just focus on the ears

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The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye.

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

Truly want - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Truly want

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine Bill being jealous when you go out with another guy because he has feelings for you. What he doesn’t know is that the only reason you do it is to get over him to not ruin your friendship.

A/N: There’s lil bit of angst there but still, writing jealous Bill and flustered Bill is one of the best things in the world!

“I just- I still- I can’t-” he let a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand down his face.

“Yes?” you asked, trying to fight a giggle as you looked at his reflection in the mirror, still trying to get your earring to cooperate with you.

“I mean-” he licked his lips, trying to look indifferent but truth was he was very much interested and it showed at how he struggled to form the right words “Why would you want to go out with him again?” he finally breathed out.

“Why do you ask?” you asked back with a giggle and he seemed to stiffen for a moment.

“N-nothing.” he shook his head “Nothing it’s just, I’m curious. That’s all.”

“Curious or… a little bit jealous?” you asked with a smirk and his eyes widened.

“What?!” his voice came out high-pitched and you had to keep yourself from laughing at the moment “Of- of course I’m not! Why would I be?!”

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Vigil

Rating:Mature (I guess, closer to explicit without being explicit?)


Fighting the Galra and following distress beacons rarely leaves the Paladins with free days so when they have the opportunity, they take it relaxing to the fullest. There’s Coran who checks in on the ship’s status, Allura and Shiro finally stopped beating around the bush, They were somewhere making lovey dovey faces at each other and In one of the common rooms the rest of the Paladins gathered  trying to make heads and tales of a new game Lance had created. In the middle of his animated explanation something low in his stomach lurches stilling his movements. He was doing something, what was he doing? The room swims dizzily and,Why. Can’t. He . Just. Focus? Then there’s a buzzing in his ear.

“Lance, Lance!” “Huh?” he turns and the world tilts on its axis. “Lance are you ok?”  He frowns was he?  “I don’t- I don’t feel so well.”  he stands takes a step stumbling into Keith. “Lance what the hell?” Keith catches him a hand brushing against his neck and Lance’s legs buckle. Keith looks down at the Blue Paladin he’s surprised to see him staring wide eyed at him.

“Lance?” His breath quickens as his face heats. “Alpha.” The Alpha growls possessively his hand already coming to grip his neck. Lance feels his body go limp and his head falls back as he bares his neck. The beginnings of the sweet scent of slick floats through the air. From somewhere on his left Keith hears his name and another growl rumbles in his chest. The Omega in his arms squirms lazily pawing at his clothes. “Keith!” The realization that Lance was going into heat and he was only egging it on sobered him up. “I can’t” he gasps as he lets go of Lance forgetting that his legs had turned to Jelly.  Lance yelps, the rejection cutting deeper than the floor. Breathing hard he pushes off the ground. Keith already clear to the door leaves trying to forget the devastated look in Lance’s face.

Hunk places a steadying hand on Lance. “You ok?” Lance takes a moment to answer still slightly lost in the haze, and Keith’s scent clinging to his clothes aren’t helping. He was far from Ok but he wasn’t going to tell Hunk that.

He clears his throat “Yeah, I guess it’s just an off day,” he pats Hunk’s hand in thanks “I’m gonna go lie down maybe that’ll help”

The walk to his room has him insanely agitated not in the angry way but the way the leaves a bad taste in his mouth and the feeling of bugs crawling under his skin. Pair this up with the worst feeling of rejection and embarrassment you could muster and you had Lance.The action of  Keith pushing him away broke something in him. They’ve been on the way to dating still butting heads occasionally,but now he doesn’t know where they stand. It’s like all their connections have been severed. If he had actually paid attention to the Garrison’s Pack Behavior course, he would have realized it was essentially due to his status in their little pack.

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The Yule Ball (Gryffindor!Calum)

heaViLY requested

pairing: reader&Calum

warnings: a bit of heated action at the very end  ;)

word count: 6,190

Summary: second part to the triwizard tournament imagine I posted with gryffindor!calum a while ago, this time taking place at the Yule Ball. 

i suggest you read the first part before you dive into this one 




It’s been two weeks since you last saw Calum. Two weeks of little to no sleep, constant worrying and loss of points for your house because you just couldn’t focus in class. The only thing that is keeping you somehow sane are the letters you sometimes receive. It would be late at night when an owl would come, scratching at your window and delivering a messily scribbled tissue or a piece of paper ripped out of a textbook. It’s little messages, such as “Please come see me” or “My shoulder still hurts, but not as much as missing you does.” Sometimes they would be longer, if he had enough space to write, but he would mostly keep them short.

They weren’t daily letters, they came once every two or three days, but you still cherished them with all your heart. Although you hadn’t sent one back, simply because you had no idea what to say. What could you possibly say? That you’re worried? That you can’t sleep at night? That you try to keep yourself busy with books on top of books but those only make you more distracted? There are no words to describe what you truly feel. You have no idea what to say to him, sometimes you’re not even sure if you want him to come back from the hospital wing because that would mean explaining the reason you never went to visit him and the answer to that is: you simply couldn’t.

It’s weird, the whole situation, it’s just weird. What do an awkward Ravenclaw book nerd and a popular Gryffindor prefect have in common? Not much, most people would say. But the most important reason is, you don’t want to get too attached. That would mean that if he gets hurt, which he has already and most likely will again, you don’t want to suffer along with him. The pain of hurting yourself is pretty bad, but the one of seeing someone you care about hurting is a million times worse. You just wish you would have kept your distance, you would rather have the rude and cocky remarks back, than the emotional attachment.

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Suits: Part 2

“Some people don’t change… they just find new ways to lie.”

Genre: romance, mystery crime, thriller

Warning: Contains smut, violence, and tense situations in some chapters

Teaser  Part 1

You plopped down in your seat as soon as you saw the familiar manila folders stacked onto your desk. “Let’s see what we got here,” you whispered to yourself as you opened each one, getting excited just like opening presents on your birthday.

And just as you did, you found the case you had been assigned. It was new and a high profile murder case awaiting trial soon.

But this was no ordinary murder case – no. It was one much different compared to anything you’ve ever tackled before as there, written in plain black letters was the name of the infamous Park Jinyoung.

 “Park Jinyoung” you repeated to yourself, saying the name aloud as you flipped through the thick folder. He was a young entrepreneur worth millions – starting a trading business on his own and becoming one of the richest men in the country. Judging from his file, he led a lavish lifestyle – becoming friends with celebrities and traveling the world with his beautiful supermodel wife.

However none of that seemed to matter as his beautiful wife was now dead – brutally murdered in her own home with trauma to the head and internal bleeding.

…And by the time the police had arrived to the scene, the only person they found was her husband covered in her blood. Mr. Park Jinyoung.

While walking down the hall you continued to look through the photos, flipping through each one until you spotted a family photo. It was Jinyoung and his wife, smiling with their two daughters on a beach vacation. Judging from the photo alone, they all looked so happy – seeming like the picture perfect ideal for a family.

However as you sat there waiting, you found the man walking towards you looking completely different. The creak from the door caught your attention first, causing you to look up from the photos before realizing just who had entered.

And there he was, Mr. Park himself. He entered with a stiff expression, looking nothing like the photos. You couldn’t help but stare as he walked further in, noticing his ill appearance from the start. His skin was completely pale, donning an almost blue-ish tint while he had heavy bags under his tired eyes.  

But as he came closer you snapped out of your stare and quickly stood up, extending your hand out to the man, “Hi Mr. Park. I’m Y/N, your attorney-”

“Yeah, I know who you are.” He transparently stated, looking like he was in a hurry as he proceeded to sit down in the chair across from you.

You blinked once, taken back by his rude behavior before glancing at the tall man standing beside him. “Ah and who are you?” You asked, eyes darting between the two in confusion.

“One of my bodyguards.” Jinyoung announced instead before getting comfortable in his seat. You raised a brow, getting ready to ask a few more questions at before he blatantly said, “I have my reasons”.

“Oh…” you awkwardly commented and he huffed.

“Listen lady, I don’t have a lot of time to spare so I would like to get this over with in a hurry.” Jinyoung stated with a grim face.

Getting tired of his attitude, you gritted your teeth as you leaned forward, “No why don’t you listen up.” You scolded. “Judging from your file, you have no authority to throw orders around and act like this. If I were you I would act a little more polite to the person that will be defending your ass in court for the next few months.”

“Do you talk to all your clients like this?” Jinyoung snapped, looking up at you from his seat with a snarl. “You get paid a lot of money for-”

“Find someone else who will take your case then! I’m sure there will be hundreds of attorneys wanting to defend an asshole who is being convicted of murder,” you interrupted – packing your things and making your way to the door.  

“Ma’m, please don’t go.” His bodyguard urged, rushing towards the exit before you swatted him away. “No, I’m done here.” You announced, ready to leave the rude client in a heartbeat as you grabbed the door handle.

“I didn’t kill my wife!” Jinyoung suddenly shouted from behind.

You halted mid-step, slowly turning around to see Jinyoung standing up with a pained look on his face. His lips were slightly parted, taking in quick puffs of air as he seemed in a panic.

“-Then who did?” You asked from the other side of the room.

He stayed put for a second, looking bothered as he said, “I-I don’t know…”

Taking a deep breath, you sighed while opening the door before he spoke again.

“Don’t leave!” He pleaded. “Someone murdered my wife and I don’t have anyone else to go to…the police won’t listen to me and I-I cant trust anyone else in this city.”  

You stood there for a good minute, debating on whether or not to cut your losses and walk out before he could say anymore. He was rude from the start, not even giving you the chance to introduce yourself but there was something about him that kept you standing there – stuck in thought before finally turning around and facing him once more.  “And how do you know you can trust me?” You asked.

“…Because you defended your brother and won.”

Your face suddenly went cold at the mention of your brother, Yugyeom – pressing your lips together hard as you struggled to control your emotions. “That was different.”

“How?” Jinyoung asked. “I’m just as innocent as he was.”

“Are you?” You barked. “Are you really?”

You found yourself walking towards him, not cowering back as he said, “Yes.”

Taking a good look into his eyes, you tried to figure out if he was lying – looking for a sign of some sort to give you a reason to walk away again.

But yet you found nothing.

Jinyoung stood there, not daring to blink as you two stared. He didn’t cower back like you were expecting – not even in the least before you gritted your teeth and took your eyes off him. He watched as you took a deep breath and wandered back to the table, gripping onto the wood before taking a seat.

“I’m sorry for my behavior earlier,” Jinyoung slowly spoke. “Right now I’m going through a lot and I’m not myself…but would you please give me a second chance?”

You felt your gaze drop upon hearing the sadness in his voice – not being able to look at him as it would only bring back memories of your brother who too said those same words many years ago. You took a deep breath and found yourself looking back to his file beside you.

 “It says here your first appearance is tomorrow. This is a high profile case so granted, there will be a lot of press and media.” You stated as you crossed your arms before looking at him. “As your attorney, you’re instructed to not speak to anyone about anything. People will twist your words and use what you say against you.”

Jinyoung’s eyes shot wide, looking rather surprised that you actually agreed. “Got it,” he announced before his phone began to buzz. You shot him a glare before he spoke up again. “Ah, I need to take this.” The man announced before shooting you an apologetic glance.

“I’ll have my secretary send you the information for tomorrow,” you huffed before he excused himself and rushed out with his bodyguard, phone in hand and all.

“One more thing,” you shouted to the Jinyoung, causing him to turn around as you said,

“…Don’t speak of my brother ever again.”

He cocked a brow in your direction before shooting you a quick nod, hurriedly agreeing before finally leaving the building.

~*~

The next day you were walking down the familiar hall of the courthouse. It was an old building filled with grumpy parole officers and dirty old water fountains that looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in decades. After security check, you and Jinyoung were being escorted by the police, being led to a room where you would soon fight for his fate.

But as you two walked, you found yourselves being spat on by those who passed by, shouting vulgar things at you for defending a man who was being convicted of killing his own wife.

However despite what they were telling you, they were telling Jinyoung far worse. A few people even charged and spat in his direction before his bodyguard shielded him and opened the door.

And now you were greeted by a chaotic court room, one filled with hundreds of citizens from all wanting to witness such an infamous case. Numerous gasps and shudders were heard throughout the room as soon as Jinyoung entered, causing you to look at him as the two of you sat down.

The well-dressed man kept to himself for the most part, keeping a seemingly calm appearance despite the chaos that surrounded him. You heard names like, “Animal,” and “Murderer” being thrown his way before leaning in and whispering into his ear.

“Don’t pay attention to them, just focus on the trial today. It’s just a first appearance so I’m sure I can spare us some extra time before the next trial date.” You said.

“You sure?” He asked, sounding slightly nervous before you nodded your head with confidence. “Of course, I’m the best at what I do.” You smiled before the back door suddenly opened.

With a quick tilt of your head, you noticed that the prosecutor’s seat was empty on the other side. “Hmm, that must be who we’re going up against.” You simply muttered to Jinyoung before finally looking back to see your opponent.

And just as you did you could nearly feel your mouth drop at the sight of the newcomer.

It was the business man you met at the diner earlier.

He was standing tall and filled with confidence just as he did last time – walking in with a freshly pressed suit and briefcase in hand. His thick hair was handsomely combed back and to the side, giving him that charismatic look that you remembered before.

However there was something different about him. He wasn’t the same friendly looking business man before but rather held an intimidating aura now.

He walked in calm, cool, and collected – not caring to make eye contact or greet anyone as he entered. You watched as he sat down on the other end, holding this focused look until the judge suddenly walked in.

“All rise. Court is now in session, the Honorable Judge Walker presiding.”

Immediately everyone in the room sat up as the room fell silent – watching as Judge Walker sat down in her chair up front.

“You may be seated,” she announced before putting on her glasses and opening up a folder.

“Who will be on the defense?” She announced while looking over at your section.

“Y/N you responded, standing up and raising your right hand just as Jaebum looked over to see who was speaking.

But when he did his intimidating demeanor faded as he had the sudden urge to take a double look – raising an eyebrow in response as a small smile vaguely appeared on his handsome face.

“And the prosecutor to Mr. Park’s case would be…” Judge Walker started before glancing over at the file once more.

“That would be me.” The man announced, standing up as he said, “Im Jaebum.”

And as he said his name, you caught him sneaking a glance over at you with a condescending smirk peeking up from the curve of his lip.

You returned the stare before the Judge continued on with the case, playing it exactly the way you had planned as you had predicted it’d be just a simple hearing for today.

Using your skills to the best of your ability you were able to get Jinyoung off on bail for the time being.

But surprisingly, Jaebum had stayed mostly mute for the duration of the hearing, simply watching you go on about how Jinyoung was not harmful to anyone as you were convinced he is innocent.

“Next court date will be set a month from now. Court dismissed.” Judge Walker announced with a slam of her gravel before everyone let out.

“That went better than expected,” Jinyoung grinned as the two of you were escorted out by his bodyguard.

“Yeah, I’d say it went too well.” You commented, curiously looking back at Jaebum as he packed his briefcase.

“Either way I’m out on bail until next month, that’s a blessing in itself,” he added just as you both reached the double doors leading outside. However, as soon as you were out – hundreds of paparazzi camera lights and microphones were being shoved in your face at the same time. “Mr. Park if convicted what are your plans for your company?” A reporter nearly shouted at him, trying to throw any questions she could to get a reaction out of him.

“No comment,” you strictly ordered, urging him to keep walking through the crowd. “Mr. Park! Mr. Park!” Many other reporters shouted, trying to get him to utter a word as you made sure to get him out of the situation and to his car before an unexpected guest suddenly arrived.

The crowd of reporters went even more wild, making numerous camera flashes and nearly launching themselves at Jaebum who was now standing beside you.

“Mr. Im what do you have to say about this case? What sentence are you expecting?” Asked another reporter while placing a mic near the man.

In contrast to you, Jaebum had a nonchalant attitude towards the press – merely treating it as if it was his own celebrity fan meet as he waved to the cameras. “I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen, but I can’t disclose any information right now.” Jaebum casually announced – looking ahead and placing his hands in his pockets.

“Is this your first time working a case against Mrs. Y/N?” Another reporter asked – motioning towards the two of you for details.

“Hmm, we’ve met before.” He answered with a smug grin before adding. “It’ll be our first case together. I think it’ll be quite interesting to see what Y/N has to bring to the table, don’t you?” He asked, earning a slew of more demanding questions from the press as he concluded the interview.

You looked up at Jaebum, barely having time to steal a glance before he looked back at you and moved closer. “Now if you’d excuse us,” Jaebum added while placing a hand against your back and leading you down the steps with him – showing off a friendly rivalry between you two as the reporters were eating the entire thing up.

Shooting a fake smile towards the cameras, you continued down the steps with Jaebum by your side – feeling his firm hand never leaving your back until you reached your separate chauffeur cars.

But just before he let go, the man made sure the reporters were far out of earshot as he suddenly stopped and looked at you.

You noticed that smug smile that was painted over his face had quickly disappeared and was now replaced with a much more intense and serious aura as he kept you close to him and suddenly leaned in towards you saying…

“Let the games begin.”

Prequel: Azriel-Centric Stories Set Before ACOTAR (ch.3)

This is a collection of interconnected short stories about Azriel’s life before any of the events of ACOTAR through ACOWAR.

Make sure to read Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 4Chapter 4.5Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

Read the follow up fic, Shadows and Darkness: One and the Same

CHAPTER 3: DOREA 

Time frame: 40 years after the War. 

Summary: The Prince of Adriata has been found dead in his sleep lying next to his wife, the newly crowned Princess of Adriata, Dorea. Knowing that the Night Court has a skilled spymaster, High Lord Narayan calls in a favor from Rhys. Azriel and Cassian offer to help investigate the death. Cassian may or may not accidentally destroy a building. 

(Note: This is the longest chapter yet and holds several clues to an overarching fic I’m working on. Remember that though these stories are spaced out and not posted chronologically, they are all interconnected. Enjoy!)

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when he’s not around

Originally posted by imdancingintherain07

everyone thought they knew you like the back of their hand, they thought you were smart, strong, poise and beautiful, 

of course all of them were true but, on the inside, deep down where most people can not get to, is far much more.

not many people knew how deeply sad you were because you hid it so well, no one knew, not even your dear husband of two years, he never knew you cried yourself to sleep at night, praying to the gods for something better, no one knew……………well, except one.

when you had first arrived in kattegat everyone thought you were very odd, see, your mother was a shieldmaiden, and your father a christian priest, they defied everyone who forbid their love, that’s what got them killed and made you set sail for the north.

it was odd to people how beautiful you were, your eyes held so much power and blood lust, but no one saw the sadness in them, except for him, even your husband found you odd when you had first met, but slowly grew to love you, oh so slowly.

then you met his family, his friends…….you met him.

ivar lothbrok, oh how you loved the way it sounded coming from your lips.

he was everything your husband wasn’t, he was dark and mysterious, and overall a sad boy, who just happened to befriend a sad girl, you.

the both of you became glued to the hip, where you went, he went, where he went, you went, even your jealous husband couldn’t help that, no matter how bad he wanted to.

you never admitted it, but you loved ivar more then anyone, including your husband, oh how you wished you’d met ivar first and married him instead.

at gatherings was the worst.

the both of you would get insanely jealous when someone else talked to you, of course you denied them all because you were married, an excuse but not a lie, you sometimes liked making ivar jealous, but when he did it to you, there was the hurt coming in again, flying through your veins like snake venom.

and the worst part is that neither of you could ever be together.

at least, not with people around.

to answer your question, no. the two of your have never had sex, or even kissed for that matter, but you wanted to, desperately.

but when you were alone, if made you the happiest you’ve ever been in your life.

you sighed as you walked into the large arch of the throne rooms doors shutting them behind you, running your chilled hands along the wood. everything was now eerily quiet now that the celebration was over, all that remained was empty mugs, and plates scattered with bits of food still present.

your husband wasn’t exactly being the nicest person in the world right now with mead still heavily resting in his system, so you decided to come here and let your mind relax.

you walked over to the large dining table and grabbed a large pitcher and poured some mead into a mug, taking a slow sip, enjoying the silence.

you sat down by the fire on the floor staring into the hot embers, silently wishing your husband would come and get you, and apologize, but you knew that would never happen.

“what did he do now?” you whipped your head around and seen ivar sitting on aslaugs throne chair, a mug in his hand as well.

you placed a hand over your thudding heart taking in a deep breath, a small smile etching itself on to your lips

“ivar!, you frightened me” you said a chuckle leaving your damp lips. he smiled as well and shook his head at you in amusement. he looked so handsome in this lighting, the shadows flickering over his features making him look divine, like how he always looked.

“i apologize, i should have made myself known earlier. but you didn’t answer my question, love. what has that husband of yours done now?” he asked bringing the cup to his lips his dark eyes never leaving yours.

you sighed heavily and shrugged “nothing really, same old, same old” you said knowing that if you lied to him he’d bring it out of you eventually.

he nodded, biting at the inside of his plump lips, then patted his thighs

“come here, love” he said setting his drink beside him, you quirked a brow at him, a smirk gracing your face “you should use your words, ivar” you said even though you knew what his intentions were “i want you to sit on my lap, you’ll be chilled on the hard wood floor” he said patting at his thighs again.

you thought about your husband walking in, seeing you sitting on ivars lap, what would he say?, what would he do?. but the way ivar was looking at you, the way he was stroking his thighs made all thoughts of your husband vanish.

you stood brushing dust and dirt off of your dress and slowly walked to him, your hips swaying in the dark lit room. when you reached ivar you set your drink down smiling when his hands gripped your hips and pulled you forward.

your legs resting on each side of him, your bottom resting on his crotch, you leaned your head foreward and layed it on his chest taking in a deep breath of his wonderful scent, and thought, your husband would never let you do something like this.

if you would try to do something like this with your husband, he would simply push you away and go back to talking to his friends or family. you had tried it before, the result being him angry at you for some reason, but ivar was different,, he loved holding you as he said before, he was so different compared to your husband, he was better then him.

ivars hand came up and started to slowly stroke your back pushing you closer to him, to the untrained eye, you both looked like lovers, so deeply in love and ready to be wed, but you both knew it would never happen.

“i wish it was different” he whispered against your hair, you leaned up and stared at him sadly, wishing the same. you leaned in so close, your lips an inch away from his and kissed his cheek letting your lips linger much longer then you should have “i wish the same, ivar. but it doesn’t matter anym-”   “it does to me” he said cutting you off softly, he was angry, not at you, but at the situation you were in.

ivar has told you how much he actually loves you, on more then one occasion, but you never said anything back, you always just smiled and kissed his cheek, bidding him goodnight acting as though you didn’t care, but in reality, you did.

you shook your head at him and stared at his hands that were clutching your waist, fingers softly kneading at your clothed flesh, you wishing that you both were completely naked, him taking you upon this throne, not caring if someone walked in.

“why are you shaking your head?” he asked his voice low and slightly shaky, you looked up at him and shrugged “just thinking about how bad this is” you whispered glancing at the door every few seconds, fearing about someone walking in, he scoffed and slumped back against the chair.

what is so bad?, i am holding you, something your husband never does, and we’re just talking.” he said making a fair point, you scowled deeply at him and pointed your finger right at his nose “don’t speak of my husband right now, i don’t want to think about him” you seethed, taking in deep breaths through your nose, trying to calm yourself. 

ivar smirked and leaned forwards, pressing a kiss to your pointer finger, then nipped at the tip of it, your face relaxed and watched as he slowly started to kiss and bite at your flesh.

you moaned when he took your finger in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it sucking on it lightly.

“make that sound again” he whispered pulling away from your finger for just a moment, you repeated the noise when he bit higher on your finger, this time almost connecting with your palm.

his eyes darkened at the sound and met your eyes, your wet finger exiting his mouth “i want to try something” he said out of nowhere, his eyes lighting up with mischief, you leaned back slowly, feeling a bit aroused from his workings on your finger

“and what would that be?” you asked your voice slightly breathless, at that question he knew you were willing. 

he wrapped one arm around your waist and lifted you only a few inches off of his lap, his other hand moving the fabric of your dress out of the way and felt if you were bare underneath your dress, and you were.

you felt slightly panicked at his actions “ivar, we-we can’t have sex-”   “we are not going to. i jut want to try something. trust me” he said, i looked down to the ground and felt like a whore, i was sitting on a mans lap who wasn’t my husbands, my unclothed pussy resting on his rough fabricated pants, and i was enjoying it.

he placed his finger under my chin and made me look at him “you do trust me, right?” he asked his voice and face completely serious, eyes full of love and concern.

i trusted ivar more then anyone, more then myself actually, and i was really curious as to what he wanted to try so badly.

i nodded at him and placed a kiss to his palm making him smile gently and placed his large hands under your dress and on to your bare hips, leaning in close lips pressed to your ear

“just move along with my hands, focus on me, woman.” he whispered nipping at your lobe making you gasp in the process.

then, he started moving your hips up and down on his, the rough material of his pants causing a delicious friction against your sex.

you moaned and threw your head back placing your hands on his shoulders

“ivar” you gasped softly moving along with him now.

when he moaned out your name you swear you felt more aroused then you have in years.

yes, ivar could be rough sometimes, yes he could be scary and ruthless, but during moments when he was with you, he was more then careful, he treated you like glass, your husband treated you like a ragdoll.

ivar touched you like you were going to shatter at any moment, making you feel so loved and so special.

“(y/n)” he groaned out when your hot wet pussy rubbed against his hard clothed cock, he leaned foreward, so your lips were just brushing against each other.

you knew that if you kissed him, there’s be no way you’d ever let go.

and you were okay with that.

he finally pressed his lips against your, for the first time, your whole body felt as though it had been set aflame, your legs were trembling, your lips twitching against his, his belly rolling against yours.

you felt complete.

you both moaned into each others mouths finally feeling each others warmth and love, nothing could ever compare to his feeling, absolutely nothing

“oh, fuck” he moaned detaching your lips closing his eyes tightly as you felt him get harder. you gasped loudly and rocked your hips slower and deeper against his, really wishing he was inside of you, but you’d take what you could get, right now you were with him and nothing else mattered.

you cried out when he leaned in and softly sucked at your neck, right at the base of your throat, sucking and licking at your pulse. you could feel how big he was through his pants and knew, your husband was so much smaller then ivar, they weren’t even close in size.

he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pushed you even closer to him, your pussy slowly dragging against his thigh, making you clench.

you wanted to cum, you wanted to watch ivar as he came, sighing out your name, you needed it.

you moved his head from your neck and kissed him again licking at the roof of his mouth, his saliva mixing perfectly with yours. the room felt all the more hotter when he reached his hand higher up your dress cupping at your soft breast

“you’re mine. not his” he whispered against your lips, he then licked the corners of your lips making you moan and writhe against him

“i’m yours, ivar” you silently promised a loud whimper following at the end of your words making him smile and thrust up against you.

you hummed and wrapped your fingers up in his hair, rubbing your ass against his lower thigh making him grunt and grip your ass grinding harder against you, oh you never wanted this to end, you just wanted to stay in this moment forever, kissing him, grinding against him, make love to him, fuck him, anything and everything, you never wanted to leave.

you sucked in his lower lip and reached down palming him through his pants,

 the whine that left his mouth was enough to make you shudder.

and the aching pleasure was now forming into a tight ball in your stomach……you were going to cum.

oh, yes. the dull pleasurable ache forming was shaking you from the inside out, your thighs were shaking by his sides, his hands reaching down and gripping them holding them closer against his hips.

you could feel him throbbing through his trousers making you smirk lightly through your pleasure. your sex was clenching uncontrollably now, feeling every groove of his cock made it so much more intense

“yes, fuck, love. so good” he rasped breathlessly wriggling his hips wilder then before, you wanted to cum, together. your stomach was rubbing against his softly, only adding to the friction.

his hand cupped your cheek and he lovingly stared into your eyes

“i love y-” he was cut off by a loud banging sound at the door.

we both froze and turned towards the door slowly starting to see it open. you hurriedly jumped off of his lap, cursing at your weak legs trying to make yourself look half decent. the door opened and revealed, none other then your husband

he looked confused as he finally made eye contact with you and ivar, you could only imagine how you looked right now.

“wife?. what are you doing here?” he asked sounding a lot more sober then earlier, you cleared my throat looking to ivar, your nerves shooting through the roof. thankfully ivar came to your rescue

“she needed some help about sword fighting, wanted to know more about strategy in battle” he replied smoothly, staring at your husband with a harsh look, thankfully you husband was still slightly drunk to notice

“i wanted to say sorry for earlier, (y/n). i don’t know what got into me” he said looking a bit sheepish, he was talking about how he pushed you, pushed you so hard that you fell to the floor, your head smacking against the cold hard ground, but of course, you had to forgive him.

“it’s okay, hvitserk. let’s just forget about it” you said straining a smile at him, hvitserk smiled at you and nodded to his brother “will you come back to bed?” he asked you jerking his head towards the door. you looked to ivar with a sad smile and nodded to your husband, know that if you said no, you’d be in trouble

“yes, i will come back to bed” you said making your way towards ivar again, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, close to his kissable lips and whispered “goodnight” like you always did, he nodded to you and whispered the same knowing that you both and to switch back into being just friends. pretending that you wanted nothing to do with each other. you walked over to your husband and grasped his hand, following him out the door,

 you didn’t know how long you and hvitserk would be husband and wife, all you know is that you couldn’t wait for it to be over, you wanted ivar and only ivar he was the only man you loved and the only man you wanted, 

you looked over your shoulder at ivar one last time and smiled mouthing the words

“i love you, too”

you were going to leave your husband.

and that was a promise


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Roof Jumping

Requested by Anon - Ciao 🙂 could you do 24 10 3 with Spencer Reid or Luke Alvez?
Prompt – 3 – ‘I saved your life.’ ‘You pushed me off a building.’
               10 – ‘Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.’
               24 – ‘Don’t. Move.’

Word Count – 938

Characters – Reid x Reader



You and Reid had been camping in an abandoned apartment across from the suspects house. It was coming up on the third day when you finally seen movement across from you. You nudged Spencer and he informed the team that he had finally came back to the apartment. You kept an eye on the building at all times.

It was the fourth day when you felt something off. You didn’t make a comment about it until, it was closer to 10 that night.
‘Spencer?’ You spoke up.
‘Mmh.’ He replied.
‘How many times does an average man go to the toilet?’ You asked him, he turned to looked at you.
‘Six or seven times depending on their health.’ He told you, you nodded your head humming.
‘Why?’ He asked as he moved over to your side. The bathroom of his apartment was on the side you were watching and as far as you knew, he didn’t have another one.
‘He hasn’t been at all.’ You told Spencer.
‘Maybe he’s been peeing somewhere else?’
‘But there hasn’t been any movement at all, except from a few curtain movements.’ You told him. You sat up.
‘What are you suggesting?’ Spencer asked with a raised eyebrow.
‘You can easily make something that will move curtains, randomly.’ You said and Spencer nodded. He was going to open his mouth when the door swung open.
Don’t. Move.’ He said from behind you. You and Spencer froze. Both, Spencer and you turned around with your hands in the air.
‘Stand up.’ He said, waving the gun about. Spencer and you both stood up, he waved the gun, silently telling you to turn around to show if you had any weapons.
‘Come here.’ He said and both of you walked forward. Keeping your eyes on him, watching his every movement.
‘Follow me.’ He said abruptly.


You were now standing on the roof of the abandoned building. If you weren’t at guns point, it would have been a lovely scene. You and Spencer stood next to each other, still watching him. regretting that you didn’t bring any guns with you to a stake out, but you know it wouldn’t be long till the other caught on.
‘Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.’ Spencer said as held tightly and your ear was to his chest. You nodded against it as the unsub forced you both to walker closer to the edge.
‘You guys end here. No more agents, just bodies.’ He snarled. You pulled your head away from Spencer’s chest.
‘How are you going to kill us?’ You said, making his head snap in your direction.
‘Gun leaves bullets and you would end up in prison.’ You said to him, his face contorted into something before it went to anger.
‘Y/N, what are you doing?’ Spencer asked. You looked up at him, pulling away from his body.
‘You want us to kill each other? Is that it? Suicide?’ You asked him. He looked shocked but finally shook his head.
‘No.’ He replied sharply.
‘Then what?’ You questioned, stepping forward.
‘Y/N!’ Spencer said.
‘Spencer, trust me please.’ You said to him, he was taken back but nodded. The unsub, watched with a small smirk. You turned back to him.
‘Why are smirking?’ you asked him. he stood up taller. He shook his head.
‘You know, ive been watching you. I’ve picked up a few things about you.’ You said as you walked over.
‘You like a woman who demands you, who’s rough.’ You said seductively. His eyes flickered close as you scrapped your nails up his arm, going to the base off his neck.
‘You like it when they take control, you don’t like weak girls.’ You whispered into his ear. He nodded, stiffly.
‘Good, cause I’m not a good girl.’ You said to him. You pulled back and he looked down at you.
‘Give me the gun.’ You said to him. He hesitated for a second, but handed it to you. You turned around to Spencer. He raised an eyebrow.
‘Y/N.’
‘Enough.’ You snarled. Spencer did, not having seen you like this. You stalked forward to him, his eyes went wide as you raised the gun to his head.
‘Trust me?’ You whispered. His eyes went back to normal and he gave a small nod.
‘I’m sorry.’ You said loud enough for the unsub to hear you. You pulled the trigger and pushed him off, the edge.


Spencer closed his eyes, waiting for the pain, but it wasn’t what he expected when he landed in a dumpster. He sighed in slight pain but mostly relief. He climbed out the dumpster and looked for you, you weren’t near him. he heard footsteps coming from his right when he turned and saw Emily.
‘Is she safe?’ Emily asked. He looked at her then back up. He opened his mouth but they heard Y/N up above them.
‘I’m sorry.’ She said, before a gun was fired and then her body came flying of the edge.


‘Y/N!’ Both Emily and Spencer shouted as you crashed into the dumpster. They ran forward and jumped in. when you raised your arms.
‘Whooo!’ You said as you opened your eyes to see them sighing.
‘That was fun.’ You said and Emily smiled.
‘Why aren’t you talking to me, Spencer?’ You asked him, as he sat across form you in the ambulance. He only looked up.
‘I saved your life.’ You reminded him. That got his attention.
‘You pushed me off a building.’ He said in disbelief. You chuckled.
‘Of you didn’t realize I just came down after you.’ You said sarcastically to him.

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Push and Pull| Fourteen

Originally posted by justrightforjb

|Chapter One| |Chapter Two| |Chapter Three| |Chapter Four| |Chapter Five||Chapter Six| |Chapter Seven| |Chapter Eight| |Chapter Nine| |Chapter Ten| |Chapter Eleven| |Chapter Twelve| |Chapter Thirteen| |Chapter Fourteen| |Chapter Fifteen|


pairing: Jimin x oc x Jaebum
genre: angst, regret, confrontation, suggestive smut
word count: 2.1k
a/n: Isolde spent three years with Jimin after meeting him by chance in a dance studio. He was perfect and he loved her, she thought he was the one she’d spend the rest of her life with. That all crumbles when he decides he wants to please his parents and leave her so he can be with someone like him. Isolde is plummeted into turmoil and leaves her job as a choreographer to move back home to the states. A mutual friend named Im Jaebum reaches out to console her, lift her back up from her fragile state. It’s a push and pull tug between what she thought she had and what she could have.


“It’s alright, Is. Just keep your eyes straight ahead or focus on me, okay?” Jaebum whispered into my ear, his hand resting between my shoulder blades. I glanced up at him, a smile pulling at his lips.

“I love you, Jae.” I said softly, reaching up to touch his cheek as I kissed him.

“Alright, love birds, let’s go.” Mark directed, patting Jaebum’s shoulder as he moved past us. He held his arm out for me to take and I did, letting out a deep breath, hoping I didn’t have a panic attack in front of everyone. The rest of the members walked out the doors, Jaebum and I at the very back. It seemed like every eye in the room was on us in that moment, my chest tightening in fear. As if Jaebum could feel it, he pulled his arm away and moved his hand to touch the bare skin of my back, rubbing gently as we walked.

“Just focus on my touch, Is. You’re okay.” he whispered into my ear, making my eyes flash up to his beaming face. I couldn’t hide the smile from my own face, his was absolutely infectious.

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anonymous asked:

I need advice. I'm with my first boyfriend, who is also my first kiss. And we started to make out yesterday and I was a little nervous. I need advice on how to kiss better and maybe some make out tips

15 secrets to make your first kiss perfect

Keep these 15 secrets you need to know about first kisses in mind, and you really should have no trouble perfecting that first kiss.

#1 Plan ahead. A first kiss never pops right out of the blue. Even if it seems like an unplanned heat of the moment thing, the setting you create around each other is what gives you the opportunity.

The best time to kiss a date or a friend is when you’ve spent quite a while with each other, either on a date or while watching a movie at home because that gives both of you enough time to warm up towards each other. And most importantly, you need to find a way to get some alone time with no one around. Plan ahead so both of you can get some alone time at the end of the date, either in the car, a lonely park bench or at your place.

#2 Build the sexual tension. Your date must want to kiss you back, or at the least, you must know that your date would reciprocate it before you try kissing. Try to sit close to your date. It’s a great way to pass your sexual vibes to them. And most importantly, speak in a low and soft voice. Speaking softly is a natural turn on. Talk about how wonderful you feel spending time with this person, or talk about how enjoyable the day was.

#3 Avoid distractions. Distractions are the bane of first kisses. You won’t believe the number of first kisses I’ve missed out on because of a cell phone ringing at the wrong time or a bladder full of pee. Isolate yourself in the moment and make sure your date isn’t thinking of anything other than this beautiful moment with you.

#4 Location. The location plays a big part in a first kiss. If you play your cards well, a first kiss could lead to a lot more within minutes. I remember the first time I tried kissing a girl in front of her house. She had her eyes closed and was kissing me passionately and climbing all over me, but I just couldn’t stop craning my neck to see if someone was walking past us.

If people walking past you bothers you, kiss your date in a parking lot or in your place. But make sure you keep the location in mind if you want to go beyond just a first kiss.

#5 Hygiene. Bad breath ruins any chances of a first kiss. If you’re planning to kiss your date after a garlic-infused dinner or a long drive, make sure you pop a breath mint into your mouth. If you want to make your first kiss feel a lot sexier, drink a sip of water a few seconds before trying to kiss your date. It makes your lips feel moist and a lot more kissable.

#6 The right kind of touch. The way you touch your new lover while trying to cozy up with them makes all the difference in a perfect first kiss. Constantly touch your date on their arms or play with their fingers. Let your date feel comfortable with your touch, and even like it.

And once you’re feeling bold enough to go for the kiss, whisper in their ears now and then or play with their hair. Nothing sends the kissing signal out better than that.

#7 Help your date read your mind. If you’ve used all the tips so far and your date reciprocates your touches by touching you back or coming closer to you, you’ve done all the right things. So hurrah for you!

Now you need to let your date know that you want to kiss them. Go close to your date’s face, and wait for them to move in closer to you. If all goes well, you’ll be kissing your date and making out with them in no time.

But if your date doesn’t come closer to kiss you, it doesn’t matter. You need to create other ways to excite them sexually. Go really close to them and place your palm on their cheek or graze your lips on their cheek, really close to their lips. If your date closes their eyes to take in the sensation, they’re obviously ready for the kiss. But if time is what they need, continue to get touchy feely until they get too weak in the knees to resist you any further.

#8 Take it really slow. Once you start kissing your date for the first time, don’t get carried away and get aggressive instantly. Feel your date’s lips softly touch your own and spend a few seconds trying to understand who takes the upper lip or who takes the lower lip. Trust me, that one thing alone can lead to confusions if you’re already used to a particular type of kissing. Improvise your kissing style as the seconds stretch on.

#9 Using your tongue. Don’t use your tongue immediately as soon as you start kissing your date for the first time, but don’t keep it hidden either. Slide your tongue in just a tiny bit until you touch your date’s lips with your tongue. If they reciprocate, you’re doing it just right. Beyond the first thirty seconds or so, it’s alright to get bold and explore just a little more, very softly, of course!

#10 Learn to keep your hands busy. Once you’ve got your lips busy, what do you do with your hands? For starters, place your hands on the sides or the back of your kissing mate. If you want to turn the passion on, you can run one hand through your date’s hair or move it along the neck.

If you want to get bolder, place your hands on your partner’s sides and move them along the sides of the body, inches away from any strategic locations. If everything goes well, your hands should get rather busy in a short while!

#11 How long should a first kiss last? First kisses aren’t measured in seconds.  They’re measured in passionate moments. A perfect kiss isn’t just one kiss, it’s a series of well timed first kisses. Kiss your date for a few seconds, and move your head back slowly, but keep it within a few inches from your date’s face. It makes you feel more in control, and you’ll be able to read your date’s expression too.

If your date backs away, you need to wait. If they come closer and start kissing you again, they like what you’re doing.

But what I’d suggest is to move your face back just a little bit after several seconds, and come in for another kiss within a second or two. It shows that you want to kiss, so it won’t leave your date wondering if you’re not interested in the kiss. By taking occasional breaks and coming in for a kiss again, you’ll be able to increase the passion and make your date want your kisses even more

#12 Vary the kisses. Start with a really soft kiss, and follow it up with another soft kiss. But once the kisses start to get frequent, vary the pace and the pressure of the kisses. Push your date aggressively once, and immediately after that, kiss your date softly again. That’ll leave your date confused in a passionate frenzy of kisses, and they’ll start to get wilder and more aggressive too!

#13 Don’t stop at the lips. A kiss may start at the lips but could end anywhere else. After a few minutes of intense kissing, don’t stagnate the game by restricting your kisses only to the lips. Every now and then, kiss your date’s cheek, the chin or their neck in between all the kisses on the lips. It gives you access to more places and makes the whole experience sizzle a lot more.

#14 Don’t push it. Don’t try too hard to reach out to too many places too soon. If the first kiss goes well, you know there will definitely be many more dates with many more kisses too. So unless you’re certain your date likes where your hands are going, don’t try to reach out to too many places. Perfect the first kiss and create a memorable experience first. Letting your hands wander into your date’s pants comes later.

#15 Watch the signs. Learn when to back off. If your date stiffens up, pulls away quickly or seems distracted while kissing, move your head back just a few inches.

Don’t kill the mood by asking your date why they’re distracted. Just stay close to their face and focus on their neck or their ears. If you date has something to say, they’ll say it. If they don’t say anything, get back to the lips and pucker your lips for another long series of sexy first kisses.

anonymous asked:

In the zygerria verse, now that Rex and Cody are going to see obi wan again, can we see those fluffy cuddles?

“He-Cody, Rex?” Obi-Wan stared at them in surprise, clinging to his door before stepping back to let the two troopers into his quarters. “I-I didn’t expect to see you two.” He offered quietly and Cody almost winced at the broken undertone.

‘We kriffed this up!’ He thought to himself.

Rex took a closer step to Obi-Wan when the door was shut. “We didn’t want to make you feel nervous sir, we thought you may have wanted space.” He said quietly and then he dropped all pretenses and held his arms open to Obi-Wan.

The Jedi stared at him before giving a low breath of surprise and shock, stepping into the circle of the arms, tucking his face into Rex neck. “Oh…”

“We didn’t want to scare you si-Obi-Wan. We didn’t want to upset you. We didn’t know you’d react…we didn’t know you thought we were avoiding you.” Cody stepped closer and then slowly rested a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder before wrapping the two other in a hug too. “We didn’t know.”

“I…I…” Obi-Wan took a sharp shuddering breath then dropped his forehead on Rex shoulder. “…You have to understand that right now my reactions are not to…I may not react as I should. But I always welcomed you two’s company around me.” He whispered and shivered, a good shiver, when Cody stroked his hair gently.

Familiar and safe hands touching him, providing comfort.

Protective and warm.

Just like Anakin but in a different manner to Anakin.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more to help you Obi-Wan.” Rex whispered.

“I didn’t blame anyone…no one but them. And me for getting myself caught.” Obi-Wan whispered in return.

“Are you seeing the healers? For…I mean…”

“I started, yes. Its…” Obi-Wan sighed, shoulders slumping. “Its not easy to talk about. Especially with the damn holo vid…” He breathed out and Cody pulled back.

Obi-Wan wanted to beg him back almost.

“How about we sit down on the couch, I make a pot of tea and we can…just sit there?” The Commander suggested.

“You’ll both stay?” Obi-Wan lifted his head to look between them.

“Yes, of course, we’re not leaving now.” Rex promised, lifting one hand up to offer it to Obi-Wan, smiling gently when the Jedi took it and laced their fingers together, leading the captain to his couch.

“That…good. Just good.” Obi-Wan murmured.

An hour later found Obi-Wan curled up between the two, a fourth cup of tea in his hands, watching a mindless movie about blaster care of all things.

It wasn’t the thing that interested him the most but it was mindless and allowed his mind to float on mindless words that were honestly just white noise in his ears. His focus was on the sensation coming of his troopers.

His.

Didn’t matter that Rex belonged to the 501. They were both still his.

Protective and warm, gentle hands resting only where they had been allowed and neither moved unless Obi-Wan requested tea or shifted around. Blaster callused hands rubbing his shoulders or stroking his hair.

Gentle touches but firm enough to not give him goosebumps.

Just there.

For him.

“…Thank you for coming back.” He whispered.

“If we knew you thought we were avoiding you, we would have come before.”

Cody took the hand not holding the cup and stroked his fingers slowly before lifting the hand to his lips and pressing a barely there kiss to the back of it, smiling at Obi-Wan. “I guess in the end, we’re just all humans?” He offered.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and laughed a bit. “Quoting me now are you?”

“You’re the one who said it. All humans err, so you said.” Cody squeezed gently before Rex stole the hand and pressed a tender kiss to the back of his hand too.

Obi-Wan looked between them then settled down, sipping his tea. “I guess so. Will…will you two be able to stay?”

“Sure, we can share the couch.” Rex offered readily and Cody nodded.

One part of Obi-Wan wanted to offer the bed, but another of him was just so grateful that he let his face drop to Rex shoulder while squeezing Cody’s hand. “Its a pull out, I…I may wake you in the night, I get…flashback sometimes that manifests in nightmares. The healer said it was normal, my minds way of dealing with the situation I’ve been put in.”

Cody just nodded. “That’s fine. We get those all the times. Shiny’s and experienced alike.” He reached out and stroked Obi-Wan’s hair behind his ear before caressing his cheek with the back of his hand, marveling at the smoothness without the beard. “If you need us, we’ll be right here.”

“I’m used to sitting up with Shiny’s.” Rex offered and repeated Cody’s gesture along the cheek. “We won’t mind being woken up to sit have tea in the night.”

Obi-Wan looked between them then gave a breathless little laugh, nodding into Rex shoulder. “Alright…we…alright.”

Over the red hair, the two clones traded relieved smiles, glad they could do something for their Jedi.

shannonallaround  asked:

Hi :) thanks for answering my last question. Just wondering, is Shadow claustrophobic at all, or is it just that he's not used to being around that many people? (Btw him being so uncomfortable and so mad at sonic is hilarious) Also, how did Sonic and Shadow end up down there in the first place? Wouldn't GUN have been watching the airports? Thx

Not claustrophobic, but maybe agoraphobic; he grew up in a quiet, isolated environment where he wouldn’t have seen more than a handful of people at once. Paired with his extreme introversion, he’s very uncomfortable in loud, crowded spaces and avoids them whenever possible. Having Sonic along, even as just a voice in his ear to focus on, is probably a huge help.

As to how they got to Mexico, it was probably a combination of short Chaos Control jumps, hitchhiking, and running (Shadow still has his skates). Shadow can still perform Chaos Control by channeling Sonic, but it’s not as powerful as it’d be with an Emerald in hand; Sonic can only do a couple jumps before he’s burnt out and needs to rest. They have no idea what would happen to Sonic if they overtaxed his energy (nothing good), so they don’t risk it unless it’s essential. They travel well off the beaten path, on back-roads and through wilderness, because GUN is definitely still looking for them. Within a year or two, they’ll obtain a motorcycle or something similar through what I’m sure are entirely legitimate, legal means. 

After a couple decades, they’ll be able to travel much more easily. They end up setting up small “safehouses” around the Americas, moving between them regularly. The San Francisco safehouse, which we’ve seen in-comic is one of the nicer ones as they head there at least once a year.

I bet they get a severely discounted rate on their rented places by making sure they’re thoroughly haunted, scaring away potential renters…

Decennial

One-shot sequel to We Intertwined

A Lucas and Aurora Scientia Story
Word Count: 3,105

A/N: I know that maybe some people may not be super interested in this one-shot, but I had to post it. I just love Iggy and Raine’s kids so much and I felt like they deserved a moment in the spotlight.

Tagging the always lovely @cupnoodle-queen, because there is a mention of her lovely OC Cam from her incredible Gladio soulmate AU Chasing Suns, which we have decided exists in the same universe as We Intertwined.

Please don’t be shy and let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3

Lucas tapped the end of his pen to his chin. He was staring down at his school agenda, staring at the words he’d circled and highlighted on his calendar. It was still a week away, but his clever brain churned with ideas.

Mom and Dad’s 10th Anniversary.

He’d finally been able to take the time to figure out what he wanted to get his parents for their big day. He’d saved up months of allowance money, the gil bursting in his velcro wallet, to get them something nice. But what he’d intended on buying, he wasn’t sure.

Lucas grabbed his backpack with all his money in the world, his emergency phone, his agenda and some pens and hiked it over his shoulder. He’d abandoned his school books and hidden them under his bed—his parents didn’t need to know that he would be skipping classes to go hunt for a present.

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anonymous asked:

Please write when obiwan's vampire nature awoke and quigon had to teach his padawan how to hide his fangs and care for himself.

Sorry it took so long… somehow my muse had decided to take a brief vacation!


He looked down at the wide and incredulous looking blue-green eyes of the small boy of perhaps three years that he was holding. The boy looked innocent enough, with his chubby cheeks and the thumb he was sucking one. Qui-Gon realized that this was a habit that would need to be broken at some point. The tall Jedi Master also knew that the look of this one was quite deceiving.
“You cannot be serious?” Qui-Gon eventually said and turned his midnight blue eyes up at the Council members in front of him.
Mace Windu looked as serious as ever and Yoda’s gaze held no room for argument either. The other Masters did not interest the long haired man right now.
“Serious, we are. Young Kenobi’s guardian, you will be,” even the green troll’s voice held no room for any protest.
“Qui-Gon,” the Korun Master chose a calmer tone, “the Council has talked and it decided that this is the best solution.”
“Is it now?” he snarled right back, causing the little one in his arms to shiver. Immediately he tightened the arms around the boy with the short ginger hair and sent comforting energy to him.
“He is of your kind,” Plo Koon joined the conversation. “You are best suited to teach him everything he needs to know.”
“I have already made it clear that I do not wish to take on another apprentice, besides, he is way too young. Why are you presenting him to me now anyway?” He turned his focus to the green Master, whose ears dropped just a little. Had Qui-Gon not been the green troll’s Padawan a long time ago, he would most likely not even have noticed it in the first place.
“Showing signs he is. Needs you NOW, he does.”
That caused the stubborn Jedi to blink. Curiously did he peek down at the silent child, who was still watching him in a mixture of wonder and awe. And now he even noticed that Obi-Wan was indeed not sucking on his thumb, but chewing on it, as if… “As if he is trying to lessen the pain from growing fangs,” did he mumble to himself.
“What was that, Master Jinn?”
Qui-Gon ignored the female Jedi. Instead he turned back to Yoda. “This is too soon, he is too young.”
“In mysterious ways, the Force moves,” hummed the Order’s Grandmaster. 
“Do you now understand why we have called you?” asked the dark skinned Council member.
“Yes,” and he did indeed. This was changing everything. He was still not keen on taking care of such a young child, but at least he had a solid reason to do so now. Up to this point he had been the only vampire in the Order, his kind was rare and usually did not leave their clans and planets. It was only logically to assign him to take care of one so young, who still had so much to learn. He only dreaded the day, when Obi-Wan would be old enough to become his Padawan, especially since he had sworn to never take on another one, not after Xanatos’ fall.
“Decided this is then,” the wise Master hit the floor with his walking stick, bringing this topic of the session to an end.
“We are already sending everything you require for raising a Youngling to your quarters. Also crèche Master Kalma will accompany you and inform you of the most important things,” Mace Windu explained.
Midnight blue eyes barely looked at the Mirialan Jedi who had stood beside the closed doors of the Council chamber. 

Accepting his fate, he nodded and bowed his head, before taking his leave. The Mirialan, whose name he had not bothered to learn, trailed right next to him, but only after she had tried to take the boy from his arms. Obi-Wan had not allowed it. She then had begun talking about the caretaking of children, but Qui-Gon was not paying her much attention. He knew all this anyway.
He was focused on the bright being in his arms instead, who had yet to make a single sound. Out of instinct did he reach out to him with the Force and he was surprised that already a fledgling bond had formed between them and that in the few minutes he had held the boy. He reached out with his free hand and gently yet firmly pulled the boy’s digit out of his mouth. The Youngling made a sound of protest and over the beginnings of their bond, Qui-Gon could feel the painful pressure of the emerging fangs on the boy’s gums. The tall Jedi ignored the protest and instead put his own thumb, as well as his forefinger, into the young one’s mouth and started massaging the gums. A satisfied purr was his answer and the Master could not help but smile down at the boy. In the privacy of his own mind, he could even admit that the child was rather cute.
“Master Jinn,” what-was-her-name-again protested, “with all due respect, you should stop encouraging this behavior.”
He turned furious eyes at the Mirialan, who immediately took a step back. “You may be an expert on the care of young Force sensitive children, but when it comes to vampires, I think I have the advantage. So you will excuse me and stop influencing my methods.” He had let his own fangs appear, just for show and it did the trick. The green skinned female became a few shades paler and hurriedly excused herself, before vanishing back to the crèche.
Qui-Gon retreated his fangs again and grumbled under his breath when a touch of two small hands brought him out of his dark thoughts. During all the commotion, he had forgotten to keep massaging. To his surprise however, the small child pushed his hand away. Qui-Gon looked down.
“You my new Master?” it sounded as if he was saying ‘mostah’ instead of ‘master’.
“It is ‘Are you my new Master’ and yes, I am.”
The boy nodded against his chest. “I like you. You warm.” He snuggled closer to the tall Master.
“You ARE warm,” he corrected. 
Qui-Gon distantly remembered his own turning, though his had started when he was already ten. This was also a rather young age by his kind’s standards, but Qui-Gon had never heard of a case where the child was turning at the tender age of three. No wonder that the boy was so small.
The long haired man enveloped his new charge with his other arm too. The boy was shivering. This was completely normal. When the body was turning, it reduced certain activities – like holding the right temperature for an instance – in order to make the necessary changes. The senses would become sharper and better, the muscles would change, allowing the vampire to become inhumanly fast and strong and of course the fangs as well as the conversion to blood drinking. The increasing senses would most likely cause irritation, perhaps even dizziness and disorientation, but that would come much later. ‘Much’ was relative, especially in the eyes of a vampire, but Qui-Gon knew that he still had enough time to prepare for then.

Qui-Gon was glad that he had finally reached his quarters. Obi-Wan had started nibbling on his fingers instead of his own thumb. The Master mentally added a chewing toy to the list of things he would need. It would most likely look utterly ridiculous, but it would help. Also, his furniture would be left alone.

“Are you hungry?” he asked aloud. The child nodded. “Very well.” He sat the child down and gave him an encouraging swat on the backside, allowing him to take a look around.

Of course Qui-Gon had seen the countless cartons that were standing in the entrance to his rooms. He wondered what things he would find inside, it looked so much. Thankfully the boxes were labeled and he did not have to search long to find a small baby bottle and a heater for it. He guessed that the boy was not in the mood to have something to eat that he actually had to chew, his mouth most likely hurt too much for that. So he quickly heated some milk, while his new charge inspected his new living place.

“Do you like it?” he asked, when the boy entered the kitchen.

Obi-Wan nodded, his blue-green eyes gazed up at the tall man. “It’s lively, lot of plants,” he explained.

Qui-Gon could not help but chuckle at the innocent delight. Xanatos had never reacted this well to the countless exotic plants that occupied his quarters. “I am glad you think so little one. Though I fear that I should warn you, there might be more in the future.” He had a tendency to bring strange life forms with him, plants included.

“It’s alright,” the boy shrugged, “As long as I don’t have t’ share my bed.”

“Don’t worry,” the long haired man laughed. When had been the last time he had laughed, truly laughed that much? “I promise not to touch your room, unless you want me to.”

Obi-Wan looked as if he wanted to say something else, but the beeping of the finished heater caught his attention.

“What this?”

“What IS this,” he corrected, “And this is your meal. It’s not much, but once I have unpacked all those things in the hallway, I can make you something proper, alright?”

“Kay,” he seemed satisfied enough.

After Qui-Gon had checked if the warmed milk was not too hot for the three year old Initiate, did he hand the child the bottle, who happily started sucking on the bottle’s nipple after he had thanked the tall male. He quickly grimaced and pulled away again however.

“Yucky.”

The sight was comically, but Qui-Gon furrowed his brow. The milk was not expired, he had checked that and it had not smelled spoiled either. So, what could be the problem?

“I wonder… Obi-Wan, can you give me the bottle for a moment please?”

“Kay,” his scowl turned into curiosity and his blue-green eyes watched in interest, when Qui-Gon opened the bottle again and set it on the counter, before opening the refrigerator.  

A tugging on the Jedi Master’s pants made Qui-Gon aware of the tiny boy, who was standing on his toes to peek – very unsuccessful – onto the counter. Without much thought, he picked the child up, who gave a delighted squeal upon being lifted, and sat him on top the counter, so that he could look over the whole kitchen.

Obi-Wan was humming a small melody, his head moving from left to right and back again and legs swinging forth and back, while watching how the Jedi Master put – from his point of view – strange red stuff into the milk. Immediately the white fluid turned pinkish.

“Try again,” the Jedi encouraged.

This time, the boy DID like the food and Qui-Gon had the feeling that nothing could separate his charge from the bottle, not even the Force itself. He shook his head and put the synthetic blood back into the refrigerator so that it would stay cold. It was unusual for young vampire to already consume blood, especially when their fangs had not yet fully appeared. Then again, Obi-Wan seemed to be quite the unique child. Qui-Gon liked that, it would make his life much more interesting, perhaps even more challenging, but he was a Jedi, he was born to face all kinds of situations.

“Master?” he had already consumed half of the bottle.

“Yes, young one?”

“Why are your teeth so funny?”

“Are they?” he turned to stand in front of the ginger haired boy and gave him a toothy smile. The boy’s brows furrowed in confusion. Qui-Gon decided to take mercy on him, at least for now and let his fangs come out. The effect was immediate. Blue-green eyes widened to an impossible size and he even forgot to keep drinking. A small hand reached out and Qui-Gon gently took it and allowed the boy to touch one of his fangs.

“Be careful, they are sharp.”

Obi-Wan drew back in awe. “Why… em…” he did not seem to know what he actually wanted to ask, but Qui-Gon guessed it nevertheless.

“I am a vampire young one, I need them to drink blood.”

“Like me,” he gave the tall man a broad grin, presenting his own white teeth.

“Yes, exactly.”

Then the Initiate’s features turned thoughtful. “Will I get them too?”

“You already are,” Qui-Gon explained patiently, “that’s why it hurts here.” He motioned to his own gums.

A scowl appeared on Obi-Wan’s features. “Don’t want it to hurt,” he pouted.

“I know,” his voice was gentle and he reached out to ruffle ginger spikes affectionately. “It will get better.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, now drink.” The Initiate did as he was told.

A little while later, Obi-Wan lay sleeping in the Jedi Master’s own large bed. Qui-Gon had not found the time to set up the young one’s own. He would do that tomorrow.

With a fond expression, that was rather unusual for Qui-Gon nowadays, did he watch the rhythmic rise and fall of a small chest and a sudden realization hit the long haired Master.

“Damn meddling troll, damn Force,” he grumbled under his breath. He should have realized that the fledgling bond had just been a sign for something greater. Not that Qui-Gon would ever admit it aloud, but he was overly excited when he thought about their future. He couldn’t wait for the days, when he would teach Obi-Wan how to hide his fangs and how to use them. He couldn’t wait to teach the bright child the ways of the Force, as well as the ways of their kind.

Perhaps, just perhaps, he was already a little bit too attached for his own good. He could already feel the mostly painful memories of his former apprentice, fading into nothingness. But it couldn’t be that bad now, could it? Not when the Force so obviously approved. Besides, it was about time to move on, wasn’t it? After all it was him, who always preached to live in the here and now.


(five years later)

“Master! Master!” an accented voice yelled loudly from the other end of the hallway. Qui-Gon had barely enough time to turn around, before a small body collided with his own with inhuman speed.

“Padawan,” gasped the older male out, when the boy’s body met his own.

“Hello Master,” the ginger haired Jedi looked up sheepishly. He knew that he was not supposed to use his vampire speed inside the temple and especially not to tackle his teacher.

“What has gotten you so excited?” Qui-Gon asked instead of scolding his apprentice for his lapse in control.

Blue-green eyes were inflamed with excitement. “Master, do you remember the lesson about my heightened senses?”

“You mean the one from last week? How could I forget, with your constant complaining about the smell of our apartment?”

The boy flushed in embarrassment and he cleared his throat, “Well, that was last week, but I have got it better under control now.” Qui-Gon only raised an eyebrow at that, challenging his Padawan’s claim. “I can prove it, here. Remember how you told me to concentrate, to focus on one single thing at a time before seeing the whole? Well, I did.”

“That is good to hear young one,” he praised.

“That’s not all,” he quickly cut in, “I was in the Room of a thousand Fountains you see and I was practicing this technique, when I suddenly detected the slight stench of blood in the air. It was weak, very weak, but still there. I found it questionable that the Fountain room smelled of blood, but since the Force had not given me a warning, I decided to investigate. Guess what I have found.”

“I have not the slightest idea,” he was not worried, the Force was absolutely calm and if Obi-Wan were in danger, he would know.

“This,” he presented what he was holding in his right hand that had previously been closed lightly. It took a moment for Qui-Gon to recognize the being for what it was, but then he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“A leech? You found a leech?”

“Yeah, he was the reason, why there was a minimal trace of blood in the air. See, it’s all full and squishy.”

“Indeed, your little friend has feasted on this fine day and was probably holding a digestive sleep before you interrupted it.”

“I do not think there is anything that could disrupt it,” Obi-Wan deadpanned. He hesitated a moment, one of his fingers from his left hand, absentmindedly stroking the little bloodsucker. “He is a lot like us, isn’t he?”

“SHE shares a few of our quirks, yes.” Were he not Master of the Living Force, then he would not have known that the little bloodsucker was truly a ‘she’ and not a ‘he’.

“She doesn’t have fangs though,” the Padawan grinned.

“No,” Qui-Gon agreed, “but she needs blood for surviving and she usually does not leave the place of her birth. And our kind usually does not leave their clans and families either.”

“But you did… and I too… why? Did they not like us?”

Qui-Gon sighed, “I don’t know Padawan.”

The boy looked thoughtful for a moment, his gaze resting on the leech, he was still petting the little animal, which seemed to enjoy it. “I think it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh?”

Blue-green eyes sparkled with mirth, when he looked up into his Master’s face. “You are my family now, you and Master Yoda. And I wouldn’t have met you, had I been kept hidden.”

“If you see it like this, then I too am grateful that I was given away,” he smiled down at the ginger haired boy. “Now come young one, let’s see if we can find a place for your little friend.” Obi-Wan obediently trotted after him.

Jeeny, as Obi-Wan had called the black leech, had soon found a new home in the Jinn/Kenobi quarters. The tall vampire had found an old and unused aquarium, which he and his student had prepared for the leech. After Obi-Wan had promised to take care of her, had the older Jedi even allowed the boy to place the now inhabited aquarium in the living room.

During the set up, the long haired Jedi Master had gotten the feeling that Jeeny would not be alone for very long, but strangely he did not seem to mind. He always had a weakness for pathetic life forms and if his Padawan adopted this strange aspect of his personality, then that was fine with him.

True to his word, the Padawan did indeed take very good care of the leech. It had actually grown. Qui-Gon was not bothered about it, not about the leech. He WAS however bothered, that his apprentice was spending more time with his strange pet than with anybody – himself excluded – else. When the Jedi Master had asked his Padawan if he didn’t want to spent time with his fellow Padawans or perhaps the Initiates, the boy had evaded the topic. It left the Master more concerned though. And he was more determined than ever to find out, what was really going on. Little did he know that he would find the reason for his student’s isolation only a few days later.


(several days later)

Qui-Gon was sparring with Mace Windu this day. It had been a while since they had last fought and since the taller male had beaten the Council member, something that needed to be rectified immediately. They had already run through the whole warm up and were already engaged in their duel. It wasn’t too serious at first, they had to get used to each other again, but it would soon turn into a hard work out for the both of them.

Mace attacked, Qui-Gon parried. Another attack, this time the tall Master dodged and missed his mark by mere inches. Again did the Korun Master dash forward, Qui-Gon was already prepared and ready to counterattack, but sudden pain that came through his bond with Obi-Wan, made him freeze. Mace, who had not expected his friend to freeze in the middle of their workout, ran right into him and both Jedi Master tumbled to the ground, dignity going down with them.

“By the Force, Qui-Gon!” Mace exclaimed, “What was that?”

But the male with the midnight blue eyes did not listen. He was mechanically pushing himself up from the ground, his eyes were distant and his focus was elsewhere too. “Obi-Wan,” he breathed out, before coming back to himself. He fully pulled himself back to his feet and began to run at an inhuman speed, following his bond with his apprentice, his lightsaber was forgotten on the ground of the training hall. Mace Windu, who was more than baffled by his friend’s strange behavior, picked the discarded weapon up and ran after his comrade. Even with Force enhanced speed, did he have no chance of keeping up with the vampire.

Qui-Gon Jinn was not amused by what he found, when he had finally reached his Padawan’s location, not amused at all. Actually, he was beyond furious and only his long training as a Jedi, did keep him from lashing out right then and there.

Obi-Wan was lying on the ground of one of the Initiate’s training halls, cornered by three Initiates, all taller and bigger than him. The leader of the small Initiate group had an ugly grin plastered on his features and he ran his hand through his white hair, confident and arrogant.

“What is it Oafy-Wan? Aren’t you going to defend yourself?” asked the white haired boy, causing his two sidekicks to snicker, “Or do you think yourself above us, just because you are a Padawan?”

“Yeah,” the boy to the leader’s right cut in, “You are nothing Kenobi, just a freak.”

Qui-Gon heard his boy whimper, he wouldn’t have noticed it, hadn’t it been for his advanced hearing. A foot collided with the ginger haired Padawan’s body and this time, the pained cry was loud enough.

The leader laughed cruelly. “You freaks aren’t as scary and tough as you claim, are you? I bet you and your Master could not even hurt a fly.”

“Care to test that theory?” Qui-Gon spoke up, causing the Initiates to turn around, eyes wide in fear that soon turned to terror, when they saw what was awaiting them. Qui-Gon had allowed his blue eyes to turn red – the standard color for vampire eyes – and his fangs to emerge in all their pride and glory. He growled deep in his throat, just for show, but the effect was worth it.

The three Initiates stumbled away from him and from Obi-Wan, they were shaking in terror and it looked like they were about to faint. Were they not Jedi, they probably would already have. Qui-Gon knew he could look terrifying when he wanted to.

“Go and if I EVER see you insulting or bullying my Padawan again, I will NOT hold back, Jedi Order and Jedi Code be damned,” he growled. As if death itself was behind them – and in a way it was – the three Initiates ran out of the hall, their feet making loud sounds on the wooden floor. Qui-Gon gazed after them for a while, listening to their retreating steps, before he turned to his injured student.


Careful and slow, so that he would not startle the young vampire, did he approach Obi-Wan. The boy had curled himself into a tight ball, facing away from his Master. It was a reaction born out of instinct and Qui-Gon kneeled down to look and appear less intimidating.

The younger Jedi’s shoulders were shaking, small sobs and whimpers escaped him, which only increased, when Qui-Gon bend over him.

“Padawan,” he laid a hand on ginger locks and softly patted the young boy’s head, only to stop in his movement, when he touched something hard that was not supposed to be there. With furrowed brows did the Master inspect what it was and in horror did he realize that his precious boy had been bound with a muzzle. Fury arose once more in the tall man. How dare anybody treat his Padawan like this? They had no right, none of them. Obi-Wan was no monster, no animal that could be tied and caged, just because he COULD pose a threat.

“Hold still,” he said as gently as he could. He was not sure if Obi-Wan even heard, the boy was most likely trapped in his own little world.

Nevertheless, the older vampire leaned down and captured the leather between his fangs, while his fingers found their way into the small mesh around Obi-Wan’s face. The Padawan’s breath was quick and warm against Qui-Gon’s finger and more determined than ever, did the Master make short process with the hated device.

He tossed it somewhere over his shoulder, but was stunned when the metallic bouncing just stopped. He looked around and found himself gazing into shocked brown eyes of a certain dark skinned Council member. His vampire nature prompted him to act before his brain could. The next moment, Qui-Gon found himself positioned right over his Padawan, his larger body protecting the smaller one from view. His fangs were completely out, red eyes blazing in fury and warning and he openly hissed threateningly at one of the most powerful Jedi in the whole Order.

“Qui-Gon,” there was a small tremor in his voice that indicated fear.

Qui-Gon did not care. This human was a threat to his young one and he would not allow him anywhere near his charge. Neither did he care that he was actually acting like a FEMALE vampire, who was protecting her child. He was a Master of the Living Force after all, he was allowed to be overprotective and sometimes very emotional.

“Qui,” the Korun Master held up his hands, in one of them rested a lightsaber that was not his own, “it’s ME, Mace Windu, your friend. I am here to help you, remember?”

The long haired vampire did, but he would not take a risk, not with his little one in such pain and distress.

“Be gone,” he growled, still presenting his razor sharp teeth.

The dark skinned Jedi swallowed heavily, Qui-Gon could hear his heartbeat quickening, causing the blood in his veins to run faster. “Alright… see?” he took slow steps back, his eyes never leaving Qui-Gon, “I am just going to put your lightsaber on the ground and then I am going to leave, alright?”

The tall vampire did only relax, when he could not feel the Council member anywhere near his charge. His lightsaber remained forgotten on the wooden floor, it too, did not matter right now.

“Little one,” his voice was warm and comforting.

“M…Master,” sniffed the Padawan.

The brown haired male took this as an allowance to lift the small and injured body up and to hold Obi-Wan close to his chest. The ginger haired boy hid his face in his elder’s neck, his hands fisting into beige tunics.

“What happened?” Two small fists tightened their hold. “Please,” he tightened his embrace and sat back against the wall for support, “I am here now. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore, I promise. I’ll keep you save, but you have to tell me what happened.”

A whimper, “We were sparring,” his voice was barely above a whisper and hadn’t it been for Qui-Gon’s close proximity and increased hearing, he would not have understood the boy. “Bant, she’s an Initiate in my group,” another sniff, “She was sparring with me and fell on bench. She had hit her head and was… was unconscious and… and bleeding.”

The small body tensed. “Sshhh, it’s alright now, little one. What happened next?”

The young Padawan turned his head and his wide blue-green eyes looked pleadingly up at his elder. There were still blood tears escaping his eyes and they were leaving red marks on pale skin. Also, the collar of Qui-Gon’s tunic was red too.

“I couldn’t control it,” there was panic in his voice and the words escaped him faster and louder than before, “They just appeared.”

“Who appeared?”

“My fangs,” cried the boy. “I didn’t want to bite her and I didn’t want to drink her blood, you have to believe me. It didn’t even cross my mind.”

“I do believe you, little one,” he guided his charge’s head back to rest against his shoulder again. “But I guess that someone didn’t?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, “Bruck and his friends…”

“Bruck?” interrupted Qui-Gon.

“The white haired boy,” the Jedi Master made sure to remember THAT one VERY well. “He saw my fangs… and he said that I had attacked Bant. I would never attack her, she’s my friend… my only one.”

“But she was unconscious and couldn’t tell the truth?”

“Yes,” the ginger haired Padawan nodded.

“And your teacher?” He had a good guess on how this story was going to continue.

“She said that she had always known that this was going to happen. She said that she had prepared herself and she… she…” his voice broke off, interrupted by sobbing.

“She forced that horrendous thing upon you,” Qui-Gon finished.

“Y…yes,” he nodded, “I ran away then and hid, but Bruck and his friends found me.”

“I see,” he gently laid on of his large hands on wet and slightly bruised cheeks and wiped the tear stains away, not caring about the red spots it caused on his fingers.

“I’m… I’m so… so sorry, Master.”
“Hush now, there is nothing to be sorry about. You are at the beginning of your life Obi-Wan, you will gather experiences and you will learn. Don’t worry, I am going to help you get your fangs under control…” he hesitated, “Perhaps a visit to my biological family is in order. It might do you good to live among our kind. Who knows, perhaps even I can learn from them.”
“I would like that very much,” the Padawan admitted.

“Then it’s settled.” In theory, he would have to ask the Council first, but Qui-Gon doubted that his old Master would say no and even if, Qui-Gon would just defy him.

He also had a certain Jedi to visit and teach HER a lesson or two. Nobody touches his boy like this, make him a monster and someone to laugh at. The tall Master knew from experience how terrible a muzzle could be and he would keep Obi-Wan save from such things, as best as he could.

“Come on, let’s get back to our quarters, shall we?”

Obi-Wan simply nodded and after Qui-Gon had called his lightsaber to his hand and made sure that at least his fangs were hidden, did he leave the training hall…

SummerSailWeek (Jaspar)

Okay, so the boys’ current adventure inspired me to write this. Sorry. - July 2017 ///

Joshua Pieters is drunk. Absolutely fucking pissed. There’s no doubt about that. And somehow his glass seems to fill itself up every time he decides that he has had enough. Music is blasting in his ears and the only thing holding him upright is the mass of writhing, sweating bodies around him. The sun set a few hours ago. Or maybe a few minutes. He’s not sure. The air smells like sea salt and cigarette smoke and perspiration and weed. He tries calling for his mates, but can’t seem to locate even one of them. Where did they disappear to?

A girl with dirty blonde hair is tugging on his arm, causing beer to slosh around her cup precariously. She’s grinning maniacally, breath reeking of alcohol.
“Let’s go for a swim!” the stranger insists cheekily, now pushing her chest out to show off her cleavage. Josh shrugs her off. He has a thing going with someone back in London and, quite frankly, the girl just doesn’t do it for him.
“Prick!” he hears the holler as he starts trudging toward their yacht once more. Well, he hope he’s heading in the direction of the boat. The girl’s friends’ sniggers are still echoing in his ears and he just can’t seem to focus on even walking properly. Perhaps another drink will clear his senses…

Just as Josh is about to turn around and head back towards the bar, he crashes into the approaching figure of Jack Maynard. Jack looks considerably more sober and laughs heartily when he realises in what a maudlin state Josh is. He scowls at his former roommate. Suddenly, he can’t remember where exactly he was headed.

“Jack, buddy, where’s…” he starts, but stops mid-sentence due to a fit of hiccups. Jack is still chuckling, apparently finding Josh’s current situation bloody hilarious.

“Where’s,” he starts again, desperately trying not to wobble on the spot, even though the earth seems to be spinning 100x faster than it’s supposed to, “Joe and Caspar?”

He’s lisping his words. Yeah, he must’ve been looking for those two. Sounds about right.
Jack eyes him up and down, looking concerned.
“Mate, how fucking wasted are you? Caspar and I just arrived. Where do you think they are?” he replies before rolling his eyes, giving Josh a sympathetic smile and disappearing into the crowd once more.

Only now does Josh realise just how drunk he must be. Because of course he knows where Caspar and Joe are. Together. Like they always are. Bloody inseparable. And he really does not want to intrude right now. They haven’t seen each other in a couple of days and a hot and bothered Jaspar is something he’d really rather not see. So he shakes his head and goes looking for something to drink instead.

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Caspar Lee is sprawled across the double bed in Joe’s cabin on the yacht which Joe, Oli and Josh occupied until now. He discarded his shirt somewhere on their way here. Or maybe before that. Honestly, he’s a bit tipsy. Anyway, Croatia is bloody hot and he’s still sweating, even in just his swimming trunks. His best friend is lying next to him, also shirtless, gesticulating wildly as he brings Caspar up to date on all the adventures he and Josh and Oli had while Caspar was with Jack and Byron and the rest in Ibiza.

“Mate, this is the best fucking place. Let’s just stay here,” Joe says, grinning lazily at him. His head is resting on his propped-up arm and he’s splayed on his side, so that he can look at Caspar while talking.

“Yeah,” Caspar answers absent-mindedly - more than a bit distracted by Joe’s gorgeous abs and tanned skin so close to him - heat practically radiating off his small frame. Sure, they have a lot of catching up to do, but right now Caspar has other things in mind.

“So, how was Ibiza?” Joe enquires, examining his fingernails. Caspar doesn’t say anything. He gets up, swiftly closes the door to the cabin and crawls back onto the bed, needing to touch Joe right fucking now.

Joe throws his head back and laughs.
"What are you on about, Caspar? Right now?”
But there’s a mischievous twinkle in Joe’s eyes and he’s spreading his legs ever so slowly. Caspar grins happily and finally lowers himself on top of his best mate, their sticky chests instantly plastering together. He feels Joe’s hot breath against his neck and sighs contentedly.
“I missed you so much, buddy.”
Now it’s Joe’s turn to be silent.

Caspar moves against Joe’s crotch, earning himself an adorable little whimper.
The stuffy cabin is getting hotter by the second, but Caspar can’t be bothered to waste time turning on the air conditioning.
“I’m really fucking knackered, mate. Tomorrow morning,” Joe says and chuckles, his chest vibrating against Caspar’s. Caspar huffs in annoyance, but he knows that Joe’s only teasing. He wants, needs, this right now as well.
“Joe,” he moans, pouting. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”
Joe raises his eyebrows. “You’re fucking insatiable, mate. You know that?”

This best-friends-with-benefits thing started about a year after they moved in together and continued after they moved out (of course). Everyone always jokes about the sexual tension between Jaspar. Little do they know where that initial careful touching and those seemingly innocent cuddles eventually led. They aren’t gay. Not that either of them has a problem with homosexuality or any other sexuality, of course. Honestly, they’ve never really given much thought to this thing between them and what it actually means, what it says about their sexualities and themselves. It just feels…natural to get off with Joe. It’s like they’re getting themselves off, they decided once, since they’re essentially one person, always being together and sharing each other’s thoughts. “Telepathy” all their friends always say while shaking their heads when one of them completes the other’s sentence. And there isn’t any romantic feelings that comes with the sex and kisses and touches and hand-holding. Just love, but the kind you have for your soulmate, your best friend. There isn’t anything weird about it. Okay, Caspar knows it’s not exactly considered normal to participate in sexual activities with your best mate and that the touching and cuddling should actually be platonic… But when has he and Joe ever been normal? What they have is something special, something most people can only dream of.

Joe tugs a little on Caspar’s hair, resulting in the escape of a tiny, embarrassing yelp from Caspar’s mouth. Caspar smiles gleefully at the action and swiftly sits up, before grabbing onto Joe’s lean frame and lifting the other boy unceremoniously so that he’s straddling Caspar’s lap.
“Fuck you,” Joe exclaims, but he’s grinning and pressing his small body shamelessly against Caspar’s lower region, resulting in low groans escaping both of them. They are so comfortable in each other’s presence. It’s actually concerning. That’s what their mates say at least. They spend way too much time together and yet it’s never enough.

Caspar pulls himself from his thoughts and instead hungrily presses his mouth against Joe’s, who responds immediately and eagerly by sliding his tongue into Caspar’s mouth. Caspar reacts so swiftly that their teeth clash, hard. This results in the both of them erupting into a fit of giggles, but they continue after they’ve calmed down. Joe is clutching and tugging at Caspar’s hair, grinding faster against him now, panting slightly. Their ragged breathing is drowned out by the noises of the ongoing party. Caspar is rock-fucking-hard. He pulls away from the kiss only to attack Joe’s neck again, biting and sucking and worshipping the sensitive skin there. Joe makes a low growling sound in the back of his throat and Caspar smiles against him, pleased at always being able to reduce the sarcastic, seemingly cold boy to a quivering, blushing mess. Joe is his and only his.

"You’re leaving marks, Jesus,” Joe says, sending a shiver running through Caspar.
“Fuck it,” he replies and bites down on Joe’s shoulder lightly, earning an encouraging moan for his efforts. Joe is moving his body more boldly against Caspar’s now, the friction created by the drag of their dicks, separated only by two thin layers of fabric, against one another driving Caspar insane. He’s trying to prevent his eyes from rolling back in his head at the sensation of Joe’s hard-on rubbing against his own. A wet patch is forming in his swimsuit and he wants it off. He needs to come and yet he needs it to last forever. Joe continues his torturous rhythm of twisting and bucking his hips. Caspar digs his nails helplessly into Joe’s back, desperate for something to grab on to, because he is falling apart. Joe smirks sardonically and pushes himself even harder against Caspar. It is too fucking much.

"Joe, oh God, slow…down,” he breathes against Joe’s neck, the lovebites there already turning a raging mixture of red and purple. He runs his fingers slowly through Joe’s hair, staring into his eyes. Joe grunts, but does as Caspar asked nonetheless. Caspar starts tracing lazy circles across the other boy’s abdomen, hard muscles contracting beneath his delicate touch. He kisses Joe’s collarbones and dips his tongue into his clavicle. He lets his fingers roam until they found Joe’s pert little nipples, before he pinches them lightly. Joe moans and lets his head drop onto Caspar’s shoulder, still sitting in Caspar’s lap and palming his erection. Caspar loves the way Joe moans. He moans like a fucking pornstar, all loud gasps and shouts and desperate grunts. He flicks his tongue across Joe’s chest, before taking one of his nipples into his mouth and sucking softly. Joe bucks fiercely against him.

"Caspar, Jesus, Caspar, please.”
He’s begging now, his fingers digging into the headboard behind Caspar, trembling. Caspar merely hums against him.

After a few minutes of wandering hands that grip and feel and squeeze and worship, sloppy kisses and whispered endearments, Joe becomes really impatient, his grunted pleas not having fazed Caspar in the slightest. God, he is an impatient one, always nagging at Caspar, who likes taking his time in bed.

"Mate, if you’re not going to fucking…” he starts furiously, but Caspar cuts him off by pulling him into a crushing hug, teasing. Joe pushes him away with surprising strength. He grips Caspar’s wrists in a steady hand, pinning them above his head. Then he’s briskly pulling down Caspar’s swimming trunks, murmuring something that sounds like “fuck you” and the gruffness of his voice sends Caspar’s heart beating out of his chest. It’s, of course, nothing compared to Joe firmly and suddenly cupping him in his hand. Caspar throws his head back, marvelling at the sensation of Joe’s capable fingers wrapped around him. His mouth is hanging open and Joe is most likely going to mock him for it later, as well as his loud breathing, but right now Caspar doesn’t give a fuck.

He pulls his arms free from Joe’s loosening grip and, with fumbling hands, reaches for the smaller boy’s swimsuit. He can’t seem to pull it off properly, too focussed on Joe’s hands that are everywhere, all over him, moving in just the right way. Joe huffs in fake annoyance and slips out of his pants himself and tosses them across the room, revealing his marvelous, leaking prick.

"Fuck, Joe,” Caspar breathes against his neck, reaching to grip Joe’s length firmly in his palm. Joe truly is beautiful. Caspar can’t think of a word that describes him better. He loves Joe’s floppy, impossibly soft hair - always impeccably styled. He loves his lively eyes and his smirks and grins and soft smiles. He loves his slender wrists and ankles. He loves his portruding hipbones and spine. He loves his tanned skin and thick eyebrows. He loves his nose and his ears and his fingers and his knobby knees. Caspar just thinks Joe is gorgeous. Joe doesn’t believe it when Caspar tells him, of course. Always brushes it off as a joke or taunts Caspar about it…

Joe’s dick is hot and heavy and a trickle of pre-come coats his hand in stickiness, but he doesn’t mind. Their position is a bit awkward and their arms knock together on several occasions as they wank one another with relentless strokes, but he doesn’t mind.
Of course he doesn’t mind. This is fucking brilliant. With a hazy mind and his favourite person in the world on top of him… Caspar can’t possible be any happier. He pulls Joe harshly towards him with his free hand, trying to smash their mouths together again, but it sends both of them tumbling into the soft, fluffy duvet. Joe falls on top of Caspar, their arms now painfully trapped between their bodies.
"You little shit,” Joe says and laughs. He sits up, astride Caspar, his free arm placed on Caspar’s chest for support, and resumes his skilled strokes. They continue to jerk each other off, both rapidly nearing their climax. There’s no lube around, so, sadly, they’ll have to wait until they’ve purchased some before they can go all the way again. But this is enough for now. As long as Caspar gets to be with Joe. After all this time, they know exactly how to get each other off; what they like, what they don’t, how to get there quickly, how to draw it out.

"Joe…want to…together,” Caspar wheezes, as his lungs are failing him. They perpetually do in Joe’s presence. Joe nods his acknowledgement and speeds up his paste a little. Caspar pulls Joe’s face down towards his own and bites down on Joe’s bottom lip in an attempt to be a bit more quiet, but Joe’s surprised "oh” just manages to fuel Caspar’s wanton sounds. He feels his orgasm coming on; it’s going to be a mind-blowing one, all right. He grips Joe’s dick tighter and swirls his thumb over the exposed head, dipping slightly into the slit. Suddenly, Joe swats his hand away from his prick, earning himself a puzzled look from Caspar. Joe climbs off him and Caspar instantly feels shattered, confused. Did I do something wrong?

Joe merely laughs - a deep, throaty chuckle. Then he kneels between Caspar’s shaking legs. And, without warning, takes Caspar’s cock into his mouth.
“Jesus fuck, Joe!”
Joe moves his tongue over the tip, tasting the bitter-salty pre-come residing there and feeling way too fucking aroused at the thought of Caspar disappearing inside of him. He licks along Caspar’s shaft, making his dick twitch in anticipation. Then, finally, he swallows the entire length, so that his nose is buried in the nest of curls from which Caspar’s dick is proudly jutting. Tears are leaking out of his eyes, his nose is running and a dribble of spit is dangling off his chin, but all Caspar can think is “beautiful”.

And then he comes. In long white spurts down Joe’s throat while screaming “fuck fuck fuck” over and over again. Joe only needs to give himself a few tugs before he’s coming too, scrunching his eyes shut and exhaling loudly. He lies down next to Caspar once more and snuggles closer to him, sticky and still panting.
“I missed you, too,” Joe whispers in his ear after they’ve regained their ability to speak. Caspar swings his arms around Joe, his back now pressed against Caspar’s chest.
“I love you,” they say at the same time. Joe’s eyes are closed, but his breathing hasn’t yet turned even. Caspar regards him endearingly, running his fingers slowly up and down his bicep. Beautiful. And maybe it’s the alcohol. And maybe it’s some divine force intervening. But Caspar realises, finally, finally, that perhaps he has been in love with Joe all this time. And that maybe they have always been more than best friends. And suddenly he wants to hit himself and scream and curse for being so fucking stupid for so bloody long. And he knows that he has all the time in the world to tell him, but he whispers anyway, “I’m in love with you.” And Joe smiles knowingly. And kisses him slowly. And then they fall asleep in each other’s arms. And everything is as it’s supposed to be…

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Josh makes sure to not even go near Joe’s cabin when he stumbles onto the yacht at around 4am. He warns Oli as well. And wonders when his two closest friends will realise that they have been in love all this time. He thinks it’s bound to happen very soon, if it hasn’t already.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask for the captains' reactions to their S/O giving them some ear picking? How much would they like or dislike having their ears picked? Maybe Tsukki and Yam for extra? Thank you~ I love all of your HCs

This makes me think about how my brother and his partner will literally spend hours just picking at each other’s back. They will not stop until each and every blackhead, pimple, or ingrown hair is taken care of. I love those weirdos!

And I just stuck with the captains on this one, love, I hope that’s okay!

Hope that you enjoy, Anon!


Sawamura Daichi: I feel like it would be something that Daichi would easily get accustomed to. Like, at first he questions them and gets a little freaked out when they go to stick a bobby pin in there or something, but eventually just lets them do their thing. It probably even turns habitual where they have their nights just dedicated to the act, lol.

Kuroo Tetsurou: It’s not that he doesn’t necessarily like it, he just likes to complain. He won’t ever tell them to stop or anything along those lines, he just whines the entire time, like “oi, I won’t have any good stuff left for myself in there. How else am I gonna block out Lev’s voice?” Oh, he probably cracks himself up too much and moves the wrong way resulting in an uncontrollable cough (like when your parents would clean your ears and just stick the swab in just the right place).

Oikawa Tooru: Squirms like the devil! He cannot sit still throughout the entire process! It probably just gets to the point where they don’t even bother trying to get inside his ear and just focus on the outer ear instead. Oh, and what’s this pimple hanging out in this little curve? “Noooooooo,” he’d laugh though despite it all. It’s probably not something that occurs very often due to his inability to sit still.

Bokuto Koutarou: I have a feeling that he’s more the type to constantly be pulling away when he thinks they’ve gone too deep or something? Like, they barely stick in a cotton swab when he’s shuddering and pulling his shoulder up to his ear like, “you almost hit my eardrum!” An exaggeration, of course, but I just don’t see him sitting through the whole process, at least not very often!

Ushijima Wakatoshi: They probably do this for each other all the time. And they take turns. One ear at a time, they’re getting up in there! Omg, it’s one of those things where they catch up on everything that happened throughout the day. Maybe they don’t have dinner a lot together or something and they finish the night off with some grooming and bonding!

Terushima Yuuji: This one probably can’t sit still throughout either! But it might be more to do with that he prefers to do it himself; just feels more comfortable that way for him. I’m sure there are instances in which he can’t get something or, ya know, he can’t see so he needs them to come to his rescue! Of course, this probably leads to at least a whole session of them going from ear to ear!

anonymous asked:

Holy shit Burnie is fucking amazing. Can you do a fic where Burnie is on the podcast and the reader keeps sending him some naughty photos and gets him super flustered? Maybe ending in smut? If not, intended smut is just as good!!

A/N - Heyo, first time writing Burnie here! It’s been a while since I’ve had to venture out of my comfort zone and attempt writing a new person, so I hope I did decently enough for you, buddy! And I went with intended smut for this because it fit the direction of the fic a bit better, so I hope that’s not a problem. Enjoy!

Pairing - Burnie x Reader

Warnings - Swearing, nudity, implied smut

Word Count - 1, 353

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Who says you can’t go home? (Chapter 2)

Thank you to everyone who left me comments on chapter 1, it means the world to me that you guys liked my version of Bucky.
This is new scary territory and I feel like a starting fanfic writer again tackling a character I’ve never written before. So your encouraging words really make my day ;)

Story: Jess meets the mysterious Bucky at the homeless shelter where she volunteers and he saves her from an attacker, but is she really safe with Bucky?

Word Count: 2302

There’s no smut yet, I’m getting there but this chapter is pretty much Angst central. Mentions of Ptsd and panic attack.

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Chapter 1

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Who says you can’t go home? (chapter 2)

Jess woke up to the smell of coffee and someone shuffling around in her kitchen. The first hint of panic quickly sank when she remembered the previous night.

Bucky…

She found him in her kitchen pouring two cups of coffee and putting toast on a plate while eggs were cooking on the stove. His gloves were still on the kitchen counter where she left them last night. 
Her eyes rested a little longer on his metal hand and how he gently poured the coffee with it. 

He almost looked relaxed, like this was a regular morning routine and they were not just two strangers who spent the night together.

‘You’re making me breakfast?’ she smiled in surprise.

‘I didn’t want to wake you, good morning,’ he greeted her with a soft warm smile, the biggest one she had seen on him so far.

‘You woke me a couple of times last night,’ she grabbed a cup and took a sip from the coffee while she looked at him,’ you’re quite the restless sleeper, I think I’ve heard you talk more in your sleep last night than in the entire time we’ve known each other.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he spoke softly with an apologetic little smile on his face.

‘It’s alright. I didn’t know you had Russian roots?’

Bucky froze at her words and as their eyes met the smile faded from his face,’ I spoke in Russian?’

‘It’s been a while since I’ve heard the language but I still recognize it very well, yes.’

The look in his eyes was one of sheer panic and he stepped back from the stove.

’Bucky, is everything alright?’

‘No, I have to go, I’m sorry.’

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