An issue arose during Po's (NUTTAPART TUNTISTINCHAI aka POOM) taste test with the masked man known as Peach Lover (NIWAT NAKNUAN aka KI) his mask did indeed slip and his identity was revealed.
Peach Lover is Sasom a professional actor known the world over, once revealed Peach Lover sends Po away.
But Sasom has developed a rapport with Po and approaches the virgin at his home with a deal to still allow Po to be his Peach but a gag order not to spill the beans of Sasom's true identity.
Po is fine with it. He's ready to be with Sasom and Sasom provides Po with his first experience in the art of making love.
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āFerus is the perfect Padawan, remember?ā Tru said as Ferus boarded the ship, trying to make Anakin feel better. āHe feels like he has to correct all of us.ā
Excerpt from Jude Watson's Jedi Quest Book 7 - The Moment of Truth
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Shots from my first time playing around with the character swap mods and it's so much fun; these shots look so cool! Giving our boys Leo and Rupert more exposure like they deserve!
Thank you for this prompt, anon! This has been chillin' in my inbox for awhile, waiting for me to get inspired. I had a hard time coming up with ideas, but then the 5b finale happened (do NOT read this if you haven't watched 5b yet!), so here's some 'I thought I lost you'-hurt/comfort for ya.
Oh, and, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fit the exact quote into this, so I did something else. Please forgive me.
Read it on Ao3.
19. Comforting the other + 16. 'There's nothing to be scared of, okay? I'm right here.'
Chloe waits till the last angel has ascended into the sky, till Maze and Eve have left hand-in-hand, till Amenadiel has followed them, proud and reverent, and till itās just her and Luciferāthen she falls apart.
Heās by her side in an instant, catching her before her knees hit the ground.
Her chest heaves rapidly as she chaotically gasps for air. Her lungs burn. Her head spins from lightness. Everything blurs. She canāt talk. Canāt think. Canāt breathe. Canāt be.
He sits on the ground, cradling her body, just like he did mere moments agoāwhen she died in his arms.
When he thought heād lost her forever.
But he didnāt.
He saved her.
Sheās here.
Heās here.
Undestroyed.
Risen from the flames.
Reborn.
(As God.)
And sheās here.
Sheās here with him.
He didnāt lose her.
She didnāt lose him.
He didnāt lose her.
He inhales shakily, forces himself to take slow, deep breathsāwills himself calm as Chloe breaks apart before him.
Her shirt is still soaked with her blood. Lilithās ring, now white, still rests on her left ring finger, an unspoken promise. A last goodbye. His ultimate sacrifice.
A sob builds in his chest at the sight, the aftershock suddenly threatening to wash over him and rip him apart.
But he pushes it down. Wraps his arms tighter around Chloe, pulls her closer, breathes deeper.
She pants against his shirt, her breaths hot and rapid. He desperately wants to take away her pain, to reach into her and justā¦ remove all the hurt. Fill her gaping wounds with sunshine and stardust.
He probably could, seeing as he's almighty now.
But he wonāt.
Sheās shaking with shock and grief, and every sob and gasp breaks his heart, but he wonāt erase her pain. She needs this. She needs to react, needs to cry out her agonyāto get through the pain, rather than skip it.
He needs it too, but later. Right now, he needs to just hold Chloe. To be here. With her. For her.
Sheās still trembling in his arms, fighting for air. He opens his mouth to say something, something thatāll help, but his mind is blank and his throat dry. He wants to say that everything is going to be okay, that thereās nothing to be scared of, but he canāt. Not when fear still clings to their skin and grief's so fresh they can barely breathe around the voids in their chests.
They lost Dan.
For a moment, they lost each other.
His eyes sting with tears begging to fall, and he lets them. Whether itās relief or sorrow, heās not sure. Perhaps a bit of both. Perhaps theyāre intertwined. Perhaps it doesnāt matter.
He pulls Chloe impossibly closer. Brushes a shaky thumb across the side of her face, looks into her wide, lost eyes.
āIām right here,ā he whispers; that he can say.
