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[sketchybusiness4130]

Not me making a silly au that then spiarls out of control and into an au that spans well over 200 years and all across the usa. Oh no

[centrally-unplanned]

I thought this was a well-framed piece on changing tastes in US literature - there absolutely has been a marked shift in what kinds of books are widely read over the past ~50 years. It also slots into some of my own themes around "what happened to all the capital-g Great People" discourse - will there be a new crop of "American Authors" a la Hemingway, Updike, etc, or is that passé, and if so why? Yingling (correctly imo) pushes back on the "death of literary fiction" as being something created wholesale by the internet and trends like declining attention spans - the death happened well before the internet took over everything (it was firmly established by the 2000's), and people do in fact read long books, just as much as they used to (most people never read hefty literature in any era).

Yingling instead posits that this shift is also not due to a change in reader taste, but instead more in "supply" - the death of easy revenue streams for literary authors, changes in how publishers operate, the chasing of awards and genre niches over general readers. To simplify, he believes that one could be an Updike of Our Era, if only one of sufficient talent truly tried and the gatekeepers pivoted to encouraging that. There is truth to the supply issues, but here I think he is overreaching - the supply is instead reflecting the changing demand.

This error is most exemplified in one of his arguments around why it hasn't changed, namely that people still read old literary fiction:

For one, people still read plenty of literary fiction, what they don’t read is contemporary literary fiction. Books like Pride and Prejudice, War and Peace, The Brothers Karamazov, etc still sell many thousands of copies every year, more than even big hits in contemporary literary fiction.5 And look at any survey of contemporary audiences' favorite books. Plenty of literary fiction there.6 So I think there’s a strong enough warrant here that the ‘taste-change’ hypothesis can’t be right either — unless the internet made people’s tastes magically shift away from contemporary literary fiction but not classics.

I don't specifically blame the internet, but I think this is revealing about the author's blindspots - people's tastes absolutely "magically shift" to classics over contemporary works! There is this thing, it is called status? Humans love it, they do so much because of it, and sometimes they even read books due to it! People are reading classic literature precisely because it is classic, it is "the canon". They are also Schelling Points to make reading social - you can easily form a book club around Wuthering Heights because everyone is "supposed" to read it; no one has to read whatever is #46 on the bestseller list today. That in fact drives a lot of media consumption more generally - people read the "hot new thing" and the classics so they can be a part of the wider conversation of society.

From this lens, from where the conversation is, I think you can see more shifts in the demand side that our author misses. He compares the best selling fiction of the 1960's, which was mainly literary fiction, to a sample from 2023:

It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros Atomic Habits by James Clear2 Dog Man: Twenty Thousand Fleas Under the Sea by Dav Pilkey

Which highlights that three of the five are romance novels (the others are a kid's book, which I don't think says anything, they don't "compete" with literary fiction; and a... nonfiction self-help book? So a typo by the list makers? Let's just ignore that). Now, for one, I would note that this being heavily female is saying a lot about how demand has changed, but that is a bit too obvious to belabor. Instead, I wanna interrogate that word "romance" - I don't think it means what the author wants it to. Let's look at It Ends With Us:

The story follows florist Lily Bloom, whose abusive relationship with neurosurgeon Ryle Kincaid is compounded when her high school boyfriend Atlas Corrigan re-enters her life. It explores themes of domestic violence and emotional abuse. Based on the relationship between her mother and father, Hoover described it as "the hardest book I've ever written".

I'm not saying this is Blood Meridian or anything, but this isn't Harlequin either - it is blending romance tropes with the introspective, the memoir, and some topical politics. At the same time that "literary fiction" has declined, other genres have "grown up" - they cover a lot more diverse ground, targeting demos more specifically and expanding their narrative and thematic scope.

There have been several literary cultural movements specifically playing with this kind of broadening - the decline of lit fic coincidenced with the "memoir boom" of the 90's & 2000's, where "ordinary people" wrote creative-fiction-esque retrospectives on their lives, which you can see covers a lot of similar ground. Hell, to tie it back into gender a bit, if I wanted a serious story about politics & war back in the day, pulp fantasy wasn't gonna do that for you - but it will today! The 2000's was an entire decade of fantasy novels "growing up" (ymmv on how well ofc), and you can get your discourses on the nature of fascism Star Wars™ flavored if that is your tea.

Yingling essentially rests his hat on the idea of the "general reader" being out there still, like literary fiction has deserted them. But I think at least in part, this is a story of evolution, not devolution; in the 1970's we didn't make enough non-general literature to make specialists of the masses. But we do now, they have learned what they like, and aren't particularly interested in coming back to generalist fare. With caveats ofc, there were always be the Hot New Thing and universal appeal, etc - but being sufficiently talented is not going to make that the standard again.

[dclovesdanny]

In my clone au, Danny, Dani, Dan and Jazz are reincarnated as clones made by Amanda Waller. Each clone has four donors.

The reason they reincarnated was because Ghost King Danny needed a break from paperwork, and Jazz wanted a chance for them to live with a normal family. (She curses out Clockwork after they arrive.)

I will eventually write this, but right now I don’t have the energy or attention span, so I’m doing polls to set up my main storyline

Below the cut is the rest of the lore

Jazz

Diana Prince

Barbara Gordon

Edward Nygma

Harley Quinn

Danny

Diana Prince

John Constantine

J’onn J’onzz

Bruce Wayne

Dani

Diana Prince

John Constantine

Klarion

Selina Kyle

Dan

Diana Prince

John Constantine

Slade Wilson

Bane

Klarion finds them when destroying a government owned island inside the lab, and decides to keep them.

Jazz looks 11 years old physically. She’s 5’3” with wavy red hair and blue eyes. The scientists noted she has slightly enhanced intelligence, enhanced endurance and enhanced speed.

Dan looks to be 8 years old. He’s 5’2” with black hair with white streaks and heterochromia. His left eye is brown and right eye is blue. The scientists noted he has enhanced durability, enhanced healing factor flight and strong magic potential.

Dani looks to be 4 years old. She is 3’2” with wavy black hair and blue eyes. The scientists noted she has shape shifting, flight, and extra strong magic potential.

Danny looks to be 6 years old. He is 3’9” with blue eyes and black hair. His skin is pale, with a barely noticeable green tinge to it. The scientists noted he has the most powers, with invisibility, intangibility, super strength, flight, accelerated healing and magic (which isn’t as strong as Dan’s or Dani’s, but is still very powerful).

Klarion ends up taking Dani on as his sidekick. He never hides that she’s a clone, and Tim steals her DNA during a fight to figure out who her donors are (and promptly has a panic attack.)

Tim and Kon both find out about the siblings around the same time. First, Kon hears Dani ask Klarion if they can grab a telescope for Danny and Dan after a battle. He tells this to Tim, who starts stalking Dani and Klarion. Eventually, he managed to track them to Klarion‘s base where he sees Dan, Danny and Jazz.

The clone kids find out about Ra’s being creepy towards Tim, and decide to attack the new fruitloop. (It’s during the Bruce quest)

The ships in this au are TimBerKon, SuperBat and Dying Sparks.

Jimmy Olsen is Wes, but he won’t remember until he meets Danny.

[kopilot-pop]

[Aespa x Touch-Starved! Reader]

- imagine.

Summary: You’re a just really touch starved cat in a human body, and Aespa adores you.

Warnings: poly!aespa, alcohol, cursing, overabundance of fluff, unseriousness, etc.

A/N: While writing this I had to search if touch-starved meant what I thought it meant. I found out that there’s alot of variations so I just wrote based off of my touch-starved ass. I’m experiencing a very slight writer’s block, so I wrote this as something easy. Thank you all for loving my fics <3

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Even after a year of being a team and an additional 6 months of being in a relationship, your girlfriends never noticed how much affection you really craved.

It’s not like they weren’t affectionate towards you - no, quite the opposite actually.

They love to hold your hand, kiss you, cuddle you, but they hesitated whenever you flinched

You weren’t scared or anything, just not used to that much affection; but they didn’t know that

So the four of them kind of came to think that you didn’t like physical affection at all :0

So it was basically torture to watch them slowly distance themselves (only physically, they still made sure to tell you how much they love you)

But since you were shy and scared to directly ask for their touch, you just sucked it up

But hey, the girls aren’t stupid y’know?

Jimin noticed how much you craved their affection when she decided to wake you up the morning she arrived back from a Paris fashion show.

Her hand was resting on your cheek, gently drawing circles with her thumb as she tried to wake you up for breakfast

When you started to stir she tried to get up

but you snatched her hand back

You were definitely asleep, so she was surprised how strong you were

literally WRESTLING her hand to force it back on your face

“Mmmh… is cold…”

Her nose might have bled a little

Safe to say she took a million photos of you like that and changed it to her wallpaper.

Ever since that incident (that you don’t even know happened), she started to be a bit more forward with pda.

Aeri noticed when you clinged onto her before he had to leave for Tokyo.

You guys decided to get dinner together and ended up getting drunk

While walking towards the dorm, you would act like her shadow, stuck right behind her as the two of you waddled back into the house

a very giggly Gigi

“Y/n I need to change-!”

Getting ready for bed and you’re right beside her with a prominent pout on your face

When she gave you a peck to stop it, she noticed the slight twinkle in your eyes (ur so whipped)

If the others held you alot, she’s the one that kissed you alot

So before she removes her makeup she leaves a bunch of kiss marks on your face :0

She kind of panics when you drunkingly tell her you aren’t going to wash your face until she comes back from Tokyo

Minjeong realized the moment she walked through the door and you decided to carry her everywhere (honestly she’s smol)

she smells alcohol on you, making her even more confused

you didn’t even say anything man, just yoinked her

“AH-! Y/n what-?!”

You just grab her and sit down on the couch to watch some shitty show you put on a few hours ago… while finishing 4 bottles of soju.

In a span of 5 minutes, Minjeong suddenly became your personal teddy bear

she hates the smell of alcohol, but watching you snuggle up to her with such a giddy face made her put up with it (she’s whipped)

loves the way you practically melt when she starts to play with your hair

Ning found out about your love for physical affection in the dumbest way possible

You were lounging on her bed, watching an interview she took a week ago, when she started to talk about her sleeping habits

“Oh yeah, I have this bear from IKEA that I like to hug while sleeping. It’s really soft and..”

You started to get annoyed as your girlfriend went on about it and snapped your head up to see the bear staring right at you (it wasn’t, you were just jealous of a fucking stuffed animal)

Now imagine Ningning walking into her room after a photoshoot and you’re just sucker-punching her stuffed bear.

“???Y/N?? What are you doing???”

You ramble an apology/explanation, but all she understands is that you want to be cuddled too (you didn’t say that of course. she just has a ‘Y/n translator’)

She makes fun of you alot after that, but decides to grant your unspoken wish

Just snuggling into your jacket (that you’re wearing btw) whenever it’s cold, hugging you from behind as you get your makeup fixed…

she thinks its cute how you freeze up for a few seconds before melting into her

(it’s poly so im gonna add more)

the 4 of them have a long chat about your actions

and after talking for a while, they come to the realization that you were actively seeking for their touch only when you were half asleep or drunk.

Aeri’s the one that comes to the conclusion that you are touch-starved

So that’s why every Saturday, you’re dragged to the living room to have a movie day with your girlfriends.

You’re slightly nervous when you’re put on the center of the couch.

But by the end of the film, you’re quite literally molding into the couch

Jimin is on your right, with her face leaned against your shoulder as she plays with Minjeong’s hair.

Minjeong is on the ground with her body leaning against your leg.

While Ning is on the other side of the floor, holding your hand in a tight lock.

And Aeri’s the one softly rubs circles on your arm, sitting on your left

you’re just stuck in the middle like:🧍🏻‍♀️

They think it’s adorable how much you can relax with them

One time, an interviewer was being extremely rude, making snarky remarks about you and your performance

and Karina’s immediate reaction was to hold your hand while Ning told him off with a smile on her face

and when Jimin held your hand you genuinely did not care what that man said

another time you were extremely nervous before a solo performance for the MMA and the girls could tell how tense your shoulders were

but they all watched Minjeong lightly touch your neck and your back muscles just relaxing automatically

Ningning’s confused laughter because she didn’t know human bodies could work like that

Fans love watching you melt like a puppy during lives

just clips of ‘Y/n with Aespa vs. Others’ going around the internet

and one of those clips is you napping on the couch when a staff member helps fix your hair

you lean into the touch at first but jolt awake

vs. you asleep again in the waiting room couch when Giselle fixes your hair

and this time you don’t wake up, just leaning more and more into the touch

what they don’t see in that clip is the other 3 squealing and Aeri ending up with you cuddled up inside her arms <3

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Here's the hell I went through for this:

All messages start with Nepeta's :33 <, Equius's D-->, and Horus's 8=D

Terezi makes AIE into 413, Vriska makes B's into 8's, Aradia makes O's into 0's, and Minuta does all of that and makes T's into 7's, and S's 8ecome 2's from Sollux and X's 8ecome %'s 8ecause of Equius and H's 8ecome )('s from Feferi

Gamzee makes things altern8 case, 8ut U's alternate cases seper8ly 8ecause of the Cheru8s

B's add a 6 to 8ecome 86's, and O's 8ecome 0+9. Thanks Kankri and Porrim! 5's are added to the 2's from Minuta. W's and V's are duplic8ed and have the opposite added to them 8ecause of the Ampora 8astards and I's are duplic8ed 8ecause of Sollux.

STRONG words are capitalized and sentences end with commas 8ecause of Equius and Tavros and words don't end with G 8ecause of Eridan. And that emoji... *shudders*

Could've included Nepeta and Meenah's puns 8ut. I didn't

Couple that with a mountain of HTML, and I never want to see the word span ever again

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Hey y'all! I decided to split my masterlists into two portions. One for music/band related writing, and another for the creeps! More navigation will be at the bottom of the masterlist!

The writing here will span from when I began this page back in 2020 to the present! This will be updated as often as I can, so no promises new/recent writing will be on here immediately. If a link doesn't work please let me know!

Hope y'all enjoy!

GUIDE:

Angst - 🕷

Fluff - 𓆩♡𓆪

Smut/NSFW - ☓

Neutral - ✸

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀

Kingdom AU ✸

School AU ✸

School AU pt.2 ✸

High At School - School AU ✸

Cheerleader S/O - School AU ✸

Fighting At School - School AU ✸

Spring Dance - School AU ✸

Songs that remind me of the creeps ✸

Songs that remind me of the creeps pt.2 ✸

Tim + Brian poly headcannons ☓ 𓆩♡𓆪

Scene S/O headcannons 𓆩♡𓆪 ✸

Finding you dead 🕷

Threatening suicide 🕷

Coming home to you singing/dancing 𓆩♡𓆪 ✸

Breaking up 🕷

Age regressing S/O ✸

S/O Who Loves Hello Kitty 𓆩♡𓆪 ✸

With A French S/O ✸

S/O on their period ✸

Vampire S/O ✸

With A Yandere reader ✸

S/O with BPD ✸

Ideal Type ✸

With a cannibal S/O ✸

S/O with angel wings ✸

S/O with a fat ass ✸ ☓

With a flirty S/O ✸ ☓

Finding out their S/O is pregnant ✸

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐬:

Matchup 1 ✸

Matchup 2 ✸

Matchup 3 ✸

Matchup 4 ✸

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬:

Proxies Receiving Nudes ☓

Poly Proxies ☓

Poly Proxies pt.2 ☓

Hunted by the proxies ☓

Jealous proxies ☓🕷

Proxies x Final Girl 🕷

Proxies x Final Girl - Slasher AU ✸

Sitting on the proxies lap 𓆩♡𓆪☓

With a secretly strong S/O ✸

With a hard rap loving S/O ✸

Meeting your family ✸

𝐭𝐢𝐦/𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐲:

Father figure Tim ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪

Father figure Tim pt.2 ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪

Father figure Tim pt.3 ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪

Cowboy father figure Tim ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪

Cowboy Tim ✸

NSFW alphabet ☓

Werewolf Tim ✸

Kinktober Day 10: Praise ☓

S/O who struggles with SH ✸🕷

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧/𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞:

NSFW alphabet ☓

Woods ☓

Daddy Kink ☓

"𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢" 𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐲:

Dark Headcannons ☓✸

Blood ☓

Subby Dom Toby ☓

Dating Toby ✸

Don't leave! 🕷

S/O With BPD ✸

Kinktober Day 7: Virginity ☓

Date Headcanons ✸

𝐱-𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬:

General Headcannons ✸

NSFW Headcannons ☓

𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝:

Historical dressed S/O ✸

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤:

Somnophilia ☓

First Meal ☓

Two Faced S/O ✸

Make it Better ☓ 🕷

Soft Dom ☓

Underwear fetish ☓

Fluff 𓆩♡𓆪

Father EJ 𓆩♡𓆪

Kinktober Day 8: Breeding ☓

S/O who struggles with SH ✸ 🕷

𝐣𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫:

Kinktober Day 6: Dubcon ☓

Kinktober Day 6: Dubcon pt.2 ☓

𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤:

NSFW Headcannons ☓

NSFW Alphabet ☓

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑':

Day 6: Dubcon - Jeff The Killer ☓

Day 7: Virginity - "Ticci" Toby ☓

Day 8: Breeding - Eyeless Jack ☓

Day 10: Praise - Tim/Masky ☓

Day 13: Size Kink - Eyeless Jack ☓

Day 14: Orgasm Denial - Jeff The Killer ☓

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧/𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓:

With a nice/sweet reader

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 9 part 4

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

it's still agatha and her river

mama, I'm sorry I got upset. mama I'm sorry we're both starving tonight. I promise I'll do better tomorrow.

a six year old taking responsibility and apologizing for his mother's shortcomings.

agatha looks down at her precious little boy's pleading face

and she smiles at him, and nicky gives her a big relieved grin.

evanora is not stealing this moment. she did her worst to fuck with agatha's brain chemistry, but in one fundamental thing she failed: agatha is capable of loving her kid. despite all her other shortcomings, she will never blame nicky for her own faults.

she does a cute little dance for him, and this is what they do, isn't it? he's too small to explain his big feelings and she is too scared, and so they sing to each other and hope the love is understood anyway.

see how he touches the brooch? if only she could have loved nicky in vacuum, without any of the emotional baggage. but he is only the last link in a long chain of witches, pain and and tears and blood that made him what he is. agatha cannot escape her identity and legacy no matter how much she tries, and she couldn't protect nicky from it either.

the last time she sees nicky alive he's smiling adoringly at her. this is the boy she can't face in the afterlife, because her own guilt is so strong she's convinced he will hate her.

nicky dies peacefully in his mother's arms. his soul wakes up and sees rio waiting for him.

that some good cinema dear lord

rio waves at nicky. he doesn't know her (when who will return?) but he still trusts her implicity - she's been around him his whole short life, in the woods, in the water, in his lungs.

and - the bit that destroyed us all - rio makes nicky go to agatha one last time. go kiss your mama goodbye.

light and dark, growth and decay, here and beyond.

remember when alice died and the camera turned upside down? it stops halfway here. agatha has been affected so profoundly by nicky's death that she can never let herself go back to the land of the living, but she's also too scared to follow rio to the other side. she's stuck in the middle, consumed by the impossible dream of bringing nicky back, never allowing herself to find peace and companionship again. in love with death, but running away from it.

(people never seem to make crack and humor vids for episode 9, isn't that curious? when it's soooo fun and lighthearted!)

well ain't that just brutal

I have always known

This Road is cruel and wild

I bury my own heart

Here with you, my child

(I think those are lavender flowers? I'm not 100% sure)

coolcoolcoolcoolcool. that's fine. I'm absolutely fine.

BARRIERS UP right away. even if she looks like a mess. especially because she looks like a mess. she's not showing weakness in front of anyone, she's protecting her grief like a jealous goblin, and since she cannot run, she straightens her dress and gets ready to fight. the option to ask for help and comfort doesn't even cross her mind.

her eyes still full of tears / agatha gets another wonderful, awful idea.

we've seen this so many times, haven't we? the real agatha disappears behind the character she plays. the agatha we've seen from the very start, since the moment she walked into wanda's living room, has been a lie. very few people have ever seen a hint of the poor bruised heart she hides inside, and only to rio and (to some extent) nicky she has ever opened up.

how can someone go from total heartbreak to planning murder in the span of two minutes? well, you can if you are agatha harkness and have never learned one healthy coping mechanism in your life. and I'm sure she's already rationalizing it as something like "if I get powerful enough I can bring nicky back." but the truth is, she just wants to get drunk on magic and murder and stop feeling so horrible. she's running away, like usual. she's planning to kill witches in front of the grave of the very kid who begged her not to, and she's using his song to do it. as if that's not gonna haunt her or anything.

(it really gets me how agatha's smiles are so different from kathryn's. agatha never smiles with her eyes, except when she's with nicky.)

agatha's diabolical scam is so stupid if you think about, definitely worthy of the clown she has become. just pretend the Road didn't open and then annoy people into attacking you! better than using a literal child as bait, I guess.

here she absorbs a yellow coven, and yep, it does look like covens are all supposed to be the same color?

the bodies from the agnes of westview opening.

orange coven in the late 1800s. I really like that dress and hat on her

blue coven in the 1920s, and another cunty outfit

I know you guys like the 90s look, but it makes me laugh how hard she was trying for that Craft vibe. and we don't see the beams color here.

and finally, our girls. (I miss you all so muchhhhh)

what do you know! looks like a door has appeared! (sharonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!)

from fuck has my karma caught up with me to well well well, looks like we have another little maximoff on our hands

and speaking of little maximoffs and giant assholes...

go to episode 9 part 5

[carelessflower]

Malec's Wedding Vow - Some Thoughts

After much research and consideration, I believe that Malec's wedding vow is a perfect celebration of their relationship, the lows and highs, the triumphs and peace.

The questions

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood. Hast thou found the one thy soul loves?”

“I have found him,” Alec said. “And I will not let him go.”

“Hast thou gone among the watchmen, and in the cities of the world? Hast thou found the one thy soul loves?”

“I have found him,” Magnus said, gazing at Alec. “And I will not let him go.”

Inspiration

Song of Solomon 3:3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth? Song of Solomon 3:4 It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go.

How they have found each other despite all odds and are holding on with all they might.

2. Alec's vow

“Love flashes out like fire, the brightest kind of flame. Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the floods drown it.”

“Now place me as a seal over thine heart, as a seal over thine arm: For love is strong as death. And so we are bound: stronger than flame, stronger than water, stronger than death itself.”

Inspiration

Song of Solomon 8:6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord. Song of Solomon 8:7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.

They speak of Alec's devotion, the lengths he would go through for his love, for Magnus. He loves one man so much, he changes the world for him. And he will continue to do it, again and again, as no flood can drown Alec's love.

3. Magnus's vow

“Aku cinta kamu,” Magnus read out, gazing at the interior of the ring, and he smiled at Alec, a brilliant, world-spanning smile. “My love for yours, my heart for yours, my soul for yours, Alexander. Now and for all time.”

Catarina smiled at what must have been familiar words. 

Catarina smiling at Magnus's words may mean it is a warlock vow. Magnus's vow is a bit more interesting, since it is not a direct reference or interpretation from the same source as Alec's vow. However, I did find this one inspiration that came very close

Luca 10:27 - And he answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself.”

And who is Magnus's Lord, do you ask?

Alec had given him the gift of faith, a faith that Magnus was strong enough to make not just Alec happy, but a whole family happy. And in their happiness, Magnus had felt himself not just free, but surrounded by an unimaginable glory.

Some might have called it the presence of God.

Magnus just thought of it as Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

It also ties into Magnus's journey, how immortality, a seeming gift and privilege, slowly becomes a burden to him, is now something worth cherishing, loving, and worshipping. Despite Alec's mortality, Magnus's love for him will stay.

Does a god need physical remnants to become one?

4. The implication

The simple exchanges of vows, nephilim's and warlock's, mark the changes of the world surrounding them, something they also started. It's why Magnus doesn't want to marry until they can marry in gold and blue as they deserve.

I also like to imagine they exchange another set of vows later in private, after Alec's Wedded Union rune got drawn over his heart. Vows written by them and belong to them alone.

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Helloooo! Is your request open? If so can I please request a Dad!Kirishima x reader wherein he was away from home for maybe about 6 months, which means his daughter or son hasn't seen him since then. Kiddo be proud of their papa and constantly boasting their pro hero dad among them friends and then when Kirishima came home and surprise the kid, kiddo broke down to tears and makes a grabby hands on him. (child is like 4-5 years old). THANK YOU SO SO MUCH.

Im sorry but domesticated Kiri always has my heart 😭 (art by me)

Thank you for requesting! Absolutely inlove with this idea 🥰

My daddy this, my daddy that, whenever your sons eyes are open hes constantly talking about the only thing that plagues his sweet little mind,his father.

“Daddy doesn’t make me eat the broccoli”

“I know baby, but how do you think daddy’s so strong? He eats it all up! Yummy yummy in his strong rock tummy!”

“Daddy likes the red one best, it’s red like riot!”

“I know baby, but the red shark onesie is in the wash right now, please just put some clothes on….”

“When’s daddy back, hes the best at stories?”

“He’ll be back in a few days baby, shall I try do daddy’s voices for you?”

Kirishima had to go away on a fairly dangerous mission across the country, which ended up meaning he had to be away from both of you for nearly 6 months. It was the longest 6 months of your life, especially with his number one fan clawing at your feet, constantly reminding you that you’re not quite daddy, but you’ll do in the mean time. The 7th could not come quick enough, not only did you miss your husband, but you missed the sweet domestic moments with him, the way hed smack your ass every time he walked past you in the kitchen, how hed carry all the shopping in from the car whilst rangling your son in the other hand. You missed the kisses, you missed the stolen cuddles, you missed the spooning in bed which almost always turning into clawing up his back and him leaving bite marks all over your neck…..

“Daddy said you stink. He told me when I was sleeping.”

“Well daddy told me you’re a cutie patootie butthead.”

“NUHU! Im the strongest, im daddy’s pebble and im not gonna let no one break me! LOOK EVEN THE FLOOR CANT HURT ME!”

“PEBBLE NO! OFF THE SOFA!”

After 4 books and 3 mismatched singsongs, your little bundle of joy had finally fallen asleep, which meant you were able to squeeze out of his room and finally drink the cold cider that was calling your name all afternoon. You sat down, opened the drink and sank into the sofa, opening your phone to a missed call from your husband. When you rang him back, he immediately declined it. You tried again, only for it to go straight to voicemail.

You frowned at the notifications, instantly sending a message instead, only to hear a phone pinging from outside the front door. You span to where it was coming from, to see your beautiful, god damn fucking sexy husband stood in the open doorway, flowers and a bag full of toys in each hand. His quiet smile sent shivers down your spine, and an accidentally very loud squeal to erupt from your lips. You basically pole-vaulted over the back of the sofa, running towards him as if being away from him any longer meant dissipating into thin air, as you swung your arms around him and crashed into him so forcibly that the flowers now laid on the floor at your feet. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, and before he could even utter a ‘hey baby’ your mouth was on his, tears freefalling as you finally relished in his presence.

It felt like you could finally breathe again, having his warmth and essence surrounding you, suffocating you again felt like everything finally fell back into place. You peppered his face in kisses as he softly laughed and returned the favour, quickly becoming apparent that FaceTimes and photos weren’t nearly enough to satisfy your lust for him. You began to tighten your grip on him, rocking your hips back and forward as he helped walk you back into the front room, kicking the door shut behind him as gently as he could. As soon as you reached the sofa, he threw you down onto it, kissing and biting at your neck as quiet moans escaped your lips, his touch alone was enough to have you shaking, have you remembering why you married him, and why you ended up getting pregnant in the first place. He was everything youd ever wanted and so much more, so when a tiny squeak of a voice interrupted you both, you couldnt help but curse the tiny version of him that had weakly managed to stumble from their bedroom.

He threw his head instantly up, smile wide and eyes gleaming as he looked over at your son, now stood in the door way rubbing his eyes and gently holding onto the stuffed hammerhead shark plushie hed gotten when he was born. Kiri violently jumped to his feet as he then crouched down and opened his arms, becoming your son to come to him. When pebbles eyes fully adjusted, they light up along with his cheeks, his daddy was finally home. He reached his arms out and opened and closed his hands quickly, demanding Kiri scoop him up and snuggle into him, to which he instantly did. As soon as he scooped your tiny son into his arms, he let out a tiny cry and kissed the top of his head,

“God i missed you tiny pebble! Been taking care of mummy for me yeah? Been looking out for her and making sure she stays strong like us?” His voice was quiet and shakey, tears of joy and longing lacing his throat as he relished in the feeling of being home, where he belongs.

Watching him whisper sweet nothings to your son as he cradled him in his strong arm was that of pure ecstasy. This was what it meant to be inlove, to have a family that was beyond perfect, to have a man who is so utterly devoted and adored and intimate and kind. He really was the perfect man, and right now seemed a better time than any to think about maybe having another little pebble.

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1) Change In Pressure | Explicit | 4,600 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis and Harry argue. Louis and Harry also fuck on the stage. Somehow it manages to be kind of romantic.

2) In That Bright White Noise | Explicit | 5,060 words

Blind dates are usually destined to go terribly, so Louis doesn't exactly trust his friends when they say they've set him up with Gemma's younger brother, Harry, at an evening bonfire they're attending. Luckily, Harry's much hotter and kinder than Louis thought he'd be, which is a relief. He's also really fucking good at sex, which is just a wonderful bonus.

3) Want It All The Time, Need It Everyday | Explicit | 6,306 words

Louis visits LA a week before the boys head to Australia for On The Road Again. He and Harry have some catching up to do.

4) More, More, More | Explicit | 8,733 words

BLFF Prompt 216: 1980s AU. Harry is a singer and Louis is a groupie that Harry sleeps with. He becomes Harry’s inspiration for writing Rebel Yell by Billy Idol.

5) Put Your Faith In My Stomach | Not Rated | 10,333 words

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Harry and Louis want a baby. Louis is a carrier, but that doesn't mean he's going to get pregnant.

6) Moonlit Sky Over Gentle Waters | Explicit | 11,377 words

Harry left his hometown to sail the seven seas and returns seven years later, yearning for something — or rather, someone — that he isn’t sure he can have.

7) Touch Me (Like Nobody Else Does) | Mature | 11,459 words

The alpha’s grin returned tenfold, deep dimples popping into his cheeks. Holy shit, he has dimples. “No, I don’t mind at all. I know where to find you when I need it back,” he said with a chuckle before leaning back into his seat. Louis let out a small giggle before nodding. “I’ll be sure it gets returned to you…?” He trailed off, one eyebrow raised at the other man. “Harry,” he replied, amusement still shining in his eyes. “And you are?” “Louis,” the omega responded before leaning back into his seat averting his eyes once again. “Thank you, really, for the charger. You’re a lifesaver. I’m not sure how I would’ve made it through without my Netflix.”

8) A Flicker Of Hope That I Wanna Keep (Please Don’t Leave) | Mature | 12,230 words

Harry is in love with Louis, and he had thought Louis felt the same until he accidentally left his journal in Harry’s home. He knows he shouldn’t have read it, especially when it only proved to be a reality check he didn’t want. Once Harry finds the green-eyed, curly-haired, gangly fucker that’s stolen Louis’ heart, he’d like to have a strong word with him.

9) Won't See It Coming Til It's Already Gone | Explicit | 12,631 words

“Tell me that this is a fake,” Peter says, slapping a handful of papers against Louis’ chest. He says something else, something loud and demanding, barely even pausing for a breath, but Louis doesn’t hear it. All he hears is the sound of his own breathing, the sound of his own heartbeat. Because this - this looks like a marriage certificate. For a minute, everything stills, quiets. Louis drags his eyes up, meets Harry’s gaze, fixed on him. Then the noise is back, shouting voices clamoring to be heard over each other, and Harry is still staring at him. The ring that Louis hadn’t been able to stop noticing in the loo weighs heavily on his hand. His left hand.

10) Sweet Scary Creatures | Mature | 13,012 words

They stare into each other’s eyes for a while until Louis remembers this is too intimate and looks at Harry’s hands on his thigh. It spans a big portion of his thigh and Louis has always been insecure about how thick he is, so he loves that Harry has huge, dustbin hands that hold him and makes him feel smaller, safer.

11) Show You The Stars In The Daylight | Explicit | 13,227 words

The one where Louis has a type and at sixteen and scrawny, it’s definitely not his best friend’s little brother Harry…ten years later, he changes his mind.

12) You Know It Ain’t Fiction, Just A Natural Fact| Not Rated | 13,312 words

“Look, Lou” Harry whispers, “I can’t do it, and as much as I like having dinner with you, and hanging out, I think we should just do it without the tutoring part because I am not smart enough for school.” “That’s bullshit,” Louis answers quickly, “what do you like?” he asks, “I mean, other than football and asking me stuff about my family. There must be something else you’re good at.” “I play football and fuck, Louis. That’s it.” Louis definitely doesn’t flinch at that. He does not.

13) Your Heart Is Glowing And I'm Crashing Into You | Explicit | 13,915 words

Louis swallows slowly, blinking away images of himself lying spread on top of his duvet at home, and the rich chocolate curls falling over the boy’s face as he eagerly stretches Louis open, and God. Louis really has to stop falling in love with every beautiful boy he comes across.

14) With the Certainty Of Tides | Mature | 13,980 words

“Love you,” Louis whispered in the dark. He didn’t know what time it was or where the light had gone, he knew that he was in Harry’s arms, basking in the afterglow of all their love and he’d be a fool to not tell Harry that. As if Harry didn’t know. “Love you,” was whispered back, as if Louis didn’t know. They confessed to each other as if it was their first time saying it, raw and painful, and listened to it the very same way, but they knew those words to be the only ones true. With all the certainty of the tides, with all the light from the sun, with all the steady beats of their hearts, they were deftly in love, in secret and so loudly. They were brave and fearless and strong and hopelessly devoted in every sense of their breaths. “We made it, baby,” Harry mumbled, bringing their lips into a final kiss, sweet and soft and the color of pink. They already knew that, didn’t fight tooth and nail and argued through every petty year and bleed their hearts into the words they sang and on their skin for them to have not made it home. They were home.

15) The Seed Inside You, Baby, Do You Feel It Growin' | Explicit | 14,796 words

Louis really wants Harry to get him pregnant.

16) All This Delusion In Our Heads | Explicit | 15,088 words

After Harry and Louis break up, they cope with it in very different ways. What will happen when Harry keeps calling his ex over when things go wrong in his life, but Louis just can't take it anymore?

17) Let Me Inside | Explicit | 17,734 words

Louis is Harry’s boss, but Harry is the boss of Louis

18) Reach The Heavens Own Blue | Explicit | 21,070 words

Louis is a Boston Red Sox and Harry is a New York Yankee.

19) Cut the Sides, Don’t Touch the Back | Explicit | 21,596 words

Prompt 87: Harry’s been talking about getting a mullet for so long and Louis hates how good he pulls it off. Aka The Mullet Fic.

20) Beautiful, Dirty, Rich | Explicit | 23,534 words

Later that night, Louis arrived home and screamed into his pillow when he flopped onto his mattress. This prompted Niall to appear in the doorway with a concerned look on his face. A beer was being nursed carefully in his hand, blue eyes glassy from the booze. “Um… Are you okay?” It came out quietly like he was scared of spooking Louis. Louis dramatically flipped over to stare at his roommate, “I met the love of my life at work, but he’s a club member so it’s forbidden.” He whined loudly, jutting his bottom lip out in faux distress. “Shit Lou, you had me worried. Thought someone died or something,” The boy groaned, strolling over to plop himself onto the mattress, “So, tell me about this guy you wanna fuck.” “Ni he’s the sexiest person I’ve ever met. I want to be his trophy wife he shows off, and have all his babies, and be at his beck and call twenty-four seven,” All he received in return was an unimpressed stare, his friend rolling his eyes at the antics.

21) The Devil's In The Details | Explicit | 25,372 words

He squeals when Harry smacks his bum as he bends over to pick up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder. Harry smiles smugly at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “When are you going to start calling me professor?” He asks. “When you actually are one,” Louis says with his hand on the doorknob. He cocks his head to the side in curiosity. “Isn’t that how words work? You did study English, right?” Louis’ quick to slip out the door before Harry can smack him again, his laugh echoing through the hallways as he makes his way to his next class with flushed cheeks and a bright smile.

22) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28,633 words 

Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

23) Trapped | Explicit | 32,957 words

An AU in which Harry and Louis are under lockdown because of the global pandemic and they find themselves experiencing change in between them.

24) But I Won’t Feel Blue | Not Rated | 33,808 words

“Sam Claflin,” Then the second. “Bill Skarsgard.” And finally, the third. She hesitated, holding it for a moment longer, then let it go. “Harry Styles.” With the final letter sent, there was no turning back now. Whatever happened next, Lilah was ready to face it

25) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41,041 words

Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

26) Sedative Duty | Explicit | 46,588 words

Pop-star of the moment Louis Tomlinson is on his third-world tour. He decides to hire renowned professional dominant Harry Styles to unwind while on the road. In an effort not to raise suspicion by the crew, fans, and press, Harry pretends to be his bodyguard. He ends up being far more than that.

27) A Silent Whisper (That’s Left Unsaid) | Explicit | 50,842 words

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A Fake Relationship & Exes to Lovers AU ft a failed proposal ten years ago, an oblivious Harry, an overworked Louis, Zayn as the protective best friend, a meddling aunt and a lot of talks about weddings and rings.

28) Of Lost Things | Explicit | 57,890 words

Louis comes with a familiarity Harry has never felt with anyone else before. After their fateful meeting, their chemistry became undeniable, and soon after, Harry had felt like he hit the jackpot when it came to finding the person he would spend the rest of his life with. But all relationships come with their own unique problems, and Harry soon realizes that their relationship is no different. When their problems go from unordinary to nearly bizarre in nature, he takes it upon himself to find an answer to their troubles. What he stumbles upon are terrifying coincidences between his and Louis’ story, and the ill-fated mythological couple, Orpheus and Eury. But it’s all they are; just coincidences, ones that feel as frighteningly familiar as Louis. Except… what if none of this is a coincidence? What if everything Harry has always seen as fiction is true, and myth—or rather, history, is about to repeat itself?

29) In The Still Of The Night | Explicit | 68,568 words

In a society where omegas are expected to follow a predetermined path, Louis strives for more; for his voice to be heard, for recognition, for true love. In a world where your past defines your future, Harry fights against the system; for equality, for a different life, for acceptance. When their two worlds collide, will they be beaten down by conformity or will they rise up and forge a new path together?

30) Siren Calls Me Home | Explicit | 133,762 words

Harry’s father had warned him. King Edward of Erendor had whispered his suspicions that Prince Louis of Blackmont was descended from the sirens, monsters from cautionary tales Harry was told as a child. A cruel, cold-hearted, and vicious nature wreathed in a breathtaking exterior, with coy smirks and slow blinks used to bend everyone to his will. His beauty was as well known as his cunning, his greed, and his ruthless grab for power. Time only proved the rumors to be true, and Harry made sure to keep his distance from the prince, never once speaking to him, and doing his best not to even meet his eye. Unfortunately, the ghosts of whispered warnings are powerless when one is up against the very tangible experience of being in Prince Louis’ presence.

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𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?

….

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝! 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

Author’s note (𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃!): This is not a fully finished fic ! I just really need some tips on writing since I don’t have any experience on being a writer, if there’s any mistakes, or something I could do better, please lmk!!

You were a very sensitive girl. You were told that ever since you could comprehend sentences. You had a strong felt heart in such an evil world. Most of your friends found you dramatic in a way because you would cry, always feel strongly about such odd things. A sad movie (finding nemo, you cried like 6 times but who’s counting?), stupid sad videos online that you know aren’t really true.

Little things mattered to you. Handmade gifts, love notes, flowers, even a small tiny bud of a flower would make your day. You were thought of and that was all that could matter to you.

You loved when people recognized you as a person and learn to not judge you, many people did not do so which was why you keep your group small. But even in your small group there was always somebody who stood out to you. Matt. A kind hearted man who was raised well.

You grew up with Matt and since you grew up with Matt, you grew up with his brothers but they didn’t have that compatible close friend spark like you and Matt did with each other. Even the two triplets themselves knew this.

Matt knew you better than he knew himself. He knew your favorite movies, the ones that made you sad, the ones that made you laugh so hard to the point where you had actual tears rolling down your face. He knew how quickly you could shut down when things were too much, overstimulating or when you felt disrespected. He knew deep down that your poor heart couldn’t handle those heavy matters.

That’s why Matt always chose peace with you. Never too overbearing when he felt like making you aware of your wrongs and rights, making sure that it wouldn’t hurt you. Oh how badly Matt hated seeing you cry. He hated every negative emotion you had within yourself because deep down he knew that you didn’t want to feel the way you did when it came to the tears, the horrible sobs that made your stomach hurt, the ones that made you feel guilt until that kicked you in a small hole.

But then, the more you and Matt grew up, the more he realized who he really wanted his girl to be. He didn’t really dated much, maybe two or three girlfriends in the span and of middle school and high school.

Not because he was uninterested or not attracted to them, but because he wanted you, but you were too unaware. So unaware of his feelings you unintentionally friendzone him. “Me and Matt are just friends.., that’s it.” or maybe hit him a little deeper with a sentence upon the words, “I grew up with him. I couldn’t look at him more than a brother, too awkward and out of place for me.”

Matt knew you didn’t know and that’s how he planned to keep it until he gained courage to tell you feelings, but he also didn’t know if you would feel the same way. He didn’t want to scare you away after having you around for so many years. Sharing so many memories, having so many first-time experiences together. If hiding his true feelings meant keeping you, he’d do it. In every single universe there would ever be.

Then James came. Where did you find James? Why him? Was he better than Matt? Could Matt compete with him? What was so different about James that led him having you wrapped up so quick in just the blink of an eye? What did he do that Matt couldn’t gain the guts to do? He needed answers but couldn’t ask them.

But in your eyes, James was like another Matt to you, a bit different in looks (barely), he understood you. Why? God you wish you knew. After being told all your life how difficult you could be when it came to feelings you couldn’t really tell why you caught James eye.

[sorceress-of-stories]

🩸Blood of Origin- Alucard x Reader 🩸

Chapter 6

SUMMARY: Your souls were bound by the cruel thread of fate. He was blessed by the blood flowing in his veins, you by the unknown. But as destiny took its course, the safety and peace in which you lived was violently ripped away. Fractured and broken, you walked the agonizing path that destiny set before you, unaware it would lead you back to where it all began.

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You are the main character of this story. There is no direct description of reader's hair/eyes/body etc.

fake pagan-based spirituality that is important to the plot

slow burn. we start from before the events of season 1 and span throughout the entirety of the series

[TRIGGER WARNINGS:]

this story may contain the following: strong language, blood/gore/violence, alluding to SA (only in one part), sexual themes, death/ grieving, and more.

Viewer discretion advised

PART 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

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Wallachia, March 21st 1450

YOUR MOTHER SCANNED THE ORANGE-LIT TREES, the small fire in front of her beaming out in the surroundings darkness. With shaky hands she pulled from her apothecary satchel four small candles, placing each one in accordance with the four elements and associated directions. With a deep breath, she settled her trembling hands, whispering an ancient incantation. A wild wind encircled the forest as she spoke, howling and roaring with power. The trees bent to and frow with the strength of the wind, allowing in momentary beams of silver moonlight. It all came to a fever-pitch as the small fire exploded in front of her, the flames soaring up to the heavens. The moment the last of the incantation fell from her lips, she sliced her right palm with a silver dagger. As the droplets of blood sizzled in the fire, she felt it. The tautness of the air, the abnormal stillness of the forest.

"Goddess Gaianna, I am your humble servant." your mother bent her head as the grey-white form appeared above the fire. Flowing robes danced about the goddess's being, immune to the flames beneath her.

"Priestess." Gaianna's silver eyes narrowed.

Amara bowed her head further, the circlet of shells jingling with her movements.

"What purpose do you have in summoning me here?" her voice that sounded like many echoed out.

"I have been plagued by vicious nightmares, Goddess. Of pain and suffering, of rivers of blood. Beings raising from Hell."

"Oh?" the Goddess's head tilted to the side in curiosity. "You've summoned me here because you are plagued by bad dreams?"

"I would never call upon you for something so trivial, Goddess. I can feel it in my bones, in the core of the earth. The spirits whisper to me warnings, a plague of death brewing on the horizon." your mother peered up to the primordial being, lips pulled into a frown.

Gaianna titled her head the slightest amount. "I too have felt a change. These Christian mercenaries slaughter by the thousands, burn our forests. All in the name of their god."

"It is more than that, Goddess. It is not just the Christians. I have talked with the elders and have brought it to the council's attention. My premonitions are never wrong. They gave me permission to speak with you."

"What are you asking of me, Priestess?" Gaianna bowed her head to look squarely in her eyes.

"For our chance of surviving the war to come. Please, Goddess, please help us. I know not exactly when or what may come to pass, but it will be dark and full of terrors." your mother bent down, her forehead touching the soft earth.

"Are you willing to pay the price for such power?" Gaianna studied the human priestess at her feet. "For the survival of your people, of humanity?"

"I am."

"Even if it may cost you your life? Or those you love?"

She peered up, her eyes full of determination. "Yes."

"So be it." the goddess floated from above the fire and stood before the human woman, eyes glowing silver like the moon. With a shimmering hand she lay it upon your mother's body, just above her womb. "You have my blessing. And I, my champion."

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Wallachia, May 1456

WITH A LEASURILY HAND YOUR MOTHER RUBBED HER SWOLLEN STOMACH, at ease with the life growing inside her. The swell of her belly moved gently as the babe within shifted. A large smile passed over her features, a small sigh falling from her lips. It was a pleasant spring morning, the river warm and inviting. She lay sprawled on the bank, bare of clothing, hair loose and free. The clearing she sat in was hidden from the main road, a pleasant distance from the village whose occupants did little more than tolerate her existence.

Absentmindedly she ran her fingers through the moss that covered the earth beside her, humming gently with the breeze. She was filled with such bliss, such love and tenderness that her heart seemed to swell. Her eyes closed gently as she listened to the running river, of the birdsong overhead. Just as she was about to slip into peaceful slumber, she felt it. The shift in the air, the stillness as the world held its breath.

"Priestess."

Her eyes snapped open, heart heaving. There, floating above the river was the Great Goddess, silver eyes trained solely on the human woman.

"Goddess-" she attempted to sit up but was unable to due to the size of her pregnant belly. The Goddess's eyes narrowed, and in an instant a pair of invisible hands helped her to a seated position.

"Gratitude, Goddess."

"How is the child?" her voice echoed in the clearing, sounding as if many people spoke at once.

"Strong, healthy." Amara smiled tenderly, placing her hand upon her belly.

"It seems the child will be earthside soon," Gaianna floated from over the river and touched the moss with grey-glowing feet, "you have all that you require?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"And the father? Where is he?"

Your mother's smile fell. "He is dead, Goddess."

"Dead?"

"He passed just before the Spring Equinox, Goddess. A fever."

"I see." Gaianna peered around the clearing, catching as the nature spirits watched on silently. The moment they noticed her attention, they quickly faded from view.

"Is there a reason for your visit, Goddess?"

"I wanted to see my champion." she stated simply. "But it seems I am too early."

The color of Amara's face drained, eyes widening in shock. "T-Too early?"

The grey-white goddess turned her attention to Amara, a distasteful look on her face. "The child."

Her heart stopped as bile rose in her throat. "My child?"

Gaianna huffed in annoyance. "Did you think I named you champion, Priestess?"

"Well, yes! I am the one who summoned you! I am the one who performed the ritual! I am the one who asked for your aid. What could you want from my child!?"

The silver slashes of her eyes roared in annoyance. A wild wind swept around her, bits of flowers and branches encircling the primordial being.

"You dare question me, human?"

"I-I meant no disrespect, Goddess! I just do not understand. Why, why my child? What could you want with an infant? The child is innocent!"

"It is no fault but your own for assuming otherwise. The child is my champion."

Cold dread rushed from the top of your mother's head to the tip of her toes.

"Please-"

"Did I not ask you if you were willing to lose those you love?" she glowered at the human priestess before her.

"Please reconsider! Please!" she threw herself at the Goddess's feet, heaving sobs constricting her chest. "The child is innocent!"

"Precisely."

Her heart cracked; the breath stolen from her lungs.

"If the child is male, I will make myself known when he is thirteen years of age. If the child is female, I will present myself fully when she first bleeds. Once the child is born, you will no longer be able to see through the veil. It is up to you if you speak to them of my existence before then." In a flash Gaianna was gone, and your mother's wails echoed through the clearing, only to be met with silence.

She decided then, in that moment, she would not speak of the Goddess again. She would never speak her name to Lisa, or tell you where your fate lie. For the rest of her life, as long as she breathed, she would do anything to keep you from the Gaianna's clutches. No matter what, you would be free.

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Wallachia, November 1468

LISA'S GREY EYES WIDENED AS DRACULA RELAYED HIS DISCOVERY. The blood in her veins froze as he continued to speak, his hushed tone drowned by the crackle of fire in the hearth. It was a dark, moonless night as a misty rain fell from the sky. A rumble of thunder sounded in the distance as the wind howled through the trees.

"What do you mean, a god?"

"An ancient pagan deity," Dracula answered, "a goddess from Amara's culture."

"What does she want? I don't understand, she's just a young girl!"

"I don’t yet know," Dracula sipped from his goblet.

"What are we to do? How does one even go against a deity?" panic coiled in Lisa's chest.

"I won't let anything happen to the girl," the vampire reassured, "but all we can do is wait. The goddess will come again, and this time I will be prepared."

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Wallachia, June 21st 1469

FOR MANY MONTHS YOU DID NOT SEE THE STRANGE SPIRIT AGAIN. Dracula and Aunty Lissy continued to hide the truth from you, unable to figure within their minds how to tell you something of such great import. Your fear began to bleed away with every passing day of not seeing it, and in time, you held no fear at all. On the summer solstice you celebrated with Adrian in the meadow, a roaring bonfire soaring high to the heavens. He danced with you, laughter and songs spilling from your lips. Atop your head was a make-shift circlet of dandelion, the matching pair adorning Adrian's. As the sun began to set, you made your way to the nearby forest alone, your hands filled with bowls of fruit to offer the spirits of the wood. You prayed over the offerings in your mother tongue, placing the bowls at the foot of a great oak. From your peripheral you could see the countless spirits coming to greet you, their blissful and positive energy soothing your soul.

"Hello, my friends. Happy solstice." a broad and bright smile graced your features. You felt the thrum of energy as they expressed their gratitude. A peaceful silence fell upon the woods as you watched the spirits glimmer in and out of your vision, the birdsong overhead a pleasant melody floating in the wind. In a breath it changed, the air growing taut and tense. The spirits immediately disappeared from view, the symphony of birds falling to hushed silence. She appeared in front of you in an instant, glowing eyes and flowing gown floating inches from the ground.

"Did you bring me an offering, girl?" her voice that sounded like many reverberated in your chest, the sound of it setting you in unease. Your eyes widened in shock, the breath in your lungs ceased.

"N-no," your voice trembled as you took in the unknown spirit, "it is for all to share."

"Do you know who I am, child?"

You nodded your head, panic curling in your gut. "A spirit."

Her brilliant grey light flashed in offence. "I am no mere spirit. I am a goddess of your mother's people."

"My mother?" you swallowed the lump in your throat. "You know of my mother?"

"I see she taught you nothing of who you truly are," Gaianna sneered, "I am Gaianna, Great Goddess of Earth, Protector of the Moon and Realm." she lifted her head, high and proud. "And you, girl, are my champion."

Your chest constricted and your vision swam as hot tears spilled from your eyes. "Please, what do you know of my mother? I do not know of you."

Gaianna narrowed her eyes before descending to the ground, her silver-grey skin unnaturally bright in contrast to the dense green of the forest. She towered over you, the top of your head barely reaching her navel. You felt a strange coldness radiating from her, so unlike the warmth of the nature spirits.

"Your mother was a priestess of her people, a seer. There was a time she had gifts such as yours. She invoked me to help protect the innocent of the battles to come. I blessed her womb, bringing forth a soul-tie into this plane - my champion. You."

Your head swam with the influx of information. Though you had never heard of Gaianna, her words rang true in your being. You felt it, a near imperceptible tie to her, a thread as strong and as true as your connection to the land and earth. "What is a champion?"

The goddess peered at you for a moment, as if considering. "A sword to wield."

"I cannot wield a sword," you confessed in confusion, "I have no otherworldly strengths."

"You will," the goddess replied simply, "so long as you are my champion, you shall wield my power. I will come to you again, girl, on the nights of the full and new moons. I will train you to hone your power, better your skill. I will never harm you, so long as you remain pure."

"Pure?"

"Pure from greed, pure of evil. So long as you continue on your set course, you will be spared from my wrath. Now go, your keepers are waiting for you." She didn't give you the chance to respond and instantly disappeared from view. Your knees buckled beneath your weight as your mind drowned in millions of different thoughts and feelings. It was only until the sun fully sank behind the horizon did you have the strength to stand, your legs carrying you as fast as they could to the safety of the house and Aunty Lissy's arms.

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[lostinlovingrevery]

Logan In Love

Yknow, I'm very torn with writing Logan being in love. On one hand, I feel like Logan would have a hard time accepting and being in love, I feel like he would be so hard- so used to being alone. The moment someone (you) would come along, stirring up those feelings he thought were honestly dead, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. Maybe he'd lash out, maybe he'd pull away, telling himself it was for your own good to not be around some like him. (and maybe he's protecting himself too in what he believes would be inevitable heartbreak)

BUT

BUT

Then I think, Logan has been around, lived long enough to be sure of his feelings, to not beat around the bush when it comes to dealing with things and Logan is very good at dealing with things. He's always been straight forward in his goals, his feelings. If he thought something was stupid, he'd say it. (I'm sorry I still can't help but giggle when I hear him call Xavier "Wheels" bc of the superhero names) For example, how he feels for Jean (think the X movies), he wasted no time in flirting with her, and honestly if Jean had any interest in him (Fuck you Jean Logan IS a good guy and he's the goodest and sweetest boy ever) and her and Scott weren't a thing, how quickly do you think they would have been together? bc Logan didn't seem to have many qualms about them being together at all and by the third movie (I mean, the time span isn't really that long, what, the three movies stretch 6 months to a year maybe? If even that? Honestly they felt like an extremely bad 3 weeks the gang had), he confessed he loved her (then had to kill her oop)

So maybe, when you come around (lets say your own special timeline, not the x movies or whatever) and you and Logan meet for the first time, Logan knew someone was it for him when he saw you. Something about you drew him in, the same way animals seem to know they met their mate. There was no doubt he liked you on a physical and emotional level, and soon after building something of a friendship with you- he knew he loved you. In something like the X-men, you build trust with each other, from having to live together, to dangerous missions, it was going to happen. What you and Logan gained together though, was something much more than trust and friendship.

Logan was sure of his feelings. His past, the fact that he had been roaming for the last 10-15 years alone, didn't matter in this equation. He knew what he felt and goddamn he was going to hold onto you and never let you go because you had become the best thing hes ever gotten in his life, especially after he gains his 200 years of memory back- he becomes even more sure in his decision that you weren't going to leave the adamantium grip he has on you (I mean, really, good luck getting out of that. Not that you would want too). He would protect you and keep you safe. He knew he could make you happy, and give you anything you ever wanted because honestly that's all Logan wants himself.

Logan was extremely observant, and he learned your quirks, your flaws, and all the sweet things he'd pick up over time. Maybe you thought he was just flirting with you, being Logan and everything, but no. Logan was dead serious about you, and he would wait for you to notice-and when you begin to notice that no other lady would turn his head, even the other ladies of the team, beautiful and strong that would turn the head of any man didn't have an effect on him. His eyes was always on you when you were in the same room. He always checked on you, concerned if you seemed tired, upset, angry, trying to get you to open up to him because it's not just him knowing how he feels about you but he desperately wants you to feel the same for him, to feel close to him the way he feels to you.

Maybe Logan does worry if he's right for you. Maybe he doesn't consider himself a good guy. With the things he's done, how could he be, surely he isn't? Its the X-men, and YOU, mainly you honestly, that makes him think that maybe he could be the good guy. Maybe he can make up for the mistakes he's made in his long life. Maybe, his sins don't matter because now he's in love, he'd found someone he wants to be better for, and no longer does he feel the need to let that weight sit on his shoulders because you were there and you made his world feel less bleak and hopeless. (Remember when he tells Jean "I could be the good guy" in that cute little way? the way he was desperate for her approval....I STILL HATE YOU FOR BEING MEAN TO HIM JEAN (okay but maybe logan should have backed off a woman that WAS taken and said no...gotta love me a stubborn man I suppose...)

It wasn't until a particularly dangerous mission that he finally breaks down, he's checking on you and you just can't handle it right now, trying to get him to just let you rest but he so desperately needs you, and needs you to be okay that he grabs you and kisses you. (Think of him and Jean in X2. He's just desperate for you.) He needs you to see how he feels about you before it becomes too late. It took you by surprise and took you a minute to even register what just happened but you kissed him back. He tells you he loves you, he's in love with you and he needs you. Things get heated after that, and afterwards you ask him when he began to feel this way for you, in which he'd teasingly say

"You got your heads in the cloud sweetheart. I've loved you the moment I met you."

[notrealistick]

I wish there were more fics about Ace leaving the wbp or not joining at all. And that they focus on why he won’t join, and everything that influences his decision.

Bc every time i think about it, Ace as a person is so much more dangerous and complicated than people give him credit for.

(Especially people saying he wasn’t "that" important to the story, or that he died for no reason) Do i think the way his death was written, could have been better? Absolutely! But that doesn’t mean his death wasn’t impactful, or important. (But thats a whole other thing.)

But let’s take it from the top. Ace is a person that’s been depressive since he figured out who his father was (age 5-6) even being told to end his life in many gruesome ways, even if not directly. He was dehumanized from the beginning by practically everyone around him, even the bandits and Garp (yes telling a CHILD, that they have to figure out themselves if they deserve to live or not, is fucking insane. The same as being called a demon by dadan)

Then he met Sabo and they started to get along, and stealing things from people/or ravaging thru the grey terminal,for their stash so they could achieve freedom. (This is extremely watered down bc it’s not the focus)

They do that for a few years, til Luffy comes along and the whole 3 months thing starts,. Until ofc bluejam gets luffy and the torture happens. Ace ofc being not only impressed and absolutely baffled at, how someone would do that not only to themselves but for him as well, when there was no reason to, gave Ace the go, at trusting Luffy.

I mean seriously Luffy getting tortured for hours, even tho he didn’t know Ace or Sabo well and him still being a child, must have absolutely terrified Ace, especially bc Luffy didn’t grow up like him, which means his body and mind isn’t adapted to being around crooks, thieves and criminals. Luffy being able to withstand torture like that, gave Ace the ability to welcome him into his life, bc he now knows that Luffy is willing to protect and do what is necessary for his loved ones, and Ace will do the exact same, even if it gets him killed. It’s a pattern he recognizes even if he hasn’t been in that situation yet, Ace always protects.

But coming back to whitebeard, he… did none of that..? It was just kinda weird for me to see him transfer so easily if at all "what do you mean easily" "he spent over hundred days trying to kill him" yeah that is just what happens when you kidnap someone and let them roam freely… like no shit they’re gonna attack..?

Take it into perspective real quick.

Ace wants to know if he’s strong. He wants to fight an emperor, to find out. He could have easily asked shanks for a battle but didn’t, bc he respects the guy and bc Luffy has practically dubbed him Family.

So he goes after whitebeard and says "I’m aiming to go after whitebeard" when he shows up at the beach he simply says "i wanna talk to whitebeard" ofc Jimbei says he won’t let that happen bc of his bloodlust even tho it didn’t look like Ace was emitting anything of the kind (it’s been a long time since i read the manga pls don’t sue me🥲)

But yeah they fight for five days straight almost killing each other, and then both collapsing at the end due to exhaustion. But Ace still got up again after whitebeard showed up and even managed an attack or two while protecting his crewmates.

That’s fucking insane. Ace got his devil fruit. made it thru paradise in the shortest amount of time ever. Was offered the position of warlord and managed to practically beat a warlord, all in the span of (apparently) ONE YEAR!!?! That’s terrifying and that’s definitely a person you should be scared of, if they come knocking at ya door.

But yeah showing up to a Fight that completely exhausted Ace and had him passed out on his feet and saying "i want you to become my son" feels like the biggest slap in the face… idk why but even i felt offended and insulted on Ace’s behalf. Like who the actual fuck says/does something like that??

I don’t even know why it pissed me off so much, maybe i was just annoyed bc Right after Ace literally said no flat out, (no literally means no, in any situation btw) and then passed out. Whitebeard just took him and his crewmates anyway and from then out just told him "he’s part of the family" like excuse you?

That’s not even the worst part. The others were worse, by making comments like "well you’re gonna be family soon enough" "we are your family now" and "you’ll change your mind" Like that sound manipulative and shady as fuck.

Like actually think about that, you said no, still get kidnapped and everyone else tells you you’re not a prisoner but you cannot leave and they tell you, that they’ll change your mind soon enough…

That’s terrifying, that’s scary. Especially for someone like Ace, that saw people die in the grey terminal, he saw what happened when others had more control. Ace went out to sea bc of his vow to Sabo and Luffy, and their core values were always freedom, and that never changed, it’s even said that Ace has more views that align with revolutionary beliefs rather than a pirate.

Whitebeard took away his freedom, his crewmates, that he swore to protect and put him into a situation that was impossible to win or escape from.

We all remember that Ace can’t run away from a fight, we saw it with bluejam in the grey terminal, and that in the Ace didn’t run away, and fought bluejam with Dadan til he passed out, after while Ace left him to die in the fire and working to get back home with dadan.

He explained that he couldn’t run away and that he thinks it’s because he’ll loose something important if he does. And it’s shown to be correct in every single fight, where he doesn’t run.

Grey terminal: Sabo, Luffy and bandits

Beach fight: crewmates

Baranao: innocent’s

Marineford: Luffy again

There’s always someone behind him, that he holds dear. So in the end it’s not pride that keeps him fighting, it’s responsibility and fear of losing something important. He swore to protect, which automatically makes him responsible for the people that stand behind him bc he promised and he’ll be dammed if he fails at protecting someone ever again.

So in the end Whitebeard practically made him live out his worst nightmares in a tame kind of way that absolutely disturbs me, even if he didn’t know. But all that summed up, i just got kinda pissed off about how the entire introduction to whitebeard went.

Ofc there’s the "he calls us sons, which makes us happy" thing but in all honesty, i highly doubt that could’ve been enough to sway a head strong and traumatized person like Ace. And i know they actually fight in his novel but that should have been the end of it, Ace giving up and admitting he can’t beat whitebeard

(which to be fair he already knew that? Like Ace isn’t that stupid and we know it, even if he had the power to kill whitebeard, he probably wouldn’t have done it, bc there’s no way he can fight over 100 members of the strongest yonko crew)

But yeah him taking off after that and maybe even allowing training or advice from the whitebeards would have been the only thing, i could’ve seen coming if Ace actually had, had a fait chance.

This is probably extremely messy, and there are probably many spelling mistakes and shit, but it’s also way longer than i expected, so i apologize (but then again it’s 2AM I’m tired and got slightly irritated that i couldn’t find any good fics where Ace wasn’t a whitebeard pirate, so this thing is probably very biased and mostly plays on my own emotions and trauma experience 👍 so i apologize for this weird character analysis of Ace done by an exhausted and extremely annoyed person) corrections in the text and mistake correction is very welcome

English is my third language, so the good writer thing doesn’t count ok😭

[br7ght]

Little Slut millie bright

summary: Your on-pitch rivalry with Millie Bright turns into a night you'll never forget

warnings: dom!millie, sub!reader, hate sex, gagging, degradation, praise kink (shocker), fingering, spanking, cunnilingus, and an embarrassingly large amount of dirty talk.

pairing: millie bright x reader

word count: 6000 [i genuinely could not stop writing and it's still going to be a two-parter ;)]

SMUT 18+

Just a simple reminder that this is fiction! If you don't like this content then simply do not read it! You have been warned

It was the third day of training camp and Sarina had you and the rest of the team playing a five-a-side game, just a friendly practice, but with Lucy and Millie playing it was never going to be anything like a friendly match. You were usually a semi-aggressive player, sliding in for tackles when you felt the match wasn’t going your way, but nothing in comparison to the other two. You were upfront, Millie Bright marking you as if you had hurt her in a previous life.

You two never really got along anyway, you both rubbed each other up the wrong way and you’d barely spent any time with her in comparison to the rest of the girls. You played for opposing teams and even fans had started to realise the tension between you two. One of you always seemed to end up on the floor when you played against each other, and Millie’s shirt was never the one covered in grass stains. She was relentless against you and by the time you’d finished the full 90 minutes you always looked like you’d been through the wars.

The ball falls to your feet for the third time in the last 15 minutes, you try desperately to dribble it around Millie but she was so much stronger and more athletic than you so you could barely more a few steps without it leaving your possession. You knew you were a good player, but she made you doubt yourself and that’s where you presumed the frustration originated. What made it worse was her smug looking smirk that she wore as she passed the ball up the pitch, turning back around and catching your eyeline. You hear Lucy shouting at you, her hard work getting it away from your goal ruined again as you just couldn’t get it by the force of Millie Bright.

The ball gets kicked out and you’re practising your teams corner kicks now, working on your positioning in the box, waiting for Greenwood to release the ball. You’re slightly leant over, trying to take up as much of the offensive line as you could. A strong hand fell against your back, the finger span reaching almost over half of your waist. You knew it was Millie even without looking. You pushed back into her, a groan leaving your lips as she holds her ground, and you swear you could hear a laugh as she can see you get more and more wound up by her behaviour.

Greenwood finally whips the ball in your direction, you go to jump for it but as your feet leave the ground, Millie shoves into you with her shoulder making you lose your balance in the air and you slam against the floor, knocking all the air out of your lungs as you grasp your ankle in pain. Millie offers you a hand, but you’d reached your limit of Bright today, batting her hand away and jumping up in response. You feel your anger bubble out of you, bravely getting in her face and shoving her hard. She looks taken aback by you as she stumbles backwards but it was no way strong enough to actually push her over, you don’t think you’d ever seen anyone successfully shove her to the floor.

“What the fuck was that?” Millie growled; you could hear the anger in her voice as she gets equally up in your face. However, she towers over you, she had a good extra 6 inches of height against you but you don’t see yourself backing down.

“What was what? I’m just throwing my weight around like you have to me this entire fucking game.” The anger was rising uncontrollably now, both of you in a stand-off against each other, both of your cheeks glowing red.

“God, Don’t be so fucking precious.” There was a suspicious smirk plastered across her face as her dark glaze caught you off guard. You were convinced you hated her, but now you weren’t so sure as you felt a gulp choke you in the back of your throat at her words.

“Oh fuck off Millie you’re doing my fucking head in.” The words left your mouth, and it was too late to take it back. By this point the rest of the team had noticed what was going on, all of them just watching as you stood in each other’s faces. It all got too much in your head and you started to walk away from her, but you were stopped by a strong grip on your arm spinning you straight back into it.

“No what is your fucking problem?” She demanded an answer, giving you a quick effortless shove and you could feel your body begin to burn as you stumble backwards, the combination of absolute rage but now also the confused arousal at her physical dominance over you. Your fists clenched and before you knew it, you’d been grabbed by someone, guiding you away for the situation, gripping hold of your shoulders. You could barely think straight, completely embarrassed of the altercation that you’d started, but she just made you so angry you couldn’t help it.

Lucy continued to guide you off the pitch, throwing her hand up to Sarina who just looked sick and tired of the team drama that always unfolded at training camp. As soon as you reached the tunnel you felt your anger build and build again.

“What on earth do you think you were doing, why start something with Bright when you’re that short.” Lucy joked, but also wanting you to answer her question. She was easily your favourite person in the group, despite you and her being the youngest and oldest in the starting XI.

“She just winds me up Luce, that fucking smugness on the pitch it’s so exhausting playing against her.” You admit, stopping in the middle of the tunnel as you knew Lucy had to make it back to training while you calmed down.

“I bet it winds you up, what all that dominance.”

“Not like that, fucking hell get your mind out of the gutter Bronzey.” You were even beginning to get agitated with her now. She shrugs in response to you, knowing in her head that she was right, but she didn’t want to be on the wrong side of you either.

“All I’m gonna say is you wanna sort this out.” She advised truthfully, “The one person you don’t want to start a physical rivalry with is Millie Bright, especially when she is twice the fucking size of you shorty.” With that she patted your back and ran back onto the pitch. You were seeing red at this point, storming off and finding your way back to your room to sort the mess in your head out once and for all.

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You were sat in your room about an hour later and your brain hadn’t stopped spinning since you were dragged off the pitch. You never shared a room at camp, thanking yourself as you laid back on the bed, finally feeling some level of calm. Still, you kept switching your phone on and off, flicking onto millies contact number before talking yourself out of it. You don’t know why you felt the need to apologise, but something Lucy had said had found its way deep into your brain and you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt. Yet as soon as the guilt washed over, you were back to being reminded how she had done everything she could to push you over the edge and the frustration bubbled back up.

You didn’t remember when you’d typed her username into Instagram, but you’d found yourself shamelessly stalking the older woman. You were observing her form, her muscular frame and the tattoo sleeve that covered up her biceps. You continued scrolling and you came across a certain picture of her in a white polo, the angle of the photo from below and it sent you into overdrive. Your mouth was ajar, and you finally let the feelings of arousal pool between your legs, your thighs subconsciously squeezing together.

You were barely in control of yourself as you reached your hand into your joggers, lifting up the waistband but before you could even do anything there was a knock at your door and you jumped out of your skin, removing your hand quickly and getting up.

You rearranged your hair, unlocking the latch and opening up the door. You were greeted with Millie, still in her kit, her Captain’s armband clasping around her muscular arms, her hair up in her signature bun, hair spilling out over the sides. She was still sweating, and you presumed she’d come straight from training.

“Millie what are you doing here?” You ask, your eyes rolling, and she was already scoffing at your reaction.

“I need an answer to my question, what’s your fucking problem with me?” She stepped into your room, and you felt your back hit the wall as she towered over you. That same Millie smirk was glaring right through you.

“Oh, shut up Bright, how can you be bothered to come here to start this again.” There was a deep annoyance to your tone. You were embarrassed that you’d let yourself believe she was turning you on, you nearly touched yourself thinking about her and now you were just writhing in anger all over again.

“I want to know what I’ve done that’s wound your pretty little head up so much.” Your breath hitched at her words, and she could see how much she was messing with your emotions. You ignored your arousal at her interruption, beginning to get angry as you felt her dominance intimidating you.

“What? So, you can keep doing it?” You couldn’t help but gaze down her frame, her wide stance doubling over you.

“God do you really think that bad of me?” You felt as though she was mocking you, you couldn’t tell, Millie was so difficult to read. You couldn’t tell what her intentions even were for barging into your room like this. Her words were having a huge effect on you, but you couldn’t tell whether this was what she wanted, turning you into a desperate mess.

“You know what Millie, yes, I do, you fucking strut around on the pitch throwing your weight around. You’ve barely said anything to me since I joined, and I’m convinced that this nice girl persona is all just a-” She forces her lips against yours and you swear you could see stars as she steps into your space, backing you fully against the wall, her hand cradling your back.

You couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but you kissed her back, fighting for dominance against her mouth but losing it quickly. She was never going to give into you, she had her own plan for the evening, and it didn’t involve fighting you for control.

She pulls back, smiling at your flushed red cheeks. Her fingers tuck the strand of hair behind your ear, dragging the tips down your neck, nails grazing against your skin.

“Well, I’ve worked out how to get you to shut up now haven’t I” She grimaced down at you, her dominance announced itself to the entire room. You could barely string a sentence together, your emotions running through your head, too many to keep track.

“Millie, I- “

“I think that’s what’s been going on hm?” She finished her sentence hovering over your neck, latching onto your skin and making her mark against you.

“What?” You ask innocently, your head hitting against the wall as you felt her teeth dig into your neck, a small moan exiting your lips and her grip against your back tightened.

“You need me to fuck all this stupid talk out of you.” Her words came naturally to her, and you couldn’t even bare to admit to yourself how wet it was making you. The only thing you can do is nod at her comment, reaching for the back of her neck and pulling her close to you again. You needed her lips against yours, the burning heat between you growing as she slid her tongue against your lips pleading for entrance into your mouth.

You allowed it, her tongue swiping against yours. She gripped your thighs, making sure to squeeze your ass before lifting you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. This was effortless for her, slamming your back against the wall again making you gasp into her mouth. She used this moment to take your bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it back before letting it go again, inciting a string of breathy moans of excitement as she held you tightly.

She moved you from the wall, not once breaking your forceful, desperate kisses. You felt her grip let you go, and you fell against the bed right next to your unlocked phone that was still on Millie’s Instagram. She smirked as she looked at you unaware that she had already seen what you were looking at before she arrived.

“What’s this babe?” She questioned with fake curiosity; she knew exactly what you were doing with the picture that it was frozen on. She picked up your phone, kneeling next to your horizontal body, waving the screen in front of your face. Your face must have been a deep red colour, the blood rushing to your head and you didn’t even know what you could say to hide what you’d really thought about doing when you saw that picture. “Tell me what you were doing with this picture of me.”

“Nothing, I was just looking.” She didn’t believe you, the shaky delivery of your lie not helping disguise your shame. Millie runs her fingers over your shirt until she reaches your nipple, rolling it between her fingers and thumb, pinching lightly through your shirt.

“Tell me the truth or you’re going to regret it.” Her words were serious, but you were lost in the way your shirt was being shifted up your body, your bare breasts reacting to the cool breeze that was drafting through the room. She swaps her hand for her mouth, flicking her tongue harshly against the hardening nub.

“I wasn’t doing anything I swear.” You lied again but you couldn’t stop the aching arousal that was growing inside of you as she moved to focus on your left nipple, taking it completely into her mouth. A little sweet moan slipped from you lips as she starts sucking and licking it in a strong, relentless rhythm. Her strokes worked harder, her tongue now lashing across your sensitive nipple, her nails digging into the sides of the other.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, not when I have you moaning like this already.” With no warning, she bit her teeth down hard against your left nipple, you yelped in pain, and you knew she wasn’t going to stop until you admitted what you’d done.

“Fuck Millie fine I was going to touch myself while looking at you.” The words fell desperately from your lips, and she soothed your sensitive chest by flattening her tongue over your nipple, her saliva cooling the searing pain she’d caused a few seconds ago.

“That’s better babe, you’re learning already.” Her words were making you weak as she reaches her arm underneath your back, cradling you in her arms as she toyed with you, teasing you, working you up until you were trembling. She was placing kisses up your chest, only touching you with her fingertip, her nails leaving a tingle wherever she touches. These gentle touches just letting you know that what you had admitted was turning her on.

“Millie please just do something.” You whimper in suspense, looking up at the blonde who was domineeringly leaning over your body, her hands roaming every part of you. She untied your jogger strings, slipping them down off your legs and you watch as her cheeks flush red at the sight of your black lace lingerie.

“Mm, these are pretty baby girl, did you put these on for me?” Her tone was getting harsher, her grip on your skin getting rougher and you could feel her lust behind her fingertips. You nod and she smiles against your thigh, her hands could fit around the width of your leg and there was something incredibly seductive about the way she was spreading them open, licking her lips in anticipation. “Let’s get these off now though.” By the time her sentence was finished she had your underwear halfway off you, her movements becoming rushed and desperate herself, but she could hold herself together and she was planning on doing so.

You feel the cold air of the room hit your bare skin, the warmth of her hands not going to where you needed her the most and she knew it. She could see the desperation behind your eyes, but she wasn’t going to just give it to you. Millie had you completely naked and you suddenly became aware of her being fully dressed, now kneeling in-between your legs. You had been so distracted by her touches and teasing that this was the first time you were really watching her. The way her blonde hair was messily sat on top of her head, her captain’s armband still gripping her muscles. You were desperate to see what was underneath, but there was something so alluring about her fucking you in that kit.

She grips your head, pulling you in to an upright position, kissing your forcefully as you are readjusted to fit where she wanted you to be. “You are so fucking gorgeous, look at the way your nipples are just permanently hard when you look at me.” She teases, pinching the left with force and making you moan into her mouth. “I want you to watch yourself.”

You felt your breath leave your lungs at her words, she moved out from between your legs, fingers under your chin as she moved your gaze to the mirror that was on the wall opposite the bed. You had a perfect view of yourself, sat legs spread, dark marks all the way up your body. You watch as Millie moves to sit behind you, letting you fall back into her arms. “You are going to watch as I touch you.” It was an order and you felt yourself get all shy, hiding your face in her arm as you twist and squirm, your face bright red with embarrassment.

“I said watch. I mean it baby don’t make me angry again.” Her voice was harsh, the combination of praise and dominance doubling the arousal between your legs. Her captaincy coming out of her as she forces you back into position. She hooks her legs over yours, forcing your legs to stay wide open. You catch your own gaze back at you, watching as Millie’s hands roamed your chest again, pinching at your nipples and watching you in the mirror as your head flung back and you gasped against her neck.

Your legs were spread wide open and every time you looked forward you could see her eyes burning on you, watching as she brought her hand down to your inner thigh, tracing small circles and itching up higher and higher until she was so damn close but still not giving into you. You were entranced by the scene unfolding in front of your eyes, her tongue was on her own lips again and it was a look that you couldn’t ever recover from.

“Please Millie, I need you, I just want you to fuck me.” The urgency was clear from your voice, but she just laughs at your desperation, continuing her small circles around your thighs. “Millie please.”

She pulls your hair back hard and the gasp that came from your lips was completely involuntary. “Stop being a fucking whore, you will get what I give you.” She spat, her voice turning to a growl as she lets your hair go, her hand cupping your heat, not giving you any pressure, and not letting you grind yourself against her. “Talking of whores, you’ve made a fucking mess of yourself, haven’t you?” Her grin was so intimidating as she felt your wetness against her hand, you were a whining mess against her palm, and she was loving it.

“Millie-” You were cut off again, the same hand moving up to cover your mouth and you groan against it, hips thrusting against nothing but the air in the room, desperate for some sort of contact.

“You’re pushing your luck sweetheart.” Millie whispers, her other hand moving around your throat, cutting off your oxygen completely. She had a tight grip around your marked neck as you twist in attempt to remove yourself from her hold. You give in and she lets go of you, trailing her hands back down your body as you catch your breath. You watch everything she does to you, observing the smirk that she made in reaction to your noises when she got closer to where you needed her before moving them back up your body. She was driving you crazy on purpose, punishing you for making her so angry a few hours earlier.

“Would you like me to touch you baby?” You nod, not speaking or begging, doing everything she asked of you. The power she held over you as she had you vulnerable and trembling between her legs. “There’s a good girl.” She praises and you watch as her hand found its way back down to your aching pussy, dragging her finger through your folds, swiping gently through the wetness that she found between your legs. She brings her hand up to her mouth, making direct eye contact with your reflection as she tastes you. You moan just from watching her and your hips buck upwards involuntarily just trying to contact something as she wound you into a frustrated arousal.

She teases your entrance, pushing just the tip of her finger inside of you and you feel your head fall back to rest on her shoulder. The pleasure making it difficult for you to keep your head held. “No baby, watch as I enter you.” You do as she says, knowing you wouldn’t get what you wanted without it. Your lips pressed together as you watch her finger move fully inside of you, pumping her arm, her muscles flexing as she starts to thrust her wrist.

“Fuck Millie, I need more, please.” You beg accidentally, but she turns a blind eye, giving you what you want. She adds a second finger and your eyes slam shut, focusing on the feeling of Millies fingers curling upwards and hitting your spot every time she entered you. As soon as your eyes shut you felt her movements still, her fingers buried inside of you but not moving. You whine and when your eyes open and catch her gaze in the mirror she continues. You understood the rules and Millie was definitely going to stick to them.

“Good girls get what they want baby, so I suggest you keep looking at yourself while I fuck you if you want this to end nicely.” The words came out her mouth so casually, but it sounded so goddamn attractive, the eye contact in the mirror making it so much more intense as you watch your pussy stretch around her fingers.

“My clit, please touch me.” The frustration was building up and you could barely hear yourself speak, your mind foggy at the sight of Millie fingering you.

“God you’re a needy girl aren’t you.” She smirked, shifting her hand so she could rub small circles around your clit with her thumb and you gasped in pleasure as the built-up pressure inside of you was released. She was getting you closer and closer, the little groans she kept making in your ear combined with her little nips against your neck all adding to your building orgasm. “Look at yourself baby, look how hot you look taking my fingers.”

You could feel your legs beginning to shake, your moans growing louder as she applied a stronger pressure to your swollen clit, thrusting her fingers quicker. You were so close, and she stopped, removing her hand from you, letting you come all the way back down. You look at her with confusion, turning your head to look at her properly.

“That’s what you get for being so whiny baby girl.” You whine in response, fittingly of course. Squirming around, trying to shut your legs to gain some sort of contact but Millie’s legs were pinning them apart, not letting you get your own way. She started her teasing again and you thought your body was going to collapse at the lack of contact she was making with your body again.

“Millie, you’re driving me crazy, please just fuck me again, make me cum for you.” You felt pathetic and desperate, her small smile making you realise this was exactly how she wanted you to feel. The kisses on your neck changed when she sunk her teeth into your skin, making you cry out.

“Stop fucking begging.” Her sentences were getting shorter, her patience running dry with you. You wanted to rile her up to, there was a sense of curiosity about her growing anger and how her face was growing redder as you fought back against her dominance.

When her hand reached to your entrance again, you felt your bratty side begin to shine through. She pushed two fingers inside of you again and after a few thrusts you decided to wind her up even more. You were watching her in awe as she worshipped your body. “Fuck me harder, please I need you to fuck me properly.”

That was the last thing you remembered saying, your bratty side being broken down as she pushed you down onto the bed, switching her position so she was straddled on top of you, your arms pinned down next to your head. “You’re feeling brave hm?” She asked, you felt way more intimidated as you were forced to look at her face rather than the reflection of her behind you. You nodded your head, using up the last ounce of your bratty side. She grabs your chin, forcing your head up as she leans over making sure the only thing you could see was her face.

“You wanna be fucked like my little slut?” She growled, you nod, and she wasn’t having your silent responses anymore. She chokes you, harder than before, your head going fuzzy for a second. “You better fucking answer me, or I’ll leave you here, pathetically trembling for me.”

“Yes Millie, fuck me please.” This was all you could come up with in the heat of the moment and when she laughed at your response you knew you weren’t getting away so easily.

“Tell me what you are then.” Her patronising tone and strong grip around your throat making you squirm but her legs straddled your stomach, keeping you pinned down against the mattress.

“Your little slut.” You whisper, your voice being taken away with how nervous you were in her presence. Seeing Millie so in charge of you was a normal occurrence on the pitch, but your pleasure being in her hands was something that made you so vulnerable but so desperate for her.

“And trust me, you’ll know it.” She kisses you with such force you could barely think straight, her hand still remaining around your throat, her teeth biting down on your lip, everything about this was rough and dirty. She continues to mark your neck and you were moaning in desperation, every bite she made you knew would leave a souvenir of this night, being able to see every mark that she makes on you. You felt your core ache and each mark she made down your neck and on your chest was making you whine, and you could feel each time you pushed her buttons as her teeth sunk in harder, sucking your skin with the intention of making you feel it for hours afterwards.

“You need to stop fucking whining.” Millie sits up, her fully dressed form starting to drive you mental with curiosity of wanting to see what her clothes was underneath. She reached for her Captains armband, sliding it quickly off her arm and shoving it into your mouth. “That should keep you quiet for me.”

You couldn’t believe the position you were in, underneath your captain with her armband gagging you, stopping you from moaning when she touches you. She places your hands above your head, her eyebrow raises telling you to keep them there. Millie pulls her t-shirt off, your eyes widening at the sight of what you’d imagined a few seconds ago, her toned stomach glistening in the hotel room light. “I want you over my lap.”

You moaned into the armband, the thought of being leant over her lap making you shake with anticipation. Before you could react, she was sat on the edge of the bed, her hand in your hair pulling you onto all fours, your stomach falling flush against her closed thighs.

Without a warning you felt two fingers being pushed into you, a quick relentless pace not allowing you to get used to the stretch needed to fit around her. You were moaning unashamedly against your gag, gasping as her flat handed palm hit your ass with a sting. She kept this going until you were a trembling mess over her lap. Each spank was met with her fingers curling harshly against your g-spot, her own groans making you dizzy as she worked hard to roughly thrust her fingers in and out of your cunt. “If only everyone could see you now.” She hummed, your pants getting more laboured as you felt your orgasm building in your stomach. “Bent over my lap with my armband stopping those pathetic little noises that you’re making for me.”

You felt yourself getting closer and when her arm snaked around your body to find your throbbing clit, she barely drew three circles against it and you were crying out against the armband every time you felt her fingers slam against your sweet spot. Your thighs were shaking, and your nails were gripping into her thighs as you felt your inevitable orgasm building. With one more spank you feel your core collapse with blinding pleasure and your orgasm burns through your body, your hips jolting uncontrollably as she fucks you through it.

You were so sensitive, but Millie was still thrusting her fingers into you, adding a third finger and your muffled moans spurring her to continue fucking you, her pace getting quicker as your thighs never stopped shaking. She was not in the mood to let you have any say in how she was taking you, the addition of her third finger stretching you out more than before. Her endless circles against your clit were getting stronger as you desperately winced through the overstimulation. “Come on, give me another, I know you can do it for me.” The mix of praise as you were degraded over her lap did it for you, the last orgasm still fluttering through you as the next one came out of nowhere.

Her harsh thrusts and small circles sent you into a state of shock, this orgasm lasting twice as long as the last and your hips now pushing back against Millies fingers. “Oh baby,” She sighed, removing her fingers, your body rigid over her lap. She tugs on your hair again, forcing you up onto your knees, your legs barely able to hold your own weight up. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” She said, gesturing towards her hand dripping in your arousal. You watch as she takes a finger and places it against her tongue, sucking up every last drop. Her eyes were dark with lust as her eyes trailed down your naked body that was kneeling to the side of her, the florescent green armband the only item of clothing in sight between your teeth.

“I think this will shut you up on the pitch now hm?” She questioned, squeezing your cheeks, and taking the armband out of your mouth, the drenched fabric being thrown to the side. “Each time you see me wearing this you’ll be imagining yourself bent over my lap.” With the gag out of your mouth, your groans and gasps sounded more intense than before, and you could see the lust behind Millies eyes. With your noises now at full strength, each moan was creating a pool between her own thighs, but she was too focused on you to even notice it.  

“Come lie right here, legs spread.” She demanded, pointing to her face as she lied back on the bed. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion; you thought you were done. The throbbing sensitivity between your legs signalling that you couldn’t take any more and while the thought of riding Millie’s face was driving you crazy you didn’t think you had it in you to go again. “What’s wrong? You wanted to be fucked like my little slut so you’re going to do as you’re told and come and straddle my face. Now.”

Within seconds you found your knees spread, planted on the mattress, one on either side of her face. Her hands were holding your waist tightly, her strength keeping you stuck in place, disallowing your hips from grinding against her tongue. You were moaning into the mattress as her tongue explored your folds, swirling it around your oversensitive clit. Each time you felt the push of her tongue against your bundle of nerves you were met with a pleasurable shock that was sent right through your body. Her hands were gripping the back of your thighs before her fingers crawled towards your well fucked pussy, deciding she wasn’t finished with you just yet.

With the immediate push of three fingers into your entrance you moaned loudly, you felt your hips being lifted, allowing her to speak against your pussy. “That’s its baby, moan for me, make those pretty noises now you can. This is the only way I want to hear my name on your lips.” You gasp as her tongue instantly reconnects with your clit, swirling those same excruciating circles that were drawing your third orgasm closer.

You couldn’t control the sinful noises that were escaping your open mouth. You were being railed over Millie’s face and her thrusts were still getting stronger. Her stamina was unsurprisingly relentless, her muscular build finally being of somewhat use to you.

“Fuck Mils I’m so close.” You pant, moans interrupting your words, with her movements speeding up a fraction you took this as permission, but you couldn’t stop it either way. The orgasm that came made your knees buckle, your body unable to hold itself over Millies’s mouth, your thighs squeezing her head into place against your clit. Her tongue flicked back and forth over your nub as you rode out your orgasm, her hands no longer keeping your hips in place as you grind against her mouth. Her name, as predicted, was tumbling out of your mouth as the overwhelming waves of your prolonged orgasm continued to ripple through you. You could feel her moans vibrating through your body as you rode it out, this one was mind-blowing and your brain felt frozen in this moment for way longer than the last, which you didn’t believe was possible.

Millie was still smiling when you finally gained the strength to remove yourself from her face, you were aided by Millie’s grip that was helping you move your body down to match how she was laying. You were snuggled in her arms now and this felt strangely right as your head was hidden in the crease of her neck.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson now.” She grinned, her fingers running through your sweat drenched hair.

“If anything, I’ll be shoving you more.” This gained you a swift slap to your ass and you wince immediately, your skin still sensitive from when she had you bent over her lap. This gave you the confidence you needed, you were desperate to touch her and you had been since she kissed you in the doorway. You reached your hand down the waistband of her shorts that she was still wearing, and Millie looked at you with surprise.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She protested with her tone of voice but the way her hips rose to meet your hand was anything but resistance. It was your turn to smirk now as it seemed that Millie seemingly didn’t know you well enough to know that you’d want so desperately to return the favour.

“I want to show you that your little slut can do more than making pretty noises.”  

(hope everyone is ready for a part 2)

[forsaken-headcanons]

A collection of my wonderful c00lkidd headcanons =)

1. Despite having the strength to tear doors off, he struggles with basic tasks like opening juice boxes, and will often ask his dad to help him with it

2. He has short attention span (gen alpha reference11!!!1???) and sometimes will forget he's chasing someone if something distracts him, like a cool rock, or his own reflection in a mirror

3. After killing someone, he might tuck them in with random objects like sticks, dirt, thinking he's helping them “rest better”

4. When he's really excited, he doesn't laugh like you'd expect from a typical kid, he would just starts screaming

5. His compliments are kinda odd, for example, saying “your bones are really strong!” after hitting somebody

6. He will get visibly anxious if he can't find his dad (007n7) , and will start calling him in a shaky voice

7. c00lkidd and bluududd are long-lost siblings, but nether of them realizes it

8. He thinks Elliot’s workplace is some sort of playground, having memories of “redecorating” it when in reality he was just griefing it

9. He loves anything shiny, especially glow in the dark stickers, which he will collect them and stick them onto himself and other things, like bottle caps, broken glass, and screws

10. He sleeps in odd places, like under the table, in closets, or on the ceiling

11. Whether he's whispering a secret or screaming, his voice would always stay at the same loud volume.

12. Sometimes for no absolute reason, he’ll just stand still and let out a loud deep roar like its completely normal

13. He's born in October, making his favorite holiday Halloween. He loves spooky decorations, fake cobwebs, and Halloween costumes. This also explains his obsession with “Spooky Scary Skeletons” which he plays constantly in his room, or whenever he exploits. And also he doesn't understand that Halloween is a one in a year holiday, so he randomly wears throughout the year spoopy costumes.

14. his room is covered in red posters advertising “Team c00lkidd” featuring himself. There are also tons of decals of himself that he's put over furnitures and walls

15. When he was just 4, 007n7 enrolled him in a kindergarten. The entire place had to be shut down after c00lkidd had burnt it down, somehow

*cough*

Fifteen. That must be some kind of record. Great headcanons, both cute and disturbing.