You Mandalorians really are crazy but I'm in."

He helps me the rest of the way down the hall, through the doors, and over to where Crosshair is sitting. Omega immediately races over and begins pegging him with questions. "No time....catch up later..." I say to her and she nods. "What happened to you?" He asks playing with the toothpick in his mouth. "Hemlock....we need to get out....now." Crosshair eyes me, and then Blue. "What's he doing here?" "He's going to help" Omega chimes in and I nod. "We can out number them. Besides, shes in no condition to fight" Blue says gesturing to me.

"I'll be fine" I snap, starting to feel like I can make more coherent thoughts. "He's after Hunter and the others...I guess they are becoming an issue for the Empire." Crosshair smirks, "Alright. We make our way to the armory and from there to the shuttles." Blue nods, "I can gather some of the others. Once the rest realize whats happening they will likely join." I nod my agreement, "this needs to happen sooner rather than later. Omega, do you think Doctor Emerie would be able to help us?"

Omega thinks for a moment before responding "Mmm, I'm not sure. Hemlock has been breathing down her neck lately. I can try talking to her though." I nod "Great, we will grab you on our way past the labs." Blue chimes in, "lets meet back here in about 2 hours. By that time I should be able to get enough of the others on board." I can't help but smile, "Vor entye (Thank you), Blue. The sooner we get to the shuttles the sooner we are free." He nods and smiles at me before we each go our separate ways to prepare.

Heading back to our room, I search for anything that could be of help to us on our way out. Which I have to be honest wasn't much. Osik (shit)...we'll have to hope theres supplies on the shuttle. Stuffing a few ration bars into my pocket, I continue my search for a little while longer.

Just before I'm about to head out the door I start getting a headache and hear whispers but one voice in particular sticks out.

"I'm glad you chose to stay." The memory hits me like a freight train. The night back at CID's parlor when they decided I could stay with them....Hunter....the man I fell so hard so fast for, letting me in to his world.

Shaking my head I pull myself out of my thoughts - must be I'm still feeling the side effects of whatever they Hemlock drugged me with. Pushing through the memory, that was so happy at the time but now feels like a blade to me gut, I head off down the hall to meet the others.

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I find myself sitting at the table alone - where is everyone? - I realize my leg is bouncing and try to stop myself. Suddenly the sound of the doors opening grabs my attention and I whip around. Crosshair and Blue make their way over to me. "I was starting to worry." Blue smirks "we're all set, theres a group of clones outside waiting for the go ahead." Crosshair nods at me "ready when you are." My newfound determination giving me a high I needed, "Let's do this" I say as a smirk makes it away across my lips.

Together, the three of us head out the doors into the hall. The clones Blue mentioned are waiting and he signals to them. 4 of them rush down the hall, tacking the two guards at the door way. "Go! Go! Oya! Oya!" He shouts at the others, who storm through the doors and run to the lift. Picking up the blasters from the now unconscious guards, I toss one over to Crosshair "Get to the armory, I'll meet you there with Omega." He nods and heads through the doors.

Looking over at Blue, "I've got your back boss" he nods at me. I laugh and shake my head "I'm not your boss." He winks and salutes me before opening the door and holding it for me. Heading through I immediately notice the long hallway of doors with windows. "Alright she's gotta be in one of these ro—" I stop when I see Crosshair at the end of the hall staring through one of the doors. Blue voices his opinion, reading my thoughts "That can't be good."

Just then an alarm starts blaring, notifying the whole facility to our actions. The lift doors open and a dozen storm troopers file out. "Crosshair! Look out!" Spinning on his heel to face the troopers, he shoots at them with effortless precision I've never seen in any one person. Being the other only person in the room with a blaster, I help take out the remaining troopers. "Go, I'll find Omega" I yell over my shoulder to Blue who takes off after Crosshair.

I run back and forth between the doors, looking through each of the windows in hopes of finding Omega. After looking through half a dozen of them, I stop a the sight of Doctor Emerie. Flinging the door open, I head inside and she doesn't seem surprised to see me. "Where's Omega?" I point my blaster at her immediately assuming the worse. She raises her hands up in surrender "I sent her down the hall, to help a friend." I narrow my eyes at her not fully believing her story. "Let me get that tracker off you, so you can get away." She slowly moves towards me and I lower my blaster.

"Who is Omega helping?" My lack of patience dripping from my words as she undoes the tracker from my ankle. "CC-9902, you guys call him Tech." My heart drops into my stomach and my blood begins to boil with anger. I raise the blaster aiming it in her face. "Don't fuck with me...I watched him die..." Doctor Emerie shakes her head, "One of our patrols found him. He was still alive so we brought him here. He's just down the hall, room—"

Before she can finish, I race out the doors and down the hall. Blue is standing outside one of the doors eyeing me. Cautiously I look through the window and sure enough Tech is laying in the bed just through the doors. My heart is pounding in my chest, tears well up in my eyes as I push the doors open entering the room. Omega is as his bed side along with Crosshair. "Raven! Tech's alive but he's in a coma." I feel like I'm frozen in place, replaying the events of that day in vivid detail. Blue pops his head in the door "Guys we need to get going now!"

"Not without him" Crosshair snaps. Coming back to reality, I start barking orders "Omega get him unhooked." She immediately gets to work unplugging the machines, "Emerie said he's stable but she's not sure when or if he will wake up." I start digging through the supply closets in the room and find a bag, stuffing medical supplies into it. Blue goes to pick up Tech but Crosshair stops him "I've got him." I look over my shoulder and see the stare down happening, the air getting more and more tense.

"Blue, gather some of the clones. We are going to need an escort" I try breaking the tension. Blue nods at me and reaches a hand towards Crosshair. Handing the blaster to Blue, he picks up Tech, tossing him over his shoulder. Blue heads out the doors before us. I turn to Crosshair placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "When we get out of here, we get somewhere safe and check on Tech." Glancing back at Omega, she nods her agreement. The three of us head out into the hallway.

We make our way to the lift which is now been taken over by some of the other clones. Blue instructs them to get us to the armory.

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Reaching the armory was very easy considering a majority of the clones had cleared the way for us. As we enter, Crosshair lays Tech on one of the tables before searching for gear. I stop and take a moment to process the events of the day, my head pounding. A comforting hand falls on my shoulder and I glance over to see Blue with a concerned look on his face. "I'm alright I swear" I reassure him. He nods and joins Crosshair in digging through weapons.

The chaos in the room is suddenly drowned out by the throbbing in my left temple. Squeezing my eyes shut, I reach my left hand to my head and use my right one to steady myself on the table. Pushing through, I open my eyes and give the room a once over to see if there is anything of use to me. Opting to protect the vital parts, I grab a storm trooper chest and back plate, attaching them to me.

"Here." I look over my shoulder and find Crosshair handing me a blaster. Giving him a small smile and nod, I take it before heading for the door. Crosshair, Omega, Blue, and a small handful of clones are behind me, I stop and spin around. "Look, this is going to be the hardest fight yet....I hope to see you all on the other side." A clone I've not had the pleasure of meeting comes forward "Ma'am, we survived the Clone Wars and the Empire so far. We can survive this too." Tears begin to pool in the corners of my eyes but I pull myself together and nod, "To the shuttles then."

The group of us runs through the currently empty hallways back to the lift that takes us to the landing pad. Before the doors even open, blaster fire can be heard and the smell of it in the air. Taking a deep breath, I steady myself before nodding to the clone to open the doors. He nods back and the doors slide open revealing the long rows of shuttles but what catches my attention are the bodies.

Piling off the lift behind cover, a clone hollers out of no where, "Blue! We are taking heavy casualties!" I immediately scan the landing pad for anything to help. My eyes land on a few gunships tucked between the rows of shuttles. "There!" Blue follows the direction I'm pointing. "If you can get some men to those gunships, they can use the cannons to push them back!" He nods and gives orders to a group of clones.

I glance over to make sure Omega and Crosshair are near me. "Alright. We get Tech to a shuttle and worry about the rest once we are in hyperspace." Crosshair nods but Omega looks scared. Placing a hand on her shoulder I get down on her level to try to comfort her "We'll get through this together. I need you're help, Crosshair has to carry Tech so I need you to watch our back, okay Om'ika?" Omega straightens up and puffs out her chest "let's do this."

Agreeing to get to the closet shuttle possible, Blue hands me a comlink "Here. I'm going for a gunship. Stay in contact." I take the com, stuffing it into the pocket of my pants "V'ore (thanks)." Breaking cover, Omega and I take out a few troopers who fire at us. Crosshair makes it the shuttle and lowers the ramp before climbing on. "Omega go!" I yell as storm troopers begin pouring in from Maker knows where. "I'm not leaving you alone out here!" She sasses back.

Sighing, I grab the com link out of my pocket "Blue, Blue come in. It's Raven. We need some cover fire!" There a pause for a moment while we wait for a response. The link comes alive with a breathy voice and blaster fire in the back ground "On it. I just need a minute." Omega and I exchange a look and theres a few moments of silence, as we continue to keep the storm troopers back.

A sudden explosion causes us to duck back behind our cover. "Alright should be all clear" Blue's voice comes from my pocket. Peaking over the crates, I see that for the time being we are clear. "Get to the shuttle" I holler at Omega. She immediately does as shes told and takes off up the ramp of the shuttle with me hot on her heels.

"Crosshair! Get us in the air! Omega, with Tech!" Reaching the top of the ramp I quickly close it behind me. The shuttles takes off and I made my way towards the cockpit. "Raven....we have a problem" Crosshair sounds worried. That can't be good. Looking at the control panel of the ship I can see that something's got a lock on our shuttle. "Osik (Shit)" I mutter under my breath, pulling out the com link to comm Blue.

"Blue, Raven again. Something got a lock on us, can you shoot it down?"

"Working on it!"

We watch as a gunship being piloted by likely him zooms over head. Racing to the back I drop the ramp enough so that I can see and shoot if need be. I'm horrified by the sight in front of me. Three ships against one, there's no way that ends well. the gunships who I'm assuming is Blue, takes out one of the ships, creating a fireball. One ship is behind him still and the other firing at us.

The shuttle moves in a sudden violent maneuver to avoid the bolts. "Keep it steady!" I yell, trying to balance myself. Taking a few shots at the ship still perusing us, unfortunately I miss.

"Raven..." My stomach drops at his tone is a more somber one. "I’ve got 2 more gunships on approach. We can’t fight them all! You need to get out of here!”

“We aren’t leaving you!”

“You gave us clones a chance we didn't think we were going get...I'm going to repay you for that by making sure you get out of here..."

A lump forms in my throat and tears threaten to fall. This life was never fair to them.

Wiping the tears from my eyes I watch as Blue's ship takes out the one in front of him, with two more ships come into view.

“Crosshair, Get us into space and get ready to make the jump!”

As our shuttle suddenly changes angle, I hold on to the cargo net with one hand and try shooting out the back to help Blue but to no avail. He takes out another ship before taking fire from one of the others. “Osik (shit)…cannons are down” me mumbles under his breath, but still loud enough his com picks it up.

In a single maneuver, he turns his ship 180 degrees so he’s facing the others head on before engaging full thrusters and hitting the first one causing the one behind it to also crash. The three ships go up in a fireball that grows smaller and smaller as the ramp closes.

Turning around to head towards the cockpit, I see Omega standing there as if she watched the whole thing. Both of us stand there in silence staring at one another. The shuttle jolts like we are entering hyperspace.

Next Chapter (stay tuned)

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windalchemist001 · 7 months

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It was a normal day, or what had become routine in my life. I was walking. Just wishing to go home, but since I needed to work I was still making the trek I didn't want to do.

Sighing I longed for the comfort of home. Though thankfully today was my Friday. Not actually Friday since I worked days differently than the normal Monday though Friday. So I was working while people were out partying. Which honestly wasn't a bad thing as long as I was concerned.

Shifting slightly I adjusted myself since all the stuff I had was rather bothersome. But hey I had to take two busses and walk twenty to thirty minutes to work so I needed a lot of things. Like my music I needed that because my anti social self needs to drown out the world.

Speaking of music I should make sure that I charged the other headphones since I had to switch them for one of the other three pairs I carried on me when I went to work.

Taking a deep breath or rather as best as i could given the fact i was walking up a slope. Not that it matter as I turn and was now on the area of the bridge that wasn't held up by anything but the structure before and after its arch.

A bridge so high that it had to be three or more stories high. That cars were the size of a pillow well more like the ones they use for watches, since they weren't the normal ones. Still high up for someone who wasn't even five feet.

Sighing I mental threw away the conversation I was having in my head and rather begin thinking of something else not wanting to get distracted on the the story of the things I wanted to write which I might not actually do because writing was a pain from time to time.

The music playing in my ears helping fuel my ideas as my feet kept moving since I still knew I couldn't avoid work. But even with my mind lost in music and the muses of an unwritten story, that still didn't stop the sudden feeling of dread that hit me and than the sounds of a loud sound. A sound that shook me to the very core and resnated though out my body.

And the ground or rather metal and concrete beneath my feet shook causing me to stumble and I tried to widen my stance in order to try and stay up. Fear was being to form along with confusion worry, a voice in my head spoke and I attempted to run, hoping to get off only a few steps before the world around me slipped and I knew I wasn't the only one falling, but so was the bridge.

I closed my eyes and held out my hands, fearing for my life. A let out a small prey and begged to not die, ironic given my usual thoughts.

But as I fell and prey I felt as if the world slowed down and unlike the muffled voice this time the voice was more clear, and yes for some reason I couldn't understand it but felt like it soothen me. And than another voice spoke for what felt like a moment just before I hit the ground.

While it wasn't on the forefront of my mind somewhere in the back of my head i noted it wasn't painful like it would have been had I landed on concrete, rather it stung like a smooth surface.

Though I wasn't really able to think to much on the issue since with the shift of body weight I would be hit in the back of the head with my backpack. And my eyes would be filled with darkness.

A deep concern since just moments ago it had been extremely bright, nothing unusual for late summer/early fall time.. while the sun it self was still in the eastern side of the sky with only a few whisp of clouds that did nothing for shade as the bright blue sky stretch on for miles upon miles. That even on ground one can see into the heart of the city from the suburbs with no real blockage.

And yet none of that was what was going on now. Rather I could hear the sound of voices as I attempted to see though dark lenses of my sun glasses that didn't help with with such low lighting and the flickers of fire i could see.

I than heard someone speaking closer to me and I turn to see the figure though I had to strain my eyes to see them. Than begin talking about who knows what and I looked around more as they kept talking i straining my eyes and I could see the dark blobs of humanoid shapes.

With everything I've read and watched i already knew what this was. And thus glad I didn't fully lose everything I had in my hands, yeeted my lunch bag straight at the man's face or where I can see what was meant to be his face and took off running.

From what little light I can make out I could figure out where the door was and ran though the door way as I ran I felt the sunglasses slipping and reached up to grab them holding tightly to them as my vision got brighter but also blurry with the lack of corrective lenses. Something ill fix the moment I got a moment to breath. And maybe dump the backpack which was also a hinders to my fleeing for my life.

How I ended up in the middle of a cult group, who knows. What I did know is that I needed help and I wanted my mom at the moment. Adrenaline being the biggest help as I ran to keep me forward, all the while it seemed that i remember how to breath as I ran, something I normally forgotten how to do. Not that I was thinking about it, since my mind was more focused on escaping and finding a place to ditch my backpack and get my phone out of it.

But who would have thought this unknown to me was an odd beginning to my new life here in this odd place so far from home.

#winds art #my art #no beta we die like men #twistober2023 #day 01

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taehyungfirst · 6 months

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Sorry for the rant, feel free to ignore.

I love bts and I love all the members and I always have. But I can’t lie and say it’s not majorly disappointing when songs/works that seem like they least deserve it, end up with the awards or the records (though I’ve never personally cared for records much, awards are what’s actually important aside from the actual music of course, but kpop fabdoms are obsessed with records and numbers so it’s easy to fall into that)

Like I remember feeling it most strongly with dynamite. Sure it’s a fun song to listen and dance to, but it being the first bts song to be nominated for the Grammys? And it being their first song to land a #1 on the hot 100?

And I understand popularity, and success in the US specifically plays a role in this but that’s kind of my point.

The songs they quite literally poured their blood sweat and tears and that we can literally hear and feel every emotion from them will never achieve the kind of things songs like dynamite or butter do. And what’s worse, is that bts become recognized for those songs. And the reason for it is quite literally because of how close minded a lot of people in America are.

I feel like an anti for saying this, and that’s because of my disappointment and also due to the fandom calling anyone who thinks this way an anti, but it does get pretty frustrating especially when the fandom acts like certain songs are giant masterpieces when actual masterpieces made by bts exist.

I always tell myself it’s not that deep and who cares which songs are more successful because in the end, it doesn’t change who they are and what they do but then shit like bang od saying “we’re gonna focus on America” or whatever happens and it’s like “are you fucking kidding me?”

And it’s not that I have anything against jk (he’s literally in ny bias line and I’d feel the same way if it was any other member) but the idea of his most popular and successful work all being tied to that fucking man and those being the most successful soloist songs are so frustrating for me and they shouldn’t be but they are.

Like I love all of jk’s other music and he has one of the most beautiful voices I’ve ever heard, but it’s not those songs that are ever gonna get a lot of attention. It’s the ones he chose in America and the ones he’s tried on different people’s style rather than his own (since he’s still trying to figure out his, he’s said)

And that’s his choice and everything and as a fan I should respect that but it’s like…he has so much more potential than just being another basic American pop singer though that seems to be what he wants. It shouldn’t bother me but it does and I hate that, because who cares? He’s happy and it’s not like it’s bad music, so there shouldn’t be an issue. (But the kind of disappointment still lingers, and it hasn’t stopped since dynamite ngl. Like since dynamite a lot if things have happened with bts and now with their solo projects and if I’m being 100% honest, I saw that coming way back in 2021.)

Also here’s where I know I sound like an anti but it feels unfair that this English American produced and written by big names album will be compared with the other members’ solos by literally everyone.

Like they’re not on the same level at all in terms of promotion, and in terms of the target audience, but this fact will be ignored by everyone except for bitter antis but then those guys will focus on trying to prove “jungkook actually secretly sucks” (which is bs because he is insanely talented and he puts in so much effort into everything he does ) instead of the simple fact that “an album like golden is completely separate in every way from albums like jitb,indigo, face, d-day, and layover (and what ever Jin’s gonna come up with when he gets back)”

Idk maybe I am being one of those bitter people because I tend to be rapline biased (and v biased when it comes to vocal line) but I just don’t see it as a fair comparison.

The biggest music industry in the world is America and golden is made for America and American charts and American audience. Comparing it with albums not really made or advertised much outside of Korea/the Asian market doesn’t seem right.

And the thing is, Jungkook’s album would probably be one of the most successful even if it wasn’t mostly American or wasn’t targeting a western audience. The difference is that I wouldn’t have felt this way because yeah he deserves the success and it would be on the same level as the others.

But here, it feels weird. Because it’s not. Not pointing it out feels like anti behaviour, but also not saying so I don’t get criticized and hated feels like it’s a bit of a cult (if that makes sense)

I know I shouldn’t take this seriously and it’s usually easy for me to not get bothered and remind myself kpop isn’t worth all that, but sometimes things do get frustrating.

ESPECIALLY when you learn about all the sabotage certain members got from certain people/areas that other members did not.

Because several members did face sabotage or did unfortunately not receive the fandom’s full and proper attention or care and that too plays a major part in how the albums succeed, and also in how bothered I get.

Because nothing about this equal.

At the end of the day, all 7 of them are successful as a group and as soloists and they all deserve all the success and appreciation so there’s that I guess

Hi anon! First of all, sorry for the late reply, I was trying to let Jungkook’s album marinate a bit so I could clear my head about it too.

I wanna start saying that it IS unfortunate that most of BTS masterpieces will never get the treatment that the english trilogy got, and it pains me because their korean songs and lyrics are some of the most beautiful pieces we could get, but as you said, Americans— or better, the western industry is still full of prejudices and xenophobia, a korean song will never have the chance to shine like a full english one because the western industry doesn’t put them on the same level. And it’s awful, really. (Even though I liked Dynamite but that’s because it was a happy song that those times needed)

I don’t think it makes you an anti saying that, I don’t think it makes you an anti having a different opinion from the fandom (I’m a tae biased, I have lots of diff opinions and the fandom hates me for all of them ahaha), I didn’t care about charts either but ironically because of the success of the english trilogy, BangPd /Hybe had a Eureka moment and since that moment they tried to recreate that success in every way they could, with every group they could.

Regarding Jungkook, he told us he wanted to try different genres and wanted to become someone who could do multiple different things, I think he kinda succeeded in it with Golden (I say kinda because at the end of the day, he didn’t really try different genres but just pop and pop sub-genres), to be honest I thought he achieved that with Seven already, which was/is a smash hit, and because seven happened scooter obsession started, Bang pd money hungry ass got interested, and here we are. I do think Jungkook likes Golden, I don’t think that’s the best he can do, I don’t want him to think that if one day he’s gonna release a self-written album he should expect a different reaction/support for it, because western support is not the most important (i mean, look at Layover) and the US market is not the only big market in the industry (Asia markets are very big too)…

Because the fandom became very chart driven you will always see those kind of comparisons, even though they are unfair because it’s not the same promo, not the same company support, not the same radio push, versions, remixes, etc etc etc… So I’d say to ignore people who compare stuff like that, at the end of the day it’s just wasted energy and akgaes got lots of free time. But yeah, I hope one day the other members will have a smooth release day like Golden, without sabotage :)

#feel free to rant whenever you want #sorry for the late reply and for the rant #bts #ask #i’m not gonna reread what i wrote sorry

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rosehearrt · 1 year

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cont. from x.

“W-Well I certainly do know that…!”

Rushing to correct himself, Riddle shook his had rapidly, hands up and waving back and forth along with it to banish the notion. Vil-senpai didn’t use weaponry, and he was one of the most powerful and capable people that Riddle knew - and certainly not one to ever have an issue with his voice being heard. Epel, too, tended to draw attention when he wanted it - and when it wasn’t given freely, he demanded it until it was. And then there was Rook-senpai…

Pressing his lips together, Riddle breathed in deeply in an attempt to calm his quickly flustering self. His upperclassman didn’t sound upset, but he didn’t want him to think that there was any possibility he looked down on them regardless. After his Overblot…there were things he was starting to become more aware of, things such as how to pick out pieces of others that he admired in everyone in his academic sphere. Vil-senpai and Rook-senpai had existed as objects of that admiration since long before, of course, but now there were more people beginning to join that once-small group they were a part of in Riddle’s mind.

Even the underclassmen. Though he’d be caught dead before telling Ace such a thing. It would only inflate his ego, no doubt.

“…I cannot use weaponry myself. Aside from poor upper body strength, I’m afraid my affinity for magic and my prodigal nature in academics is all I have to offer.”

For a moment, he averted his gaze, instead moving his hand slightly to run a finger across the fletching of an arrow sticking out of the bag set down in front of them…though he was sure to listen closely regardless. “Vous avez beaucoup de talent.” You’re quite talented. “Votre travail acharné a porté ses fruits.” Your hard work has paid off.

It was nice to be able to brush up on his linguistics with another who was fluent; he was particularly fond of the french language and the way his tongue rolled to form the words as well.

And it was also a good way to lighten the mood…he’d become aware of more than just things having to with admiration recently, after all…specifically, what a considerable percentage of the school seemed to feel about him, and the ways in which he was viewed by the majority of the students in his dorm. He knew all he’d done couldn’t be undone so quickly, but…he was trying to improve. And things like bringing negativity to interactions, being too uptight, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time in the wrong way…he wanted to fix it all.

A compliment was always a good way to start, he’d learned, though perhaps his senpai would find it nice that it was said in his native tongue as well.

“I see it.”

Of course, once he was asked a question himself, Riddle perked up at once to send a quick reply, focusing intently on what’d previously been one of many things he’d quickly calculated and picked up on concerning their surroundings and the other’s actions.

“…You’re merciful.”

A slight tilt of his head, and then Riddle reached up to tug a few strands of vibrant hair behind his ear, his focus moving once more to Rook-senpai, rather than his arrow. Lips tinted pink parted as he did so; considering.

“I knew you were kind, Senpai, patient as well, for I have watched you in your treatment of your peers, and of your underclassmen, myself included. And you are friendly, even to those who disapprove of your nature and say severe things concerning it. But it seems I have indeed misunderstood the depths of your goodness.”

What must it be like, to move through life in such a way? Riddle didn’t know if he could ever possibly manage to present himself quite as vulnerably.

“…Is it difficult? To maintain those qualities?”

#villainouscharm #v. & ˗ˏˋ UNKNOWN ˎˊ˗ ─ 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺; 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 .#WE LOVE U ROOK SENPAI C RIES #THIS IS THE ROOK SENPAI FAN CLUB

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purrincess-chat · 10 months

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Hey Cat! Did you like the new episode?

Okay, I finally watched both Revolution and Representation, and I can say off the bat, Revolution was the stronger of the two.

Obligatory spoiler warning if you're not caught up on ML.

An issue ML has always had is pacing, and I feel like Representation was very info-dumpy at times. Honestly some of that info should have been told in earlier seasons rather than all at once like that, plus it was a weird choice to go with the whole theater performance for that exposition imo, but eh.

Revolution was really good though in my opinion. I like how this season has been all about time or the lack there of. Gabriel is running out of time so he is taking bigger and bolder actions because he's getting desperate to accomplish his goal. On the other hand, Adrien and Marinette have been taking their relationship slow because they thought they had more time, but Gabriel's fuck up is becoming their problem too. There are a lot of moving parts this season for better and worse.

I loved seeing Adrien trying to communicate with Marinette but as always his father was in the way (indirectly this time through Chloe but still). I loved their kiss scene. You could say I'm a fan of big dramatic gut punching kisses like that as I've written one myself for them before. I love that Nathalie and Gorilla ship Adrinette (Gorilla tearing up after pulling them apart in the end that's adriens real dad yall!). Adrien trying to open the car door hurt my heart so much.

Then the whole Ladybug and Chat Noir growing up part. 💘 That was a top knuckle touch moment. I kind of wish it had come during a bigger battle like a season finale or some such, but it was still a touching moment with the citizens of Paris rising up to fight for them.

I also loved Marinette throwing Chloe's shit right back at her in the end. I know Chloe is young and deserves more redemption than Gabriel fucking lock my son in a padded cell because he won't break up with his girlfriend and I'm an adult psychopath Agreste, but at the same time, it's vindicating to see her lose everything. I've always thought that in order for Chloe to change she needed real consequences to her actions, and while I'm not holding my breath for a Chloe redemption, this is definitely going to do something to her for better or worse.

Representation was the weaker of the two imo. It just felt very disjointed and anticlimactic. I know it's setting up the finale, but it was kind of boring imo. The best part was Chat Noir fighting Gabriel and screaming his feelings at him. It's rare that Adrien gets to cutloose and speak his mind, especially to his father, so I did enjoy him telling his dad to get fucked. And how even when his whole world is falling apart, he still left his lady a cute voice-mail.

I am so OOOOOOO at the almost reveal. We could've had it alllllllllll. If he had stayed for 2 more seconds!! They were right there!! I hate them so much! I love them, but AHHHHH 😤

I did also like that Nino wore Marinette's crown the whole episode 😂 It wasn't much but it made me laugh.

Idk how I feel about Kagami and Felix knowing Marinette's identity, but I'm guessing since the finale is next and this is the end of the Agreste arc it likely won't matter much.

Idk. Overall, this season has been better than other ones as far as getting things moving and actually delving into the plot, which is interesting, but at the same time, I think they rushed a lot of things the past couple seasons. Again, pacing is a huge issue with this show, and I think if they just adjusted the sequence of events and spread some of the plot out more it would be a great show. I would have loved for Felix to be fleshed out more prior to Feligami happening. Senti theory should have been confirmed in s3, and we should have gotten that backstory back then. Or at least sprinkled throughout s4.

Curious for the finale. I'll be ranking the s5 episodes as well as adding them to my overall episode ranking after the finale airs and giving my final thoughts about the show as a whole up to this point. After that, I think I'm gonna take a bit of a break from ML. I'm going to visit my sister in a few weeks to see Taylor Swift (!!!) So, maybe I'll be back in August. I do also have a Zelink fic swirling around in my brain, so I might dive into that too. Idk I haven't written in like 6-7 months. I've been slow roasting some ideas though. I'm not completely abandoning ML, I promise! I will definitely stick around through at least mid s6 as far as keeping up with episodes, then depending on how s6 is going with the new writers will determine if I stay longer term. If I did drop off from watching canon tho, I'd likely still write fic for a while. I do love the kiddos and have lots of ideas left for them. You're not all rid of me yet.

Anyway, see you on the other side of the finale, lads. Godspeed.

#cat replies #asks #ml spoilers #ml revolution #ml representation

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cleverthylacine · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

(and yes this is absolutely influenced by the discussion we’ve been having about robot ageing, I added some bits in this morning)

This is from Designs and Persuasions, fourth fic in the Voice of Stanix series and half of the third arc of that series.

I almost spoilered this, but then I realised that Jazz/Soundwave/Ravage is already in the tags for this fic so it’s already spoiled. It’s first person from Ravage’s POV in this section. (If you haven’t read Voice of Stanix, you should know that in this AU, Ravage and Laserbeak, Stalker and Buzzsaw, Stripes and Sundor, Glit and Squawktalk, Howlback and Garboil, and Pounce and Wingspan were a defunded pre-war military experiment that was sold off illegally rather than being destroyed, and spent the first ten years of thelr lives living as siblings and training together.

The cats and birds were designed to work as partners, and Ravage has never forgiven Stripes and Sundor for joining the Autobots and leaving to follow Orion Pax when he quit the Decepticon movement.)

“I shouldn’t say this,” said Jazz, and before I could tell him not to, if he knew that he shouldn’t, he said it: “Stripes never stopped caring for you. I believe that he still hasn’t. He got into fights with Steeljaw about it.”

“That’s crazy.” I sighed. “I still can’t believe he let the Autobots cassettify him, and that he hasn’t had it undone. Do you know how much better my rotten back feels now that my spine gets to unstretch itself half the time?”

“It was an arms race.” Jazz shrugged. “Soundwave didn’t tell me your back hurts all the time—”

“My chronic pain issues were not his first thought when you were in bed with both of us and the thing you were doing to him was amazing but would have hurt me,” I said, laughing. “But I’ll take it if it means we don’t have to talk about Stripes.”

“We should,” said Jazz. “I think he was in love with Blaster, actually.”

“You’re going to make me pity him. Stop,” I said.

“Ah, but you should. Blaster wouldn’t touch him. Or any of his others. He thinks it’s wrong, and that Soundwave is using you and that he whored you out to Megatron.” Jazz groaned. “Fuck. He hates me now too, I’m sure.”

“He’s always hated us,” I said, “so yeah, so probably. I know what Blaster thinks of us, and I don’t care. But I’m sorry he’s turning on you; the war isn’t over, it’s just gone cold. Sorry but really, he isn’t anyone’s friend.”

“He was Beachcomber’s friend,” said Jazz with a sigh, “and I know Soundwave regrets that. You don’t have to tell me.”

“Then don’t say things like that.” I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest. “Do you really love me, Jazz? More important, do you really love him?”

Jazz shrugged. “I don’t actually know what that means sometimes,” he said after a moment. “But I know I need Soundwave, and I care for him so much more than someone in my old position should ever have let myself care, and he is a part of you, and you are a part of him, and you are very, very beautiful, and kinder than you know.”

His smile went crooked. “And I think I do.”

“That’s fair,” I said, though I was still mad that he’d brought up Beachcomber, who was alive, and well; I didn’t mind that Blaster had been angry, I minded that he couldn’t take the win and give up on killing my conjunx, after three million years.

“You’re mad.”

“I’ll get over it.” I gave him a crooked, frustrated smile, and a long. slow, luxurious blink. “I know it’s hard for you right now. It’s never fun to find out what the people you thought were your friends are, not when you know you were wrong.”

Jazz shrugged. “Yeah.” He did not mention Megatron. He didn’t have to.

“I love what you did for Soundwave when I couldn’t be there. I love what you did for us both at great cost to yourself, and how much you’ve done to end this insanity. I want to know you better than I do, which would be easier if you would stop trying to hide who and what you are. And I love getting fucked by you. But I’m terrified of becoming a triad again, especially since a triad with us is always a little lopsided.”

Jazz laughed. “That’s fair, too. But please keep in mind that I want it lopsided. I don’t want to go where you go when you go there. Not with him or with anyone else. And I don’t want a spark-bond. I don’t like it when things are too heavy, and it doesn’t mean I feel any less, it’s just…”

“I know,” I said. “There’s a war on, even if it’s cold now. And these are immense vulnerabilities, even though I cherish them.”

#my fic #voice of stanix #ravwave #jazzravwave #jazz #ravage #soundwave #ravage/soundwave #ravage/soundwave/jazz #maccadam

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west-tokyo-incidents · 1 year

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Okay, I've done enough adulting today, time to write The Mother Fucker.

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Garion idly traced the head of his cane as he stared at the far horizon. The distant beating of massive wings was background noise to the faint buzz of summer bugs.

The little pocket of time interrupted nothing. A little slice of a room on the side of the mountain; two chairs, a rug, a small table with a meal on it, the faint oil shimmer surrounding the pocket to separate him from the timeline. And, of course, the eccentric man lounged in one of the chairs.

"What's on your mind, boss?"

The Administrator runs his tongue over his teeth at the sudden voice, but otherwise hardly reacts.

"You know I come here to have my thoughts to myself, rather than broadcast them."

A sigh.

It's a quiet existence in the Facility. One of constantly knowing what's happening next and being unsure of where your past is going. Being aware of all and yet conveniently ignorant. Time itself bending around and flushing in and out of itself.

And yet, while you nor I can comprehend living and working in a space like this, the Facility thrives. There are moments, brief flashes of linearly motion. Usually they take the form of memories replayed in one's mind or a flash of high emotion.

Death and age are irrelevant, but emotion and identity are not.

Which means one's thoughts are often known, especially if they have a habit of talking about them.

Garion waves his cane towards the chair adjacent to him before reaching to take a small piece of meat off the plate beside him. The speaker circled the chair and hesitantly let themself down into it.

Garion didn't look at them, sticking the food in his mouth and chewing it slowly.

The silence stretched out for a few long moments. A bellow roars over the steep hillsides and echoes around. Blue-grey eyes angle up to watch the beast swoop down the side of the mountain and snatch a goat of some variety off a cliff.

He swallows.

"What do you think, Dove? About the Paradox timeline and its king?"

Finally, he angles his head to the side to look at the Service instance sat there. She makes a face.

"It's self-contained."

"It hijacked a whole other timeline."

"..." A sigh, "By our own standards, yes. It's affected another timeline in a way not a consequence of that timeline itself--"

"It's literally got the entire timeline held hostage."

"...If we try and contain the king, it's likely he'll only be worse."

Silence stretches out again. The beast, the dragon, gnaws away at its prey in the distance.

"And if he gets worse anyway? If we do nothing and he gets stronger? If he becomes a second World-Eater?"

"We dealt with the World-Eater, Admin."

"Not well."

"We learn from our mistakes."

A huff.

"...At the end of the day, Admin, we listen to your decision. We preemptively piss him off, or we prepare and observe."

Garion puts another bite in his mouth.

"..." Blue eyes watch his jaw move as he chews, "We learned from the World-Eater. If we prepare, the king won't be an issue for very long if he does get worse. We eliminated the World-Eater. We'll deal with whatever this Vice instance throws at us. Right now, he's content. He's got his dolls to play with."

"Go back to the Facility, Dove. I'll be back soon."

"...Yes, sir."

Garion holds up a grape to offer it as she gets up. She laughs softly and takes it before walking back around the chairs and disappearing.

Garion leans back again and watches the dragon swallow the last of the goat and shake its scales out.

#The Facility #Cosmic King au #garion dubois

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capsensislagamoprh · 2 years

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Follow me down the rabbit hole on another ADHD hyper fixation fueled tale of dollies and wardrobes. Or whatever. (ominous voice from the other room) IGNORE THE DOLL STAND!

“There you are!” Lillianna cried as Aari found her way into the under ground lab of the wizard Dhampir.

“What are you doing here?” Aari asked her.

“Sidney,” Lillianna explained. “I think her magic went wyld again.”

“Ah,” Aari nodded. “That explains so much.”

Lillianna agreed with a small smile. “I called you because you’re the best tracker, and I didn’t know where I was, but while I was waiting, I encountered another issue.”

“Another?” Aari asked, perplexed.

“Yes,” Lillianna said, directing her friend’s gaze to the sitting aria. “I don’t know what happened. I was just sitting there, thinking to myself that I would like it if I had a change of clothes before I went outside when you got here, and...”

Aari looked over the piles of clothes over numerous surfaces, her brow raising in concern. “Oh wow...”

Bouncing forward with a crafter’s eye, Aari began to examine the pieces, looking at folds, fabrics, details, muttering to herself all the while.

“Anyway,” Lillianna said, focusing the pooka’s attention. “They just keep appearing. If you hadn’t shown up when you did, I may have been drowned in a see of clothes. I don’t even know where they came from.”

“Okay, lets think about this. What were you doing - precisely - when this started happening?” Aari asked.

“Well, I was just sitting there, thinking that I’d have to have a talk with Sidney about her spelling when she sleeps, and waiting for you... Then I thought about wanting to be in something other than a night gown when you got here. Then this started happening,” Lillianna gestured to the piles of clothes, “and I didn’t know what to do!”

“Okay. That makes sence.”

“It does?” Lillianna asked, confused.

“Oh yes. This is a wizard’s den. It’s probably got unseen servants wandering about doing every day things, and some that trigger under specific circumstances. I think your thinking of a change of clothes triggered a lingering servant spell.”

“Oh... okay. Well, what do we do about it?” Lillianna asked in a small voice.

“We figure out its limits and conditions,” Aari grinned.

“I need you to clear your mind,” Aari instructed. “Think of pleasant things. Like mocha and warm croissant, fresh parsley, and a good race.”

“Oh,” Lillianna said, running her taloned fingers through her messy curls. “I guess a mocha would be nice.”

“Come on. Sit down,” Aari said as she pulled hair ties out of a pocket. “Let’s get you calm, and then we can work out the spell.”

The brushing was soothing, and having all that hair out of her face did help Lillianna relax. Aari could see her friend’s shoulders relax, her face become less pale, if that were possible. “Okay. I’m going to sit here, and you’re going to think of good things. Not things you wish would happen, or wish did happen, or what you can do about things. Just things you like in general. Bumble bees, flowers, the taste of grass in spring. Just generally good, calming things,” she instructed.

Lillianna didn’t know about eating spring grass. She supposed that was more of a pooka thing, but she did think about flowers, and summer air, and perhaps a few more secretive things. Getting up to pace, eyes closed, she felt lighter, more free. Smiling, she opened her eyes...

“I mean, it’s cute, but...” Aari said skeptically.

“But it’s not mine. I know. I don’t understand why this keeps happening,” Lillianna said with a fretful little choke. “They just keep showing up!”

“Okay, I think I have an idea. Try to clear your mind again. Think about wanting to change your clothes into something that’s yours. Let's see if that works,” Aari suggested.

Lillianna did, but the result, while quite nice, was rather... off.

“What are you thinking about?” Aari asked. “Summer, and sun, and - “ Her stomach growled.

“Food,” Aari added. “Which explained why you look like a watermelon. Stayed to late at the studio again, didn’t you? Skipped dinner, didn’t you?”

“Okay, yes! I’m worried about this upcoming ballet. I’ve never been so high up on the cast list before. I want to get this right!” Lillianna exclaimed. “Lilly...” Aari said, exasperated. “You can’t keep doing that. You live in a house full of magic users of all sorts. Magic calls to need. Try to focus past your hunger. Try again.”

“Well, I suppose honey dew is different than watermelon... but only just.”

“I’m just so hungry,” Lillianna sighed.

“I love a good fruit plate too, but you can’t focus on that right now. Tell yourself we’ll go get a great big brunch when this is all done, and see if that helps,” Aari suggested.

“Maybe...” Lillianna tried again.

“Okay, now you’re letting your frustration get the better of you,” Arri chided as she looked over the red and black concoction. Lillianna looked more like some sort of dark princess than a fairy tale one.

“I’m sorry,” Lillianna pouted. “I’m just so frustrated.”

“I understand,” Aari said comfortingly. “Magic can be hard for the scientific mind. But there is a balance. Just let all your emotions flow again until you find your mind empty again. When it is, try again.”

“Well, it’s progress,” Aari smiled, looking over the orange dress. “The colors suit you.”

“Controlling a grumbly tummy is harder than you think,” Lillianna fussed.

Arri laughed. “I never go hungry. I eat all the time. And skipping meals means you risk being distracted by your rumbles in the tumbles. So keep focusing, and when we’ve figured it out, we’ll have a great big brunch.”

“Now that sounds scrumptiously delightful!” Lillianna cheered.

“I said brunch, not high tea!” Aari teased as the blue and silver concoction Lillianna found herself in sparkled with jewels.

“This is a brunch dress,” Lillianna said. “But I see your point. Also, it’s not mined. It is lovely though.”

She couldn’t resist doing a twirl. The fabric was soft and flowed so well! She’d have to make a note for her next dance recital.

“Well, at least it’s getting closer to what you actually want,” Arri said, watching things sparkle and shine one the dress with fascination.

Lillianna tried again.

“I mean, it’s not bad, really. I’m not sure about the buckle, but I do like the colors. Very fun,” Aari commented.

“Black, white, red... I feel a little like-”

“A dark fairy tale princess?” Aari laughed. “Sometimes I wonder,” she smiled. “Come on, try again.”

“Tummy rumble?” Aari asked.

“Tummy rumble,” Lillianna agreed.

"It’s not the same as the last time. I think the spell is reaching its limits, or it’s getting better at knowing what you’d like,” Aari said.

“That’s good, right? If this wasn’t so frustrating, this would be so much fun!” Lillianna laughed.

“Okay, this is on me. I suddenly recalled the Día de los Muertos celibration we went to last year. I thought everything was so lovely. Sarah said she’d go with us again this year, and when I said party...”

“You thought of the last large event you went to. I get it. Girl, we need to get you out of that dance studio more. Día de los Muertos was last year!”

“Look, sugar skulls are delicious, okay!” Lillianna huffed with a pretty pout. “And I like the music.”

“Of course you do,” Aari chuckled. “Come on. Try again. The number of clothes keeps going down, so we must be closer to the spell limits.”

“Okay!” Aari smiled. “That’s more like something you’d wear every day. A line, simple. Colors that work with your tones. Very nice!”

“But not mine. We all know magic clothes have a time limit.”

“Not always, but I understand.”

“Am I going backwards?” Lillianna cried as the green and gold made another appearance.

“Hum.. I don’t think so. I think the spell heard what I said about your coloring, and tried to match your eyes. Besides, the design is new, so that’s positive.”

“Oh! Oh, Wow! I’m going to keep that design in mind! That’s very complicated pleating,” Aari exclaimed.

“I’m not sure it’s for me though. It’s a little... busy?” Lillianna said.

”I like the accents, and the belt is just darling, but it all blends in so much,” she sighed.

“Maybe,” Aari suggested, “but I still like the design, even if the colors are a bit... chaotic,” she teased. Lillianna was full of chaos. Showing that in the fabric meant they couldn’t be far from the edges of the spell.

“Um, Make it... Darker?” Lillianna said.

“I mean, it worked, but the cut if different too. I think the spell has a creative element that’s attuned to the asker. Since you’re so ... logically wild, it must be pulling from the flicker flash of images in your mind and mixing them up.

“So this is all random like?” Lillianna asked.

“Okay, I think I got it. I want to be wearing separates!” Lillianna chirped.

“You’re -”

“Hungry, yeah. I know,” Lillianna said dejectedly.

“You got two pieces though, so it is working. Try again.”

Aari chuckled. “Okay, still hungry, but at least your in your own top now. That’s something.”

Lillianna squealed in glee, then bit her lower lip to keep control. “Okay. Okay, I got this! I can do this!” She tried again.

“I’d wear it,” Aari said considering.

“I was thinking of particular piece of clothing I wanted,” Lillianna said. “Was I not thinking hard enough?”

“The spell isn’t created for you, so it can only read you generally, not specifically. You are defiantly making progress, though.”

“Longer. Higher waist. I mean, you're defiantly at the edge of the spell,” Aari said quietly.

Lillianna looked at it, glowering just a touch. “I’m going to figure this out!”

“Purple?” Lillianna said in despair.

“I think I figured it out. It’s a color based summon spell for clothing items!” Aari exclaimed.

“So it summoned a purple skirt instead of what I’m thinking about?”

“That’s what tipped me off,” Aari grinned.

“I’ve seen that before. It’s Leria’s. Rupert got it for her at that street festival we went to,” Aari explained. “So I think it’s reaching for things in your size, which means...”

“It’s reaching for Dela’s clothes because she’s our size?”

“Well, closest to it anyway. I really think you’re at the edge of the spell. The cloud poof feels less sparkly. Try again.”

“Green and gold. Okay, this has to be Dhampir’s spell. Probably to summon fresh clothes when the ones he’s wearing get messy with components.”

“Components?” Lillianna asked.

“Yeah. When you make a scroll, you still have to put the same stuff in it. Usually you grind the stuff up, infuse it into ink, and all that. It can be very messy. Try asking for work pants,” Aari said cheerfully.

“Oh my gosh, it worked!” Lillianna cheered. “Yay!” Aari added with a smile. “Only one problem left,” Lillianna sighed. “How do we get rid of all the shoes?” “Same way,” Aari grinned, elbowing her friend.

It took a while, but they did eventually get that brunch.

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