#i have no idea if i answered your question anon. none whatsoever.

[this-is-krikkit]

What quality standards do you have for fanfiction? Either yours or someone else's.

well, i don't wanna call myself an easy birl, except i kind of am when it comes to reading fanfic lmao. what i mean is i'll give almost anything a shot (depending on my mood, the "mark for later" button is there for a reason after all) and i'll rarely be disappointed, as long as: the form is readable (somewhat proper punctation, separated paragraphs and not like a whole block of text, that type of thing), and the content is appropriately tagged in terms of warnings and spoilers and the like. if we dig a little deeper, a minimum of consistency in worldbuilding and/or plot is ofc important (especially in multichapters or AUs), as well as making the characters sound/act like themselves no matter how ooc the premise of the fic might seem (i'm very open minded in that regard btw, i love to envision characters in unexpected situations as long as it's brough to me in a believable manner!). i truly don't think a fic needs to have the most elaborate of vocabulary or the highest word count to be good; i think it all relies on how well the author's able to express their feelings for the character(s) through their work. so even if it's not grammatically perfect or the writer clearly has a favorite type of phrasing they keep using along the fic, or there's a dozen typos in a single one shot; as long as there's 1) a coherent and interesting idea there, and 2) enough passion for their own concept (sometimes with adorably too long author's notes with lore they couldn't put in the fic itself but can't resist sharing with the readers anyway) that you can tell they put so much effort into the writing... then it's a quality fic imo. that's all fandom is anyway, right? trying your hardest to convey how much you care about fictional blorbos and whatever scenario you've come up with for them, so that someone else can resonate with it and feel understood (even if it's only though a free, freaky bedtime story written by some stranger who's decades older and lives six thousand kilometers away).

as for my own writing, it's simple really: it's got to feel like the most perfect piece i've ever written and could ever write (for the second before i hit "post" and the inevitable Self Cringe starts creeping in and only grows from there, i mean), otherwise i will agonize over it for a couple more months/years before thinking it's worthy of being put out there for my 3 regular readers to check out 😎

[chelleztjs18]

Night Time Shenanigans (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff x Female!AvengersReader

Summary: A fun night time snack run with your girlfriend.

Warning: None. Just a fluffy one.

Requested: Yes

A/n: Knock knock! It's another fluff fic with Wanda here! Thank you Curious George anon for the help during the process of writing on this one especially the corny ideas. haha. Happy reading!

Main Masterlist

Pietro slowly parks the car at the parking spot of the store that you want to go to. “Okay, y/n, we are here. Are you sure you want to go inside? I don’t mind going and getting the snacks everybody wants.” His blue eyes look at you in the back seat through the mirror.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I’m okay. I can find all the snacks.” you answer drunkenly as you tap his shoulders then get out of the car.

“But, you are drunk, y/n.” you ignore Pietro’s disagreement despite you can hear it from the open window of his car. “Sestra, are you gonna let her go by herself?” He added the question towards her twin sister.

“Oh course not, Piet. I’ll go with her.” Wanda replies and gets out of the car to catch you up.

Surprisingly, the world has been in pretty good peace. No aliens nor villains attack whatsoever lately, so you and your teammates have been having chances to relax and spend time together. Tonight is movie night with some drinking of course and right now you are a little more buzzed than usual.

You scurry your steps while trying not to be obvious that you are searching for your balance at the same time. Your eyes actively search where the snacks aisle is because everybody craves potato chips which you don’t understand why they want salty snacks when they are drunk.

Unlike the others, you crave crackers and anything sweet. So when you find the crackers and cookies aisle, you definitely forget your main destination.

Meanwhile Wanda is looking for you as she pushes the shopping cart. She knows you very well by now from dating you for more than two years and she goes straight to where she is sure where you are at now.

“There you are. Detka, you didn’t wait for me. I was looking for you.” She says as soon as she finds you looking around for your favorite.

“Babe, we’re crack-a-lackin!” you exclaimed. You are a quiet person when you are sober but when you are drunk, not so much. Alcohol usually gives you more confidence and makes you more at ease. Caught off guard with your pretty loud pun at the silent store, it slows her brain down to process it. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a few seconds.

“Get it, babe? Crack-a-lackin? You know, cracker- lacking because they don’t have the crackers that I like.” you explained.

The brunette Avengers playfully rolls her eyes and holds a smile as soon as she understands what you were trying to say. “You and your puns.” she giggles.

“What about the crackers that I gave you two days ago, you liked that one.” your girlfriend suggests as she rubs your back gently. “Nope, they don’t have it either.” You continue walking through the aisle.

“How about your favorite chocolate cookies?” She pitches another piece of advice to you.

“No, Nada, zilch. I looked for that too. Is it a National crackers and cookies day or something? How come they don’t have the good stuff here, why did people buy them all?” You rambled and pouted at the same time.

“Well, we can try other brands of cookies or different flavors.” Wanda adds as her eyes try to find other cookies that you might like.

“How about this—” before even Wanda can finish her question, she gets interrupted with the fact that you are not there with her.

“Y/n?” With a deep sigh, she walks to find you.

_____

As luck would have it, you are only an aisle away from her. Her heart smiles when she sees you examining the sweets shelves with a bag of M&M chocolates in your hands.

“What you got there?” she asks.

“Oh M&M and you know what, Wands? I think I’m like M&M.” your hooded eyes look at her confused green eyes.

“And, why is that?” Wanda asks in bewilderment.

“Because I also melt in your hands.” you stated your corny lines with a wink as you put the bag of treats in the carts.

She instantly snorts a laugh. “Oh my god, y/n. That was so cheesy.” she shakes her head a little and follows where you are going.

Wanda stops to pick up some chocolaty goodies for herself. Then she hears some rushed steps only to find you run back to her and you hide both of your hands behind your back. All smiling like a proud little kid who has a surprise for you.

“What do you have in your hands, baby?” she asks shortly before you hand her a bag of Hershey's kisses. “Don’t ever say I never give you kisses.” you playfully declared.

Wanda can’t help herself to laugh and this time she laughs louder.

“Well then I would ask for some more right now.” Wanda excitedly demands with a teasing smirk followed by her index finger gently taps her lips. You lean to her, letting your face get closer. right when your lips get close enough to hers, you stop and say “Oh Wanda, of course you’ll get some more kisses, I can’t ever Reese-ist that.” You waggle your eyebrows in a frisky way.

Wanda lets out a pretend gasp as her cheeks slowly turn color to a rosie shade. She batted her eyebrows in disbelief followed by another laugh. “Oh–my–god, babe! Sometimes I forget how corny you are.”

You look at her, adoring her smile and every single feature of her face. Her laughter sounds like the most beautiful melody ever exists. “Gosh Wanda, you are so gorgeous.” it takes a second for your lips to reach hers. Both of you smile on each other's lips after the kiss.

“Y/n, sweetie. That was very lovely. As much as I love our kiss but we still have to get the snacks and chips for the others.” Her fingers fix your hair a little, she lovingly smiles. Helplessly, in love with you and your dorkiness.

“Ah, yeah, right. Snacks and chips. Oh take a look at this, Wands! I'll get this for Natasha." You agreed but a few steps after, you got distracted with something and it reminds you of your red haired best friend.

"Truffle? I don't know that Nat likes chocolate truffles." A line appears between her eyebrows, as she squints with confusion.

"I don't know if she likes them either. I'm getting this just so I can say 'I knew you were truffle when you walked in' to her when I give it to her later." You patch a smile talking about your plan with Wanda.

“Ouh yeah, that’s a good one. I wanna see Nat’s face when you do that. So yeah get that chocolate truffle babe.” Wanda looks as excited as you are now and she is fully on board with it and then the two of you wander around.

As both of you two reach the cereal aisle, without hesitation you turn your way in and your girlfriend patiently follows you. Her mind automatically put milk in her imaginary shopping list if you are getting some cereals as well.

Then suddenly you halt yourself. “Oooh, my love, look! This is so you!” You grab a box off the shelf.

“Honey Nut Cheerio? Why?” she tilts her head a little, her brain trying to solve your pun-puzzle like usual.

“Well, you are my Honey and sometimeeeess just sometimes you can be a little ‘Nuts’ or weird on certain thing BUT not in a bad way though. So you are my Honey Nut.” your fingers form an air quote at the word Nuts while you carefully explain what you mean on your joke.

Wanda laughs at your antics. “Ooookaaaay, that’s a funny nickname. I can live with that and you know what? that makes you my sweet corn-pun.”

“Excuse me? your what?” you playfully ask.

“My sweet is because I always call you that. Corn-pun is because your puns you gave me have been pretty corny and I love them.”

“Hey now, I’m not corny.” you pretend that you are slightly offended by showing the fake pout on your blushing face.

“Malyshka, I let you call me Nuts, so it will be only fair if you let me call you corny.” she giggles and winks at the same time.

“Ah, okay okay. Fair enough. Gosh your brother will make fun of me so bad if he knows you are calling me corny.” you agree in defeat.

“Oh trust me, y/n. He will.” Wanda tries to hold a laugh on the funny thoughts. With that the two of you proceed to the chips aisle.

You and Wanda grab the chips that everybody wants, you are sobering up a little and the cart starts to get full. You are glad that you went to the store with Wanda. Your girlfriend’s cheeks feel tired from smiling and laughing a lot because of your jokes and puns. It’s her reason why she loves you, you always make her laugh and smile no matter what. Both of you even forgot that Pietro is waiting in the car for so long already until the silver haired Sokovian calls his twin sister.

A call from Pietro and a few text conversations with Natasha later, Wanda can’t find you anywhere near her. Aisle after aisle, she searches for you. She keeps guessing where you would be but she has no luck finding you. She gives up and just right before Wanda decides to use her magic to find you, she remembers one last aisle that she is sure that’s where you are at now.

And, Wanda was right. She found you at the toy aisle, looking at two boxes of Lego sets on each of your hands. She noticed that you look as indecisive as you were when you tried to decide the matching tattoos you have with Wanda. She knows how much you love Lego and tattoos. You love them so much that you have too many choices to pick out.

“My sweet.” Wanda greets you as she smiles with such adoration.”

“Hm?” You answer knowingly it was her while you observe the two boxes in your hands. Your eyebrows furrowed, your gaze carefully bounced left and right.

“Getting yourself more legos? What are the choices this time?” Wanda asks as she stands closer to you and the boxes float in the air with her red magic tendrils around it so she can check out your dilemmas.

“Oh, I’m debating between these Bowser sets or the Electric Guitar one. Both of them will be so much fun to build but the Bowser one will take longer than the other one.” you explain and you start to pour a little.

“Aw pumpkin. Why don’t you get both of them? I have Tony’s card anyway.” Wanda casually pitches the idea.

“Well, it’s never really about the price, Wands. It’s more about how long it takes to get them done. Sometimes I want to finish it fast but not too fast either, you know.”

“But you like and you want both of them, right?” another question comes out of Wanda’s lips

“Uh, yes.”

“Well, in that case, we are getting you both of these sets. Take your time on building it and I will help you sometimes if you want, y/n. I love Legos too and you enjoy it when we are doing it together anyway.” Both boxes float away then gently land into the shopping cart.

“Let's start one of them tonight as soon as we get back at the compound.” Her face lights up with excitement. She is very much sure that you would love her idea.

“Oh yeah, that’s a great idea, Wanda. Sam and Bucky will pick the movie tonight and they always choose horror movies. You never like scary movies.” 

“Uh huh. So, let’s go. Before Pietro comes here looking for us and takes us to the car with his power.” Wanda grabs your hand and walks with you while her magic pushes the shopping cart around.

_____

“Your savior is here!” you exclaim as you walk in holding bags of snacks in one hand and your girlfriend’s hand in your other. All your teammates cheer for your arrival.

“Anyway, y/n and I decided to call it a night. We will just chill in our room.” Wanda announces with her obvious thick accent.

You hear them expressing their disappointment. “I know, I know but we don’t like scary movies and we know that Bucky and Sam will pick one plus I just got new legos.” You explain casually as you hand each of them their snacks and intentionally leave Nat’s snack as the last one to be handed out.

“Where’s mine, y/n?” Nat curiously peeks inside the bag then looks at you.

“Oh don’t worry Natty. Here you go.” you give her the snacks with a knowing smirk and being your best friend for years, she knows that you are up to no good. Even though you are a quiet person most of the time, you love joking around here and there especially with Natasha.

“What? What’s up with the smirk?” The red haired Avengers confidently shows her suspicions through her tone and question.

“Nothing. I got you some sweets too.” You pull out the chocolate truffles you got her and Wanda secretly excited to see how her reactions are going to be while internally holding her giggles.

“Awww, y/n, that’s so nice—” Natasha’s gratitude got interrupted by you.

“I knew you were truffles when you walked in, Nat.” you put them in her hand. Confused, Natasha’s gaze flicks between you and the truffles.

The team laughs at the same time with her finally realizing what your pun means.

“Haha. Very funny. You better run now Y/n, before I give you trouble and kick your ass!” Natasha plays along.

“Welp, gotta dash! Come on babe!” You grab Wanda’s hand then sprint to your room followed by Natasha.

Of course, your girlfriend came to the rescue. As she giggles at the situation, Wanda suddenly stops and uses her magic on Natasha. In a blink, Natasha floats and then lands on the couch as if she is held hostage.

“Wanda!! This is not fair! Let me kick your girlfriend’s ass!” You hear Natasha demand her freedom from Wanda’s magic.

“Sorry, Nat! Nobody can kick my Y/n. The magic will be gone in fifteen minutes.” Wanda answers from afar.

“What?? Oh come on! I can’t even eat my snacks and the freaking truffle for fifteen minutes?!” Natasha complains at the same time as the others laugh but you know she is far away from being upset with you, well you hope so.

“That was so funny. Come on detka, let’s build your legos.” Wanda laughs. She holds your hands and continues her power walk to your shared bedroom.

A/n: Welp, thats it for today! let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more. See you in next!

Cheerio!

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[once-in-a-blood-moon]

I think it would be hilarious to do tell no lies for mammon he'd be soooo flustered trying to be all tsudere only for what he really means to come out

Mammon - Tell No Lie

Mammon x GN! reader

Prompt: It’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.

AN: Yes! I thought the same thing! I hope you enjoy this one, Anon! :)

Warnings: None

The library was blanketed in silence- except for the occasional crackle of the fire or the light flick of a page.

Mammon was one of the culprits who added to the ambience as he mindlessly flipped through the pages of his textbook. He had found himself, along with Levi and you in a tutoring session led by Satan… per Lucifer’s request. His and Levi’s grades were subpar at best, and since you were new to some of the classes held at RAD, you needed all the help you could get. 

Mammon’s eyes drifted up from the monotonous blocks of words to you who sat across from him in one of the armchairs and watched as you diligently scribbled into your notebook. It didn’t seem that you were going to catch him anytime soon as you were too focused on what you were doing, so Mammon continued his observations for some minutes. He noticed the stray hairs that were caught on your eyelashes and moved with every blink. Your lips slightly pursed as you concentrated. 

If this tutoring session was focused on studying the subject of you, Mammon would have no trouble focusing whatsoever. If there was a small pop quiz at the end to make sure he actually studied, he’d ace it with flying colors. 

Actually, this isn’t the first time he’s admired you. Over the past few months of you living with him and his brothers, Mammon’s feelings towards you grew, and he took every opportunity he could to be close to you.

Though he’d never admit that out loud… or maybe he would, considering he couldn’t get his mouth to cooperate whenever you were around. 

“Mammon, could you do your admiring on your own time?” Satan announced with annoyance. “Should I remind you that this study group exists partially due to your poor grades?” 

Mammon ripped his attention away from you in favor of giving Satan a death stare. 

‘I wasn’t admiring. Their face just looks funny!’

“I- So what if I was? They’re nice to look at!” 

A muffled snicker came from the otaku on Mammon’s right. Damn his double-crossing mouth. He needed to fix this mess before everyone got the wrong idea.

‘No, that’s not it! I can’t even stand to be around them.’

“No, that’s not it! I ca- want to be the only one to get close to them.” 

Both Satan and Levi laughed out loud and even made some snarky comments at Mammon’s confession.

A guttural growl clawed its way from Mammon's throat in frustration as he got up and stormed out of the library. He couldn’t even look at you as he went, too embarrassed and annoyed as his feet carried him away quickly. 

His body flopped onto one of his couches after he’d made it back to his room. Why was it so hard to deny his feelings around you? If he could, he’d lock himself away until the year was up and you were back in the human realm where you belong. 

After about his thirtieth sigh, there was a knock on his door. Mammon didn’t want to answer it in favor of lamenting at the ceiling a little bit longer. But whoever was on the other side was persistent and continued knocking. 

Shaking his head irritated, Mammon moved from his place on the couch and over to his door. Upon flinging it open, he saw you standing there with a sheepish grin. 

“Can I come in?” Your question came out meekly. Mammon hopes it wasn’t because he made you feel uncomfortable from earlier. He nodded as he stepped aside to let you enter. You quickly made your way inside, stopping only a few paces behind the demon as he shut the door, turning around to face you.

“Uh… so whaddya need?” 

“You left your stuff in the library.” You held out his notebook and textbook for him to take. Mammon let out a silent ‘oh’ before grabbing his things from you and placing them on the edge of the pool table. 

“Thanks.” He paused as he scratched his neck, unsure of what to say next. “Is that all?”

You shook your head. “No, actually. I think we should talk about what happened earlier.” There it is. Mammon’s heart dropped. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to go well… You continued. “This isn’t the first time this has happened. And I think I know what’s going on.” 

Mammon audibly gulped as he waited for you to explain the obvious- that he was in love with you and you didn’t feel the same. 

“You can’t lie to me, can you?” Shooting you a grave expression, he shook his head. You acknowledged him with a hum. “I can’t lie to you either, Mammon.” 

Mammon’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do ya mean?” 

“Well, sometimes when I talk to you, I think one thing and say the complete opposite. So I’ve tested it a couple times by trying to tell blatant lies and I physically can’t. Not to you.”

“Okay… but I don’t understand. What does all this mean?” His eyes search you, desperately wanting to know what is happening.

You laugh at his cluelessness before you speak again. “It means we’re soulmates.”

‘No way! We ain’t soulmates!’

“No way! We’re soulmates!” Mammon’s eyes widened instantly. If he can’t lie to you then that means that what he just said is… true. His soul recognizes you as his other half.

He hears you giggle and he surges towards you, moving faster than he ever has before. He very gently takes your hands into his. He takes note of how perfectly your hands meld against his- that there has never been nor will there ever be another pair of hands as warm and soft and comforting as yours. 

Your name is uttered softly as Mammon begins to tell you how he feels. And it’s the first time that he does so without trying to tell a lie. 

[tsuy4n]

Hii! Can i request a headcanon or scenario (whatever is better) where ran’s with this girl and keeps on convincing her to make the relationship an open one where they can basically sleep with other people but like only love each other (ygm?) and the reader finally agrees because ran’s always flirting with other girls so she wants to give him a taste of his own medicine and basically thats when Ran realises that his girlfriend is getting wayyy more attention than he anticipated and actually bags 10x more :D

Warning/s: NSFW, semi-proofread, fem!reader, pet names, rough sex, degradation, toxic relationship but it worked out in the end. (Ig)

A/n: HI, HI! sorry that it took me a while to post this, anon. I hope you like this, and thank you for the request <3

“If that’s how you’re gonna be why don’t you just ask for a break up.” You huff out, exasperated at your lover who went behind you to hug your form. “I love you too much to let you go.” Ran whispered as he kisses the top of your head.

“You say that yet you’re asking me to agree to you to fuck other women.” The male pouts when you pulled away from the hug. “But I’m letting you do the same.” While pouring yourself a drink, some expensive wine, you shift your head and looked at him with a questionable expression on your face.

"Alright, fine." you finally agreed, a small sigh coming out of your mouth as Ran walks to you and peck your lips. "No falling in love with your sex partner or partners, okay?" in a sweet voice he asked.

"You know what'll happen once you do," he trails as he gently swipe his thumb across your lips. "right, sweetheart?" you hum and nod your head.

"You too, sweetheart." you giggle with a smirk on your face making Ran chuckle and lean in to kiss you for real this time. His tounge swirling against yours and dominating over you as usual.

"Yeah, you know that'll never happen." he says in the kiss as he picks you up to make you sit on the counter. "Mhm, I believe in you." you reply, giving his lips one last kiss before reaching for your wine and drinking it, a little dripping down by the corner of yours which Ran licked after you set the glass down.

After that agreement with a side of good fucking that night, two weeks had already passed since that happened and you already got quite a line of men and women begging for your attention or whatsoever.

“For someone who strongly disagreed with this so called ridiculous idea of mine at first, you do sure seem to be enjoying yourself.” Ran chuckles as he stood beside you, peppering your neck with soft kisses. “How’s it going with your partners?” you giggle as his lips tickled you.

“Great.” He answered. “You?” You flash him a smile after turning around and putting your arms on top of his shoulders while he had his hands settled on your hips. “Oh, you already know the answer to that, sweetheart.” You say in a sing song voice.

“Right.” His lazy eyes looked at the necklace that was wrapped around your neck. “Who’s that from this time?” He ask, his slender fingers playing with the little chains. “Lemme guess. Satoru? Sukuna? Hmm, That guy whose name is a starbucks cup size, Venti? Childe..? Have I ever told you that their names are weird?” You snort and held the rest of your laugh back while already imagining the two person: Venti and Childe being whiny.

“None of them, huh? is it one of my co-workers? Sanzu? Kakucho? My boss???” A little laugh came out first before you answered Ran while making eye contact in a playful gaze.

“Koko.” You noticed how his eyes turned dark and cold but decided to brush it off as you intended to see this kind of reaction. “Huh, aside from your colleagues I’m actually surprised you know the names of my sex partners….” You narrow your eyes.

“No one better be dead or missing, Ran Haitani.” He nods his head, chuckling a little as he found you cute right now, but his eyes went back to look at the pretty necklace on your neck.

It was obvious to you that your lover was jealous and he always get that way whenever you’d receive gifts from other people yet he still tries to mask it with a smile and leave the place, saying he has a hook up with one of his girls.

And of course, you’d wish him well with a beaming smile on your face while informing him that you also have a plan with one of yours despite knowing what he’s feeling.

You also know that he’s trying too hard to have girls swarm him just for his attention. You know that because whenever the two of you would go out, he’d let the girls gather around and entertain him while Ran would simply smile and glance at you back and forth just to see your reactions, only to witness people slowly gathering around you like bees that was drawn towards this beautiful flower.

His friends already knew from the very start since you both informed them about the relationship turning open just to avoid misunderstanding as they once witnessed Ran let a man flirt with you while he was busy flirting with another girl so openly. Honestly, they thought you both had an argument and broke up but then they heard the news from you two.

That’s why Sanzu became your very first sex partner as he instantly made a move on you. He can’t help it. He’s been eyeing you ever since he first you, you know! He’s gotta grasp this opportunity to fuck you and feel you.

So he invited you to this party and Ran was away, you were bored that day so you couldn’t help but agree. Both of you got wasted then the next day, you woke up, felt the ache in your body instantly, and you couldn’t even get up!

Sanzu had the audacity to make fun of you after you woke him up with that loud thud. Nonetheless you could tell you had an amazing night even if the memory was a little blurry here and you felt guilty from sleeping with a man that isn’t Ran. Don’t worry though, Sanzu helped you get over it.

He was also the one who urged you to go ahead and try getting more partners as Ran was doing it. “But you’ll never find someone who’s great as me, baby.” Was he said in a cocky voice before leaving the apartment and giving you a kiss that time before you could retort.

Memories kept coming until it came to the latest person. The one with Rindou. You remembered how much you begged for his dick to enter you and make you cum which he did with a couple of degrading here and there.

“What a fuckin’ whore.” He groans out as he pounds into you from behind. “You takin’ another man’s dick so well.” Rindou chuckles as he roll his hips against yours, the action made you clench around his shaft and cum as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“I wonder how many had already fucked this dirty cunt of yours.” patting the cheeks of your bottom, Rin starts to thrust his hips in a brutal way. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath. “You feel so good.” He turned you around just to catch your lips in his. “ So damn good than what I imagined.”

“I heard something happened between you and Rin.” He said, snapping you out of your thoughts, but you just wished he had done that sooner as you felt the wetness on your underwear and ache in your core.

“Yes.” You simply replied as you pull away from him to organize the gifts Kokonoi has sent, acting like you weren’t feeling hot or anything at all.

“You slept with my best friend a couple of days ago yet you didn’t hear me say anything about it. ‘cuz you didn’t let me.” You mutter the last part making Ran to let out a small sigh. “But Rindou’s my brother, that’s different.” He says making you hum.

“My best friend was basically like my sister, so.” You shrugged your shoulders then grinned as you went towards Ran to peck his cheek. “It’s just sex, sweetheart.” You say, the words sounding familiar to him.

“It’s not like I love the man or anything.” You cup his cheeks with pouting lips. “You know you’re the only man I’ll ever love, right?” You finish with a coo as he finally remembered those words. He said those to you when you found out about it and before you could utter a word, but he could still tell that you were still angry because you’ve been distant to him lately.

“Anyways, don’t you have work to do?” You ask while fixing his tie. “[Y/n]-” before he could continue his, your phone rang. “Go on, sweetie. You’ll be late.” You urge him with your phone now in hand.

“Hello?” You answer the call while waving your hand at Ran who seemed reluctant to leave but you didn’t saw it as you had your back facing him. “Chifuyu?” Was the last thing he heard slip out of his lover’s mouth, calling another man’s name in a sweet tone when he finally stepped out of the apartment.

“You want to meet up tonight?” You giggle when you heard him stammer on the other side of the phone as you already imagined his red face. “Alri-” You let out a hum of confusion when your phone got snatched out of your hand.

You huff and quickly turn around, only to feel a hand cover your mouth as purple eyes stared straight into your in a piercing way.

“Sorry but she’s gonna be busy.” Ran answered on your behalf making you furrow your brows and ask him in a hush tone on what the hell he’s doing. Ran only glanced at you in an icy way and that was enough to shut you up.

“Oh, and she’ll never meet you again.” Was the last thing he said while the other male was stunned and blinking his eyes as his friend started to ask if he was alright.

“What are you doing now this time?” You heaved. “Deleting numbers.” Ran answered casually making you frown and reach for your phone. “The hell’s up with you? Give it back.” He scoffs and pushes you down on the sofa, one hand holding your hands above your head making you squirm and try to get out of his hold.

“That’s a lot.” He mutters to himself before looking at you. “Let me go.” You grumble. Ran throws your phone on the wall, smashing it and making you gasp. “Oops. I’ll buy you another one.” He said, his smirking face making you want to just punch the leaving shit out of him.

“You crazy-” before you could even finish your string of cursing words at him, Ran shuts you up with a kiss while undoing the tie on his neck. “You’re not leaving this place unless I say so. I’m gonna fuck you senseless.” He states, voice dropping an octave as he uses his necktie like a rope to tie your wrists.

“Not even letting you ever sleep with another guy again.” Your face heats up and you could feel your pussy throbbing again. “Ran. Untie me. I’m serious assho-” You gag when you felt his thick length suddenly enter your mouth all the way down to your throat causing your eyes to water.

“Let’s put that mouth to good use.” He groans, slowly thrusting his hips as he forgot how good your pussy like mouth felt around his dick. “My dick’s the only thing that you’ll ever taste and feel, sweetheart.” Ran moans when he went fast and came without any warning. “And in return, no one’s also gonna taste and feel my cock. S’ gonna be all yours.”

“And I already cut ties with the whores. All of ‘em. No need to worry anymore.” Ran pecks your cheek while let out a whimper. “I’m gonna be all yours from now on, you got that?” He starts to work on his clothes after gently moving you to your shared bedroom then does yours next.

“And you’re gonna be all mine.” He gives your neck wet kisses then slowly went down, marking you with every chance he gets as your moans were like music to his ears. Oh, how He missed seeing you like this under him, and of course you also felt the same.

You both missed each other’s touch and warmth but was too prideful to admit it that’s why Ran finally decides to break it as he was the cause of all this in the very first place. It may not look like it, but he’s scared of losing you.

“That’s how it should’ve been from the very start.”

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Mortal of Gold - Part 3

(Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Anyone want my list of the characters as gods? There were a few characters that I couldn't think of like Ponk, so I just left them out. ANYWAY. Hi, how's it going? ALSO I CANT EDIT THIS DAMN POST AND THE SPELLING ERRORS ARE SO IRRITATING

Part 1 Part 2 TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered Send me a message via inbox if you wanna be added to a general or series tag list. Make sure to turn off anon, please. ------- “They weren’t born… A mortal?”

A light wind brushed over your features, causing you to give a small sigh and roll over onto your side in an attempt to block the light from hitting your lidded eyes. It was nice and quiet for once… “(Y/n)?” A distorted voice echoed softly, causing you to flinch a bit. You opened your eyes slightly to see a silky blackbird sitting on the sheets beside you, a few golden trinkets laying beside it. Upon seeing your eyes slide open, the creature hopped up onto its legs and began making soft cooing noises, “(Y/n)! (Y/n), you’re awake!” Glancing around at the surroundings you had been placed in, racking your mind for any sort of familiarity but failing to come up with anything at all, even who you were. You sat up, slowly brushing your fingers along your ombre silk clothing before putting your hands on the sheets below your body, frowning as you didn’t recognize the bed as yours. “Hello…” You murmured softly, reaching your hand out to the crow who eagerly jumped forward to nuzzle your hand. The feathers of the bird felt… Odd. They felt more like grabbing at misty fog, but with a light staticky cotton texture that caused a buzzing sensation on your fingertips, “I’m sorry, my memory… Seems to be a tad faulty… Could you tell me your name?” “I’m Chat, Dadza- er… Philza’s familiar! I was a gift from Mumza, oops... Kristen, the Goddess of Void and Death.” It chirped, its voice having multiple layers in your head, causing you to shake your head a slight bit, “No, they’re not married, only parental figures to the souls that pass on to the afterlife or those they saved sometime before they passed on… I believe they have more of a co-worker relationship.” You nodded slightly, pursing your lips at how the creature’s voice sounded in your mind. It was unsettling and caused shivers to crawl up and down your back, but at the same time, it was incredibly calming and had a soothing aura. How that worked, you had no clue whatsoever. Brushing off the unsettling voice of the bird, you decided to focus on the name that caused a light to go off in your head, “Alright… Philza… I think I remember that name…” “Yeah! Dadza- Eck… Sorry. Phil, he’s the God of Survival and Crows! He controls not only every crow in the mortal land, but he also controls whether or not someone will survive a situation. If there is no way that the mortal can survive, he will send a crow down and have them guide the soul of the mortal to him! Then he escorts them to Kristen! He has gained the name Angel of Death because he works for Mumza!” You decided not to question why the crow called Philza and Kristen Mumza and Dadza, knowing that you’d probably find out later, but by the sound of it Chat seemed to be multiple children, “Okay… Makes sense…” You mumbled slowly, nodding your head up and down. With a sigh you slowly brought your legs over to the side of the bed, only now becoming aware of how large the soft mattress was. Lowlands! (Hell) You could probably fit six people who were ten feet tall in it with room to roam! Pushing yourself off the bed, you also realized how high the beautiful bed was off the floor, Gods, whoever lived here was tall! Behind you, you heard a small chirp, and you saw Chat watching you curiously. With a small shrug, you decided to pick the familiar up and hold it in your cupped hands as you walked out the door, “Oooh! Dadza never carries us like this, and Technoblade does only when he’s about to yeet us out a window!” “Yeet?” You scowled in confusion as you walked through the arched doorway, your bare feet padding silently on the quartz flooring, “I'm scared to ask. Technoblade? Is he also a god of some things? He sounds familiar as well…” “That’s its word for throwing something. Well, it yells the word when they throw something or get thrown, so I assume it’s yelling in excitement,” A deep voice spoke from in front of you, causing you to gasp and lift your head from the crow. The telepathic chirping and squeaks from Chat in your mind quickly formed the name Technoblade, so… You had a feeling that your answer was on its way past his

lips, “I’m Technoblade, or Techno, the God of Blood and War. It’s… nice to see you finally awake…” He shifted awkwardly on his feet as you curiously studied him. His appearance could certainly be described as godly if anyone asked you. His long pink hair was mostly twisted and tied into a braid with bits of golden chain and a polished golden crown adorned with rubies, garnets and diamonds. Upon his pale skin, dozens of scars of varying sizes decorated his skin in different areas, but they were displayed in an almost proud manner. Almost. When he spoke, his dark pink eyes hidden behind cracked glasses searched your form for any sort of injury, “I’m… (Y/n)... I think. I don’t know if this bird is exactly trustworthy in its information… Do you know where I am?” Techno snorted as Chat gave an offended squawk at your statement, “That’s very fair, to be honest. You’re in the Tundra of the Upperlands, and this is my palace. No there is no snow, I believe the person who named this place has never looked into the name or word Tundra, but it’s been like this for too long to change it-” He paused for a moment as he noticed you looking extremely confused, “Ah. Right. Desert. Don’t worry about it.” “Oh… Okay…” You frowned at the tusked male for a moment before shaking your head, deciding not to question it much, “Now, uh… How did I get here, and why don’t I remember anything about myself? Or, about you and this Philza guy, I was told about.” You lifted Chat slightly toward Techno as a silent indication that Chat was the one who told you about Phil. “That’s uh… Phil’s field of expertise.” He rubbed the back of his head with his black-tipped fingers before adjusting his crown, “I don’t understand much of what happened, and Phil will tell you what you need to know that will keep you safe.” Hesitantly, he held his free hand out towards you making you realize that he was easily over seven and a half feet tall, “C’mon, I’ll take you to him and get you the answers you need.” His hand was extremely steady, you noticed as you stared down at it cautiously. Once you noticed that he didn’t seem to want to do you harm, you slowly shifted Chat into one hand and used your free hand to take the one extended to you, which you couldn’t help but notice, made Technoblade very happy, “Okay. Thank you.” The god held your hand in his calloused one for a few moments before beginning to lead you down the tan and white hallways that were turned a light golden hue from the rising sun. It was quite a long walk filled with a slightly uncomfortable silence, but you distracted yourself by looking around the palace curiously. It was obvious he was the God of War by how many swords hanging on walls and sets of armour he had placed on armour stands in the hallways. Eventually, he walked you through an archway that led into a wide-open room with multiple windows that had many crows perched on the windowsills, some chirping and singing some little tune in perfect unison while others shuffled around, seeming to do a little dance. You were quick to realize the whistling of one of the birds didn’t match up and noticed that it was coming from the man with the large white and green striped hat as well as massive black feathered wings dangling on his back, fluffing themselves up every so often. When you and Techno stepped in, the blackbirds started chirping loudly, losing the rhythm of the tune the winged man was whistling as Chat started telepathically squealing about… 2/4? Two out of four what? “Ah!” The hat-wearing male turned around and clasped his hands together upon seeing you standing up, “(Y/n), you’re awake. I was worried the injuries you sustained were enough to keep you out cold for a few more weeks. I’m glad to see I was wrong. I’m Philza, God of Survival and Crows, and I see you’ve met Chat and Techno. Pesky bird, I told it not to wake you...” You pursed your lips for a moment, analyzing the shorter god as the bird squealed out its protests. While he was shorter than Techno, he was certainly tall, standing roughly around six feet tall, his wingspan

probably double that for each wing! His blonde hair was long around his face but was pulled into a loose braid like Techno’s was, although instead of gold intertwined into his hair, it was silver. His outfit was made up of a loose green shirt and black pants, with a red heart-shaped pendant dangling off of a chain into the center of his chest. Why did that pendant… Look familiar? You slowly rose your hand up and clasped at the pendant around your neck, noticing how Philza smiled softly, “Technoblade… Said you could tell me why I can’t remember anything?” “You’re still wearing my gift, I see,” Philza gave a soft hum as Chat jumped from your hand and onto his shoulder, before gesturing for you and Techno to take a seat where he already had drinks and some form of cakes set out, but they certainly weren’t there when you came in. Upon seeing your confused blinking, he gave a soft laugh, “I’m a god, mate, magic is no difficult task for me, let alone creating some measly tea and desserts. Now, sit down and I will tell you everything…” - General - None Mortal of Gold -@generalalmond @binas-idea-vault @ohworm-writes

[klvbxlove]

lunch (yosuke x introverted! gn! reader)

a/n: damn, i’m really out here with ANOTHER yosuke fic, aren’t i? not that i hate it, i have some fun writing for him! but i still can’t get over that one anon calling me a “subconscious yosuke kin” (to whoever sent me that, thanks LMAO). now, a bit off topic, i really wanna try to write for the investigation team girls as well, but i’m having a bit difficulty. so please note that it’s not like i hate the girls (if anything, they’re cool! i especially love naoto. i may or may not have a crush on her). it might take awhile for me to put out another fanfic for one of them that i actually like. 

reader type: gender neutral

reader specification(s): reader is an introvert (**)

genre(s): fluff

trigger warning(s): none

summary: yosuke noticed that you haven’t made the effort to make friends, let alone talk to at least one person, since the day you transferred to his class. he decided he would change that and invite you to lunch.

word count: 1.6k words

(**) i know i could’ve written this in the a/n above, but i felt like i had to point it this right BEFORE the drabble starts. for some people, the reader might not sound like an introvert. i understand. however, being an introvert myself, i did base the reader a little bit off of me and how i act around new people talking to me. 

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

key:

(l/n) = last name

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   Yosuke knew that sometimes it would be considered rude (and creepy) to stare at a person for an extended period. 

   But was that enough to stop him from staring at you, though? No.

   Whenever he got a chance during class, Yosuke would gaze his brown eyes upon you. Ninety-nine percent of the time, you would be sitting alone at your desk and not paying attention to anyone around you. And either you would be reading a book or going on your phone. You were always so focused, as well. Yosuke swore the whole class could be extremely high on drugs, and you would pay no mind to it whatsoever. 

   It had only been a few days since you had transferred to his class, but as far as he knew, you still had not made any friends. Although, it did look like you did not care about it. He had never seen you trying to talk to one person in class before, either. 

   Yosuke knew himself as a bit of an extravert who has no problem making friends most of the time. So if anything, he expected himself to have gone up to you and at least introduced himself. But no, instead, all he has been doing was staring at you. Yosuke was conflicted on whether to talk to you or leave you alone. For all he knew, you probably did not like socializing with anyone. 

   At the moment you looked up to make eye contact, Yosuke immediately turned around in his seat. Oh God, he could only hope he did not look awkward or creepy doing that. The last thing he wanted was for a new classmate to have a negative impression on him. 

   Okay, he thought to himself. Maybe I can talk to the new student during lunch later. Maybe I could even invite them to eat with me! Well, unless they don’t want to. I mean, I hope they accept my offer.

-

   Holy crap, I did it! Yosuke felt like he was going stiff for the billionth time. He was currently sitting next to you on the rooftop after you had (surprisingly) accepted his invitation. Although, there was a bit of awkwardness in the air during this time. Yosuke felt too awkward to start eating as he could not help but steal a few more glances at you. Meanwhile, you were eating your lunch in silence while you looked off in the distance. 

   You gotta say at least one thing to (L/N), you know.

   “So, um, what do you think about Yasogami High so far? Is it alright?” Well, it was a bit of an unusual question, but Yosuke figured that he would start with that. “Or, what about Inaba?” 

   You hummed, thinking of how to answer as you chewed your food. “It’s alright. I mean, I haven’t gotten the chance to explore Inaba yet after moving in, so I can’t say how I feel about it so far.”

   Yosuke nodded in understanding. As much as he enjoyed living in Inaba, it was not comparable to big cities in Japan like Tokyo and Osaka. 

   And now that he thought about it, today was also the first time he got to hear your voice again. The last time Yosuke heard you talk was when you had to introduce yourself in front of your new classmates. Since then, you remained quiet amongst the class. 

   But then again, it already sent strange beatings to his heart for no reason. 

   “Is there a reason why you moved here?”

   “Oh, one of my guardians just got a new job in Inaba, so we had to relocate so they could be closer,” you explained. “Well, actually, they also got another job offer in Kyoto, but they wanted to settle with the one here in Inaba. So I was just like, ‘Alright,’”

   For some reason, this intrigued Yosuke. “Interesting,” he commented as he took a bite of his food. “So I assume your family is the quiet type, right?” 

   “Not exactly,” you shrugged. “I mean, I got some extraverted family members. But for a few months, my family began thinking maybe moving somewhere quieter would be a nice change. Not that they hated the city or anything, you know?” 

   “No worries, I get it,” Yosuke smiled at you. “Inaba might not be a big and interesting place, but you learn to like it over time,” 

   But at this moment, Yosuke felt a weird feeling in him when you chuckled, “Yeah, hopefully, I will,” you noted.

   Yosuke had no idea why he suddenly felt a bold of confidence. Just a moment ago, he was hesitant to invite you up to the rooftop for lunch! But he figured he would go through with it. 

   “If you want, I could show you around Inaba during the weekend! I can even bring along my friends, who are all not at school at the moment.”

   You pondered for a bit before you smiled. “That would be nice. I’ll consider it.” Then you tilted your head “And your friends are absent? Like, all of them?” 

   Yosuke chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah, literally all of them. All I know is that Yukiko is on vacation with her family, Chie got sick yesterday, and Yu lives in Tokyo. Not sure about Rise, Kanji, and Naoto. So I’m pretty much alone for the day.”

   Wait, he just caught himself. “Oh. Well, I guess ‘alone’ would be the wrong word now that I’m hanging out with you. Haha, oops!” he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. 

   The awkwardness was rubbing off on Yosuke, and he hated it. Why can he not ever be awesome? He was almost glad when you spoke up. Although, he was scared of your answer.

    “You’re all good,” you smiled as you closed your bento box and put it aside. “I mean, yeah. It honestly sucks when almost all your friends are absent from school. For me, I just sit in class and at lunch alone like, ‘This sucks. Why did you guys have to leave me?!’  

   “It’s kinda weird. Being an introvert, you would think I love lonely and having little to no friends. But no, I still need my small group of friends with me to make it through the school day, or else it will get boring as hell.” 

   Yosuke smiled. “Same here! My friends are great, even though sometimes they can be a pain in the ass. I can feel lonely when I’m not with them for long periods. It was why I wanted to invite you to eat lunch with me. And I also wanted to get a chance to get to know you after you arrived here a few days ago. 

   “Although, I gotta be honest. I was a bit worried that you would decline me. I dunno. I assumed you were the type of person who hated it when someone tries to talk to you. I-Is that a bit weird?” 

   Why are you asking if it's weird? OF COURSE, IT IS!

   Stop making this more awkward for yourself! For all you know, you’re probably making (L/N) uncomfortable!!

   OR HOW ABOUT YOU STOP OVERREACTING?!

   “Hanamura, it’s fine. Not weird at all!” you let out a light laugh. “Listen, it’s not necessarily a thing where I loathe people talking to me. But only if if they come up to me first. Other than that, I would much rather be quiet. If I’m with my close friends, then I can be a bit more talkative. 

   “But I mean, it’s so funny,” you continued, smiling. “My guardians say I’m such an extravert around my close friends and cousins. I talk so much around them, yet with strangers or people I barely know, I’m dead silent. I guess if I become more comfortable around a person, I won’t be as shy.” 

   God damn it, Yosuke knew this might be weird to ask. But he just had to know. “So…I assume you’re slowly becoming comfortable around me? I mean, you are talking a lot!”

   “I guess I am!” you said.

   Well, that was one hell of a quick answer. Eh, not that he minded! 

   Moments passed, but before Yosuke knew it, the both of you continued to talk more. It was not as if he had been around you for the longest time, but he felt like he knew more about you. He felt proud of himself for getting you to open up to him.

   And at this point, Yosuke looked up. He noticed how many of the students who were also on the rooftop were beginning to head inside.

   “Well, class is starting soon. We should probably get going before we’re late,” Yosuke suggested. You nodded in agreement, and both of you stood up. 

   “Hey, Hanamura,” you spoke up. In turn, Yosuke turned to face you and saw a soft smile on your lips (and a blush on his cheeks! Wait, no—).

    “Thanks for inviting me to lunch today, I enjoyed it a lot,” you thanked him, “And I appreciated you talking to me. You were the first person at school to have done that so far. Even though I like being alone, I still liked hanging out with someone after days of barely knowing anyone here.”

   Yosuke knew this for sure. He was proud of himself for offering you the invitation. If he had not, high chances were that you would have continued being quiet, and he would have no clue about who you were. So smiling back at you, Yosuke said, “It’s no problem at all, (L/N)! I enjoyed it, too. Wait, give me just a sec.”

   You tilted your head in confusion when Yosuke pulled out his phone and gave it to you. In a matter of seconds, you realized what the brown-haired boy wanted, judging by the screen showing. But still, you wanted to hear him say it. 

   “Put your phone number in here. And I can text you after school!” 

   With a soft chuckle, you did as Yosuke did. You especially loved seeing his eyes glisten with excitement after handing his phone back.

   And the both of you eventually went back to your classroom, feeling bliss in the air. 

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

hi! i really like your posts and recently i came across some anti kataang arguments and i would like to see your opinion on that (if you want to answer because you must be very tired of answering those lol)

“i remember perfectly aang forcing himself into katara. not only once, but a lot of times. in that talk they were having during the play it was one of the moments aang was intrusive”

“i saw people saying that katara was jealous of aang with that kids in kyoshi island, which she obviously was not. she was annoyed at them”

“kataang had no development. it feels like a ship made out of nowhere”

“aang is completely obsessed with the idea of katara being his. proof is that episode were the guru tells him he has to let go of her and he choses to break the connection. it’s like: look what i did for you, you should stay with me. aang learning to let go would have been a evolution for his character”

“making them stay together in the end just because aang is the protagonist and has to stay with the girl is boring and adds nothing to the plot”

“he spend years after a girl that never felt the same for him”

hi anon! im very flattered you like my posts 🥰💛 and you’re not wrong that sometimes it gets a lil tiring addressing anti kataang arguments, but that’s because 90% of them are the same foolish rhetoric dressed up in a different costume, lol. i finally have some free time, so i’ll take a stab at these for you!

“i remember perfectly aang forcing himself into katara. not only once, but a lot of times. in that talk they were having during the play it was one of the moments aang was intrusive”

not gonna lie, this particular “argument” made me crack up laughing because they “remember perfectly… lots of times” but can only name one instance 😂 like i am on the floor, because trying to get away with that in a formal essay would earn them nothing more than a goose egg. you need evidence to support a claim, which this “claim” has none of. i mean,, when does aang force himself onto katara?? when katara initiates every cheek kiss they share?? when they are mutual participants in several shared hugs?? don’t get me started on DOBS - the Now or Never Kiss that falls under literally requires reciprocation from both parties, lol. but regarding the ever-so-infamous EIP episode they bring up:

This post talks specifically about EIP and the play’s portrayal of Aang and Katara (and how it cannot be used to define their relationship). This post explains the true source of Katara’s conflict in turning down Aang (i.e. the war itself and the risks the war presents for both of them) and why the EIP kiss did not “ruin” Kataang’s relationship. This post explains how the EIP kiss was resolved through narrative parallels. This post explains how the EIP kiss is so often blown out of proportion. This post explains how Aang did not “threaten” Katara in EIP (with some excellent commentary in the notes, too).

the fact of the matter is that yes, aang overstepped a boundary with katara there. no one has ever contested that because to do so would be to disregard canon, and here’s the thing about kataang shippers: we love atla canon. it gave us everything we wanted and more. (imo, that’s what anti kataangers don’t understand.) the EIP episode can be interpreted as a “low point” for many reasons, but the primary “takeaway” is that the play performed was imperialist propaganda that preyed on the gaang’s insecurities and demeaned them (much to the pleasure of the Fire Nation audience), which had negative consequences, one of which was aang kissing katara largely out of desperation. no one has ever excused that! thus, what i think isn’t clicking with anti kataangers is that aang and katara’s miscommunication in EIP is not a representation of their relationship being doomed to fail. aang made a mistake and immediately backed off without question or hesitation. katara has time to make her own decision and chooses to forgive him. doesn’t it strip more of katara’s agency away to conclude that katara could never ever ever forgive her best friend for a single mistake that - comparatively - could have been a whole lot worse?

(im just saying.)

“i saw people saying that katara was jealous of aang with that kids in kyoshi island, which she obviously was not. she was annoyed at them”

honestly, i have a question for whoever came up with this jfksjdasks. okay, yes, she was annoyed. that’s a given based on her exasperated eye rolls and sighs. but why was katara annoyed with them, hmm?

here’s my thing about katara’s feelings in this ep: jealousy and annoyance are not inherently the same, it’s true. a person can be annoyed without being jealous (obviously). as such, there are essentially two possible interpretations that have validity, although one in my opinion has greater weight in canon:

1. yes, it is possible to interpret katara’s annoyance that episode as being solely related to their delays on kyoshi island. one can reasonably argue that katara’s romantic feelings for aang were not as strong so early in the series (it’s only episode 4, after all, although lbr - she was Looking at aang’s tattoos in episode 1 lmao), and therefore the primary reason she was annoyed at the fangirls is because they were one of the causes extending their stay on the island when katara felt they needed to leave. it’s a fair interpretation.

2. a different and stronger interpretation, in my opinion, is that katara’s irritation was a product of both annoyance at their extended stay and jealousy of the fangirls’ obsession with aang. because here’s the thing about jealousy: it doesn’t have to be some extreme, exaggerated emotion/reaction! when katara gets jealous of on ji in book 3, she makes a single comment about aang and on ji dancing together. when aang gets jealous of jet in book 2 (because of sokka’s teasing), he, too, makes a single comment (i.e. that it would be a bad idea for katara to kiss jet). i bring these two moments up because they explicitly demonstrate within atla canon that reactions of jealousy do not have to be dramatique and outrageous, à la zuko throwing ruon-jian across the room in book 3, lmao. jealousy can be simple! kept to oneself! as such, katara’s disgruntled manner in that episode - which, might i add, is largely if not only shown in reaction to aang with the fangirls - can certainly be interpreted as a quieter form of jealousy akin to several other moments within canon.

more than that, however, if the writers did not at all want jealousy to be an interpretation on the table… why on earth would they have bothered to mention jealousy as a possibility? here’s the relevant excerpt from the episode transcript:

Koko: [Stomps her foot in annoyance and puts her hands on her hips, while another girl happily waves at Aang; irritated.] What’s taking you so long, Aangy?

Cut back to Aang and Katara; the former enthusiastically waves back at his awaiting fangirls, while the latter raises an eyebrow at the scene.

Katara: [Slightly mocking.] Aangy…

Aang: [Enthusiastically.] Just a second, Koko!

Katara: [Sarcastic.] “Simple monk,” huh? [Annoyed.] I thought you promised me that this Avatar stuff wouldn’t go to your head.

Aang: It didn’t. You know what I think? You just don’t want to come because you’re jealous.

Katara: [Close-up; angrily.] Jealous? [More high pitched voice.] Of what?

Cut to a broader shot. Aang moves back slightly, when an irritated Katara resumes to ferociously stuff the basket with more fruits.

Aang: Jealous that we’re having so much fun without you.

Katara: [Irritated.] That’s ridiculous.

(sidebar, but can i just say that seeing “ferociously stuff” to describe putting fruits away is arguably the funniest thing i’ve ever read sjkdhsjalks)

to me, this excerpt alone all but proves katara’s irritation is a mixture of annoyance at the girls’ (and aang’s) behavior/their delayed departure and jealousy regarding how the fangirls’ fawn over aang. katara clearly demonstrates frustration at aang’s seeming lack of concern for their time crunch and how he’s letting his status get to his head (and remember, y’all: this is very early book 1 aang, he’s barely begun to truly reconcile what it means to be the avatar and the last airbender, which is understandable and a-okay! can’t have growth if he doesn’t start somewhere!). that checks out. but next thing you know, katara’s reaction proceeds to dramatically heighten when aang teases the idea of jealousy to her. again: why include this moment if jealousy was never on the table whatsoever as an interpretation for her feelings of irritation? why make katara’s response intensify so strongly if she’s not jealous even a little bit?

in sum, while i don’t think katara’s aggravation is solely fueled by jealousy, the episode itself points to jealousy as at least a part of it. simple!

“kataang had no development. it feels like a ship made out of nowhere”

this take screams willful ignorance, like did they even watch the whole show?? it’s not worth addressing over and over, ngl.

This post and this post explain how Katara’s feelings for Aang develop throughout the series. This post explains how Aang consistently supported Katara throughout the series. This post demonstrates how Kataang is literally ingrained in every episode.

“aang is completely obsessed with the idea of katara being his. proof is that episode were [sic] the guru tells him he has to let go of her and he choses [sic] to break the connection. it’s like: look what i did for you, you should stay with me. aang learning to let go would have been a evolution for his character”

“completely obsessed” h e l p i weep for the lack of brain cells 😭 it is so hard to just say “kataang isn’t my cup of tea” and go?? seriously?? i thought we were past making stuff up to support shipping agendas. lord help us. real quick:

This post explains how Aang never acted like he was “entitled” to Katara’s affections. This post explains how Katara and Aang do not “idolize” each other. This post and this post talk about Aang’s chakra being blocked and unblocked, and how it had to do with fear, not attachment. This post talks about Aang and the Avatar State, explicitly discussing “The Crossroads of Destiny” and the notion of attachment/letting Katara go.

okay, let’s take this claim one sentence at a time:

“the guru tells him [aang] he has to let go of her [katara] and he choses [sic] to break the connection.”

first of all. FIRST OF ALL. can you imagine the hellfire that would have rained down if aang hadn’t chosen to go rescue katara? here is a piece of the episode transcript:

… Right before he is able to completely open the final chakra and master the Avatar State, however, he hears a shriek from Katara and sees a vision of her in chains. At this, he jumps out of the energy sphere and runs away from the Avatar Spirit. The energy bridge that leads him there slowly vanishes behind him until it catches up and falls from underneath him, causing his image to plummet toward Earth. This cuts his connection to the Avatar State, which forces him back to reality.

Aang: Katara’s in danger! I have to go! [Prepares to exit.]

Pathik: No, Aang! By choosing attachment, you have locked the chakra! If you leave now, you won’t be able to go into the Avatar State at all!

Aang hesitates but leaves anyway, leaving Pathik concerned and disappointed.

aang chose to leave because katara was in danger. if he had chosen to stay,, dear god. the vitriol that would have been thrown around. “aang doesn’t really love katara! he chose not to save her!” “aang is so selfish and greedy! he chose power over love!” it’s literally a catch-22. damned if he does leave, damned if he doesn’t leave. #fandomlogic

anyways, yes, sure, aang chose to leave, which at the time broke the connection. he was indeed in avatar state limbo for a Hot Minute. whoop de do.

“it’s like: look what i did for you, you should stay with me.”

logical fallacy: ad hominem, hasty generalization, ∴ not worth our time 💛

“aang learning to let go would have been a [sic] evolution for his character”

i have amazing news for those who perpetuate this take. aang did let her go! he would not have been able to enter the avatar state in COD if he hadn’t! point blank, it is utterly untrue to pretend aang did not “let go” of his attachment to katara. now, im not going to get into the concept of “attachment” here and what it truly meant for aang to have “let katara go” in the book 2 finale (if it was good, bad, etc. etc.). there is a lot of material to work with there that would require like,, an entire post to dig into, if not more. the fact of the matter is that aang did let katara go, and the proof is that he successfully entered the avatar state before azula killed him. the above claim thus sits in complete contradiction to canon and is a moot point.

“making them stay together in the end just because aang is the protagonist and has to stay with the girl is boring and adds nothing to the plot”

“making them stay together” again, is it so hard for someone to just say “kataang isn’t my thing, im gonna stick to fanon pairings, but y’all have fun” i mean that really, really does not seem so difficult to me! also, “making” is a hilarious word to use just because,, atla is a work of fiction. in that respect, the writers “made” everything happen. you cannot escape their sphere of control.

anyways. that’s just funny to me lmao

but no, aang and katara did not get together in a romantic fashion just because aang was the lead male protagonist and katara was the lead female protagonist. i refer back to these posts from earlier:

This post and this post explain how Katara’s feelings for Aang develop throughout the series. This post explains how Aang consistently supported Katara throughout the series. This post demonstrates how Kataang is literally ingrained in every episode.

aang and katara got together because their relationship had been developed since episode 1, duh. reducing their relationship to “lead guy + lead girl” completely disregards the legwork done and the foundation laid for their romantic partnership. like, all someone has to do is rewatch the show 😂 and i hate to break it to whoever created that take, but to say kataang “adds nothing to the plot” again ignores how their relationship is one of the two most important in the show (the other being aang and zuko’s relationship as narrative foils). it is not a cheap coincidence that kataang embodies multiple complementary themes/motifs of atla: push and pull, yin and yang, air and water, oma and shu, etc. etc. their relationship adds emotional depth! how is that not relevant to the plot! atla is a show where just about every relationship is important in some regard (this post touches upon how aang alone transforms all of his friends - think of the bigger picture, then, and how every other dynamic weaves in a crucial thread to create the beautiful tapestry we call atla!).

my point is that kataang is relevant to the plot the way every relationship in atla is, whether or not someone ships/enjoys them. you cannot have a good show without having intimate relationships (emotionally, i mean). can you imagine if someone said zuko and iroh’s relationship wasn’t relevant to the plot?? there is a reason it is such a powerful moment when iroh and zuko reunite in the finale. similarly, there is a reason yue’s sacrifice and sokka’s consequential (and lasting) grief is so poignant. there is a reason it is so heartbreaking when katara and sokka have to leave behind their father at the beginning of tsr. to tie back to kataang, there is a reason it is so hard to watch katara dismiss aang in that same episode. there is a reason so many people are moved when katara pulls aang out of the avatar state when appa is stolen. there is a reason emotional reactions are incited during atla and it is because these relationships are so important!! i don’t care if someone thinks kataang is “boring” - that’s their opinion, they have a right to it. but to insist their relationship wasn’t relevant to the plot? to the story? when in fact it was a key component from episode 1?

are you kidding me?

“he spend years after a girl that never felt the same for him”

“years” lol doesn’t atla take place over the course of a year at most? pretty sure this person didn’t even watch the show 😂 for a third time, i refer to these posts:

This post and this post explain how Katara’s feelings for Aang develop throughout the series. This post explains how Aang consistently supported Katara throughout the series. This post demonstrates how Kataang is literally ingrained in every episode.

i hope i addressed these (nonsensical) arguments to your satisfaction, anon! a lot of them are the same tried-and-failed anti kataang arguments, smh. not to incite new discourse lmao, but it’d be nice if there was at least some variety 😂 thank you again for your kind words, my friend! 💛

[papirouge]

Have you ever felt Gods presence? Have you ever heard or seen Him answer your questions or prayers? Sorry, i'm literally going through a pretty harsh crisis of faith right now... Have you ever doubted? I'm scared to even think of the posibility of there not being a God .... Like life has to have a meaning right? The idea of life simple ending after death is driving me a little crazy i think

It's when I've been at my lowest point I've felt God presence the most, anon. The Bible is very correct on that aspect.

I've "met" God a bunch of times already, but not you would assume how lol

I'm a very honest person and act like such with God. Whenever I doubt, am angry... He's always reminded me He's there. That's why I cannot doubt the existence of God because none of these experience could be coincidence.

That's like....a virtuous circle. If you take some time to enter into prayer, God will reach out to you, and will do so with no ambiguity whatsoever. And the more you pray, the closer your relationship with God will be and so the bigger this certainty becomes. That's how you can't doubt anymore. And after meeting demons close and personal I can TELL YOU the spiritual realm is real and that there's definitely something after death.

That's not something that someone else can convince you of though, anon. Relationship with God and extremely personal and I can't tell you how God will reveal himself you. But truth is, if you're heart is genuine and repentant He will.

I really recommend you reading John 14 (my favorite chapter of the Bible) where Jesus retells all the promises of everlasting life. I like reading it reading I'm in doubt and/or spiritually weakened

Jesus Comforts His Disciples ​

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.” Jesus the Way to the Father Thomas said to him, “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, so how can we know the way?” Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.” Philip said, “Lord, show us the Father and that will be enough for us.” Jesus answered: “Don’t you know me, Philip, even after I have been among you such a long time? Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father. How can you say, ‘Show us the Father’? Don’t you believe that I am in the Father, and that the Father is in me? The words I say to you I do not speak on my own authority. Rather, it is the Father, living in me, who is doing his work. Believe me when I say that I am in the Father and the Father is in me; or at least believe on the evidence of the works themselves. Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it. Jesus Promises the Holy Spirit “If you love me, keep my commands. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another advocate to help you and be with you forever— the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you. I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you. Before long, the world will not see me anymore, but you will see me. Because I live, you also will live. On that day you will realize that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you. Whoever has my commands and keeps them is the one who loves me. The one who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I too will love them and show myself to them.” Then Judas (not Judas Iscariot) said, “But, Lord, why do you intend to show yourself to us and not to the world?”

Jesus replied, “Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching. My Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them. Anyone who does not love me will not obey my teaching. These words you hear are not my own; they belong to the Father who sent me. “All this I have spoken while still with you. But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. “You heard me say, ‘I am going away and I am coming back to you.’ If you loved me, you would be glad that I am going to the Father, for the Father is greater than I. I have told you now before it happens, so that when it does happen you will believe. I will not say much more to you, for the prince of this world is coming. He has no hold over me, but he comes so that the world may learn that I love the Father and do exactly what my Father has commanded me. “Come now; let us leave.

[damn-stark]

Four walls

Newt x reader

A/N- 😩

Warning- fluff, swearing, ANGST, sadness

Requested by anon “can i request a death fire imagine where the reader gets the flare instead of newt? thanks !!”

———-

It’s funny how life works. At one point in life everyone longed to escape the four walls that kept you incarcerated and hidden from the world nobody remembered, only recalled by fleeting dreams.

And now there was nothing more you wanted but to be dreaming, wake up in the same four walls that at one point you hated to see and wished that they would've been blown up.

There was nothing more you wanted, but to wake up to early calls insisted by Gally, the smell of fresh breakfast, the laughing and loud booming voices of all the boys you grew to love as family; and Newt. He was like family, but he had grown to be so much more than that.

And actually now that you thought of it well, you wanted to experience just one more early morning; where Newt would wake you up just a couple minutes before the sun rose to climb the wall and watch as the sun rose and beautifully casted on top of the maze. Anything beat watching the blacks veins caused by the flare slowly begin to branch out all over your arm, bringing doom closer with every stretch.

“Hey, you doing alright?” Newt's voice broke through your silence, pulling your gaze away from the rising sun.

You show him a smile and nod, “I’m doing better,” you assure him, watching as he took a seat beside you on the ledge of the building. “But I actually don’t really regret anything I said about Teresa. She is a backstabbing bitch...just don’t tell Thomas.”

Newt chuckles and watches you turn away as he keeps his eyes on you, the amusing smile he had fading away until it was nothing but a worried frown. “Are you sure you’re okay? I’ve never seen you lash out like that. Not even when Gally would piss you off.”

A heavy sigh leaves your lips and you clench your fist, hesitating for a moment, unable, or really not wanting to reveal the truth of the dooming fact you were hiding. But knowing you had to, it was inevitable.

“I,” you pause after the first word uttered, shifting your body to completely face him, lifting your injured arm and slowly lifting your sleeve to reveal the truth. “I guess I can’t hide this anymore.”

Newt’s breath hitches and you see as his body stiffens at the sight of the black veins under your skin, covering the both of you in a silence that grew a quick tension neither of you seemed to break for a moment as he tried to think of what to say first and how to feel. His eyes showing the battle that brew in his mind until he finally dared to speak.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrug, “I didn’t think it would’ve made a difference, plus I didn’t want to worry any of you.”

“We can still fix this.” He interjected quickly, “Thomas can. He helped Brenda and she’s fine now.”

“Don’t worry about me, this is about Minho. Now he needs us. So if there's the slightest chance that we can save him, that we can get him out of there. We have to take that. He comes first. No matter what the cost.” You explain as you reach for his hand.

He hesitates, looking down at what you were trying to do, leaving his hand stiff for another long moment that soon made your assuring smile begin to fall. Causing you to insist again, tilting your head down so you could look into his eyes.

“Promise me, Newt. He comes first. Please.”

Again there was long waiting silence that made you think that he wasn’t going to listen. That for the first time since you’ve known one another that he wasn’t going to respect your choice.

But thankfully you were proven wrong as he took your hand and nodded in agreement. “I understand.”

A small smile breaks through your features and you scoot yourself closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder to both sit in a comfortable silence that was enjoyed as you looked up to the city behind the walls.

——

Plans had gone awry, which led to Thomas, Newt and you to continue on improvising as you went along in search for your lost friend.

Maybe that’s what you all get for trusting Theresa.

You were trying so hard not to be so judgemental towards her now that you were nearing death, especially since she had helped. Somewhat. But it was hard to view her as anything else but as a backstabber. Specifically now that you were face to face with a guard pointing a gun at the three of you. Remembering that none of this would’ve happened if she hadn’t spoken up. That Minho—

Suddenly someone comes sprinting down the hall, shoving the guard to the wall and expressing a loud bellow as he threw the guard through the glass. Finally turning after he calmed to show that it was, Minho.

Without a second thought the three of you rushed towards your friend, pulling him into a quick group hug that he followed to respond with a question. “Is this real?”

You grin and nod, not being able to respond before more guards rushed down the hall and pointed their weapons at all of you; forcing you to make another quick escape down multiple halls, getting you tired by the minute and by each sprint. The quick breaks, like the one now, were no help whatsoever and only caused you to tire more, feel the flame course faster through your body.

“Any ideas?” Minho asked Thomas as he, Newt and you walked further away from the door Janson and crew were trying to break through.

Thomas turned to all of you and shared a quick, hesitant answer, “maybe.”

——

“This is a horrible idea!” You exclaim while you’re watching the tank Thomas threw fall several feet down the building until it crashed in the water below, not assuring you one bit whatsoever.

“Okay this is doable.” Thomas assured the group and himself. “Just need a little running start.” He walks back and Minho, Newt and you meet each other’s nervous glance.

If you had to die, crashing into the concrete ground was better than turning from the virus that was poisoning you.

“You’re sure about this?” Minho asked as the rest of you walked back towards Thomas.

“Not really.” Thomas admitted.

You scoffed, “nice pep talk.”

“Yeah, bloody inspiring.” Newt remarked before the door was burst open, forcing you not to hesitate any longer and run towards the broken window to jump out and fall hundreds of feet down towards the ground. Feeling as if your stomach was going to your throat at the feeling of your body being pulled down by gravity, every gut wrenching feeling crashing into the water as you landed with a loud splash and new found annoyance towards Thomas.

“Never again.” You groan to Thomas as Newt helps you up to solid ground, “am I letting you—”

“You four, don’t move!” A guard cuts you off.

Thomas sighs, “you’ve got to be kidding me.” He then reaches for something behind, but hesitates as the guards call him out, inching closer as they did, instructing you to go on your knees until one of them shoots its other fellow guards. Making you gasp and step back.

Only to see Gally come up.

Making it the last and only time you were actually thankful to see him.

——

“Darling, how are you feeling?” Newt asked as he stood before you.

Letting out one last violent cough towards the ground, you lift your head and groan, “terrible, but it’s good you’re here.” Your eyes drift to the murmuring trio of boys, noting their eyes drifted away the moment you looked. Giving away an obvious indication. “They’re talking about me aren’t they?”

Newt looks over and takes your hand, “maybe, but I assure it isn’t anything bad.”

You manage a weak smile, “please be careful with Thomas’s crazy ideas, okay? No more jumping out skyscrapers.”

Newt chuckles, “don’t worry we won’t.” His smile falters as Thomas comes to you.

“Hey, y/n, come on, we have to get you up, let’s go.”

Both boys help you to your shaking feet, struggling as you fumbled forward, unable to keep yourself on balance or actually walk without their help.

Your head hurt and your chest felt as if someone was gripping onto it with a mighty hold. Your legs felt like they were numbing by the minute, or like you had no control over them. Nothing felt right,

The explosion that hit miles away didn’t even affect you like it should have. Your mind and body wanted to give in when you didn’t, you kept fighting along, moving with the boys as they pulled you along towards the now raging city.

“All right, y/n, we’re almost there.” Gally assured you.

You shake your head and cough again before you struggle to speak, “just...leave me.”

Before any of the boys could talk back, another explosion cuts them off and stopped you in your tracks for a long moment that then revealed a flying chopper in the sky.

“Okay. That’s them! That’s them. We have to go!”

Thomas and Newt tried to pull you up again but you refused, “just leave me.” Another cough escapes your mouth and this time blood spits out, turning your breathing shallow and quick.

“Minho,” Thomas called, “you gotta run ahead, grab the serum and get back to us as soon as you can.”

Minho narrowed his gaze on Thomas at the sound of his other idea, not saying anything but looking. Letting Newt insist as well.

“Minho, go.”

Gally nodded, “he’s right. I can cover for you.”

Before Gally leaves, he shoots one reassuring look, leaving you to turn to Minho before he leaves too.

“Thank you. Thank you, Minho. It’s nice seeing you again.”

He smiles and grabs your shoulder, “hey, you just hang on you hear me.”

Before long he gets to his feet and runs away with Gally. Leaving behind Newt, Thomas and you. With every moment feeling yourself slip more and something else possess you. Bringing darkness and pain and a short time limit to live.

“Hey! Hey! Y/N! Hey!” Newt and Thomas snapped you back to your surroundings.

“We’re gonna try this, okay?” Thomas urged, “we gotta move, now.”

Newt grabs your arm and begins to pull you up again, “let’s get you up, come on.”

“No, no, guys stop.” You yell, “Just go, I’m just dead weight. Please.”

Newt eyes gleam with tears and he shakes his head as Thomas does, grabbing your arms again to only keep fighting. “You got to give me everything you got. You and us, right now. Let’s go. You ready?”

Swallowing thickly you nod, feeling them lift you to your feet again. Dragging you along the broken and raging city. Only feeling every minute cost more, take more, robbing you from everything you had left, the battle fought within, losing with each breath taken, your life, sanity, hanging from the string of Newts last words.

“I love you, okay? Ever since the moment you came up in that box. I love you and I alway will. Time with you was never boring. I want you to know that.” He cups your cheeks and tears stream down his face, “and I know I couldn’t help you in time but I wanted too I really did. I’m going to miss you so much,” he cries, trying to smile through the pain, lifting his gun as discreetly as he could, “and until we can see each other again, it’s okay to let go. Just let go. Think back to us when we would sneak up to the wall to watch the sunrise, okay? Just let go darling. Let go....”

~

“Come on, let’s go. A little further.” Newt called over his shoulder, a smile spreading on his cheeks, one that seemed to glow through the darkness of the night.

You groan, “we’re going to get in trouble, y’know. Gally is really going to put it in us. He might even throw us to the maze.”

“Stop you’re whining, you’re basically there.”

“Hmph,”

Nonetheless you keep following up the wall, not questioning the ladder he had built or why you were coming here. Yet.

Not until you got to the very top where you gasped and stood in awe as you saw every inch of the maze you were stuck in; every line, dead end, every wall after wall.

“W-what are we doing up here?” You gasp, turning to meet his gaze, “are you pushing me down the maze?”

Newt scoffs, “no...just sit down and wait.”

Without hesitation you do as he says and sit down with your legs dangling over the wall, breathing in to say something, but stopping as the break of dawn cut you off. Leaving your lips parted in awe once again. But this time unlike the moment before, enamored with the view of the sun hitting the top of the walls; the way the sun gleamed on the walls surface and the sun rays began to kiss your bodies as it slowly began to rise more and more.

“This-this,” you stutter, still gawking over the view, “it’s amazing!”

Newt reached for your hand and watched as you turned to meet his gleaming gaze, “told you it'd be worth it.”

You grin warmly, “you did.” Scooting closer to him you rest your head on his shoulder and keep a hold of his hand. “Promise me we’ll come here again.”

Newt rests his head on your head and whispers, “I promise.”

[theshelbyclan]

Karma

Summary: The one person that can really get under Tommy’s skin, is the one who is just a little bit too much like him 

(Gif by @mistress-gif​)

A/N: Short one and first try at writing Tommy as a dad, though I love reading about it. No idea how I feel about this, but here we are XD So this one was requested by anon: Can I request Tommy Shelby finding out his daughter is sleeping with a rival gangster and his feelings about it.  Hope you like it! 

Words: 1901

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“Not him.” Your dad was pointing directly at you with this menacing stare he likes to do. Sure, it was scary for the first thirteen years of your life, but then you sort of got used to it. Rolling your eyes, you threw your head back and sighed deeply. 

“Are you fucking listening to me, Y/N, eh?” he raised his voice, “Not. Him.”

“I heard you…” you lit a cigarette and threw you father’s case back onto the table. Stoically, you locked eyes with one another. “And you’re going to stay away from him,” it wasn’t a question, so it required no answer. Mimicking your movements, he started smoking as well. 

Blue eyes met blue eyes in a sort of silent stare-off. “How did you find out?” you asked eventually. Because none of this went the way you would have planned it. After all, it was only supposed to be a one-time thing. It just got out of hand, that’s all. He smirked slightly, but his eyes were still cold, “What made you think I wouldn’t eventually find out, eh? I know that you’ve been smoking since you were twelve, drinking since you were younger even. I know you travel to London each week when I specifically tell you not to and I know you take the horse for a ride in the middle of the night. I know everything that goes on in my house.” You recognised his intention to scare you. By throwing in information that he presupposed was new to you, he wanted to catch you off-guard. You’d seen him do this a thousand times before with rivals, in business deals and with women even. It didn’t work on you.

So you lifted your eyebrows slightly, feigning being impressed, and smiled back at him, “So Finn told you. Knew I couldn’t trust that kid…” A low voice replied, “You mind how you speak about your uncle.” Scoffing silently, you said, “Forgive me, father. Is there anything else you want?” and you made a move to get up. “Sit down, Y/N,” he pointed at the chair. There was no emotion whatsoever visible on his face, except the demands of a cold and distant businessman that just happened to be your father as well. 

“It’s funny, that.” you said, because sparring with words was something that you could do as well, “What happened to not mixing personal emotions with business?” “Enough.” But you continued, “So tell me, why do you even care who I fuck?” Because this is how it all got started. For the last couple of weeks you’d been seeing a man regularly. This wasn’t a strange occurrence, but him being your father’s rival was. Of course people talked and word had gotten around London. It was only a matter of time before one of the Peaky Blinders heard of it; you had just hoped you’d had more time. He lowered his voice, “You’re getting too wild. You need to watch your mouth, watch your behaviour and this is the last time I’ll say it, Y/N: Not him.” “So me fucking isn’t the problem,” you quickly retorted, with brows furrowed, “When it’s bad for business, then it’s a problem.”

With satisfaction, you could see his jaw clenching. Again, you tried to keep your own feelings of victory impossible to read on your face. “My business doesn’t concern you, apart from the benefits you reap from it.”

“Okay, so let me understand this,” if he could be a brat, so could you, “You answer to no one but yourself, right? And the business is all that matters, so maybe me sleeping with a rival could actually been seen as an asset, right? Ever thought of that, dad?” A small vein had started throbbing in his temple and nostrils flared for a moment, “Stop changing the subject. This is about you and…” But you cut him off quickly, “Is it? Because last time I checked the world revolved around Thomas Shelby.” He slammed a hand down on the table, “Enough!” You were gaining the upper hand and you could feel it. You were in control.

After a few moments of silence, you decided to up the ante and said innocently, “Who was the last person you fucked, dad?” 

He laughed suddenly, but there was still no warmness to it, “I’m not using you as a business asset, Y/N, because I don’t want you to get a reputation already,” he narrowed his eyes slightly, “You should be more careful.” You also barked a short laugh, “You’re afraid people will see me as a slut? Oh don’t worry about that, dad, you can still be the family thot.” “That’s it,” he growled, his emotions finally getting the better of him, “You’re not leaving this house, ever again, until you’re at least twenty-five!” 

“I’m eighteen,” you emphasized, irritation creeping into your voice as well now, “I’m not a child.” “You are my child and you will do as I fucking tell you to,” his ever cool demeanour was slipping rapidly. So you smirked arrogantly, “Watch me.” When you got up, he immediately followed your movements. On both sides of the desk, which sat in the middle of his enormous library, the two Shelby’s were now facing each other. You had every intention of just walking away, but it seemed like your dad had every intention of not letting you. Were you faster than him? Then you made a dash for it. From the corner of your eye, you could see your father was following you. These days, he let other people do the legwork, but it surprised you how agile he could still move. Given enough anger to fuel him, that is. So you jumped on top of the small table and dived for the sofa. From there, it would only be a short sprint to the door of the library. Mid-air, you were tackled and both you and your dad ended up against a bookcase. Books were falling down left and right of you, and while you checked whether all your bones were still in tact, the leader of the Peaky Blinders had already shut the door and was barricading it with his whole body, arms and legs outstretched. “You look like a fucking idiot,” you commented dryly. Angrily huffing and fixing his hair quickly with one hand, he said, “You’re not leaving this room until we’re done.” “We’re done,” you hissed, because the truth was you couldn’t contain your anger any more than he did. Something has started to boil inside of you and there was no stopping it now. Again you tried to make a run for it, aiming for the window this time, but he grabbed your arm this time. Struggling to get loose, you pulled at your arm, while he was fighting with all his might to hold onto you. You scratched and kicked, only vaguely registering his grunts and small cries of pain with every blow that landed on him. Then you kicked him in the shin, as hard as you could. He doubled over, but reacted quickly so that he took you down with him. For what felt like ages, the two of you wrestled on the floor. It had only been five minutes ago that you’d both been sitting at the desk, calm and collected, faces unreadable, having a lively discussion from adult to adult. This was something different entirely. “Y/N” he yelled out, amidst the chaos of limbs. Angrily you tried to pry his fingers loose from your wrist, “Get off me, fucking hell!” “Listen to me, Y/N,” he tried again, “Y/N! Listen!” You were never one for being restrained, so you bit and screamed until your lungs were sore. But suddenly, your dad had grabbed both of your wrists and had them pinned down onto the floor. You stopped fighting, but opted for the extreme Shelby death-stare.

“Calm the fuck down!” he bellowed, practically foaming at the mouth. Neither one of you had noticed the door opening behind you or had heard Ada come in. Honestly, you’d completely forgotten she was in the house at all. But there she was, standing with arms crossed and thoroughly unimpressed by the situation. She muttered to herself, “Jesus Christ, Tom.” As he looked up to his sister, you struggled again to regain your freedom. “What the fuck is going on here?” Ada demanded. “She/he’s being a fucking dickhead!” the two of you yelled out in unison. Ada laughed sarcastically, “The pair of you are behaving like children! Tom, let go of her!” “If I do that she’ll probably strangle me with her bare hands, Ada,” he ground out. Was it your imagination or was there a bit of desperation seeping in through his words? “She’s practically feral!” he added, sweat dripping down the side of his head. You watched your father and aunt, and while restrained, you felt some of your fury drain away. “Oh right, and you’re not?” Ada replied, “Thomas Shelby, OBE, rolling around on the floor because he can’t contain one teenage girl. Yeah, you’re the definition of class and style alright.” You smirked at your father and when your eyes met again, he sighed deeply and let go. He sat back and the both of you looked around the formerly glorious room. Now it looked like a bombsite. “Y/N,” Ada told you strictly, “Don’t kill him. We need him.” You scoffed again, but obeyed her either way.

Tommy rubbed his head and blurted out full of exasperation, with the wild hand gestures to match, “Why does she never fucking listen to me!?” “Because she’s your child,” Ada picked up a book and pushed it back onto the shelf, “And there’s a word for this, you know.” You looked at your dad again and felt a sudden wave of compassion. Guess you could try and behave a little bit more? After all, he was all you got. He delved a cigarette from his pockets and slowly regained himself again. While Ada was tidying, he asked her in his characteristic low voice, “What’s the word, Ada?” “Y/N, clean this mess up,” Ada ordered, “And Tommy go and shoot something. Clear that head, the both of you. I actually like this house and I want to keep it in one piece without the two of you tearing it apart.” Then she stalked out of the room, mumbling again, “Bloody children…” “Ada!” your father called after her, “What word!?” “Karma!” Ada yelled from the hall. And neither one of you could help it; you cracked a smile when you looked at each other. He pointed his cigarette at you and squinted a little like he used to do when you were playing, “I give up. You win.” “Knew I would.” He coughed a laugh, “You’ll be the death of me someday.” You grinned at him again, “Nah, I’m just you, but different.” It was silent for a few moments, with smoke slowly filling the room once again. Then you said, “We’re alright, though, dad, aren’t we?” He cocked one eyebrow, “We’re alright, Y/N, but on one condition.” Groaning, you knew what was coming, “You really want to go back to the fucking beginning again, do you!” you yelled out. “One condition,” he repeated softly, with a stern but loving look on his face. “Fine,” you admitted defeat fully now, “What’s the condition.”

“Not him.”

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I know a question was answered earlier about technology but how does that work in regards to contact with and updates on the world outside San paradiso and avoiding the desire to want to travel? Because if I understand things correctly, they don’t really understand that they can’t leave? Or is it possible some people have figured it out? And somewhat unrelated but is there a way for people to somehow sneak out? Since you have DEA? Or do they just never go inside San paradiso?

hey hey anon ! i'm going to take your question and break it down into pieces to make sure i answer everything !

because of the nature of san paradiso and the spell behind the gold styx that brings people into the town, a lot of humans have a tendency to forget that there is an outside world and don't have the desire to try to contact it whatsoever. they forget about their friends and family from before and vice versa. when they arrive in san paradiso, they feel almost overwhelmed with the feeling of nostalgia, as if this paradise is the place that they were always meant to be. humans just arriving would be almost entranced by the wonderful scenery and the activities available; the ability to watch literal mermaids perform at the pier or see shapeshifters at the aquarium would fill them with wonder. it is not until the darker aspects of the city emerge from the shadows that humans become aware that this ' heaven on earth ' is actually the opposite. even then, there's not an urge to leave to the ' outside world '. there could be just an urge to escape from the horrors of the hellmouth for anywhere else.

regarding your question stating: ‘ because if I understand things correctly, they don’t really understand that they can’t leave? or is it possible some people have figured it out? ‘ the thing is, humans wouldn't really have thoughts of leaving unless they're locals born to san paradiso, have been attacked or have come face to face with the true face of the city. even when a human comes to the conclusion that they want to leave, they have completely forgotten about their lives outside of the city. so it's not that they're wanting to return to the life they once had, they just want to go anywhere but here. a lot of humans are met with a general confusion. it has to be noted that the majority of humans don't believe that creatures like vampires, ghouls and sirens even exist as they have and continue to be rumors and san paradiso's dirty little secret until you've met one, in which case it is most likely too late. as of right now, no one on a base level has figured out how to leave the city. if one was to try to escape to the outer borders of the city, they would be met with a fog that continues to grow thicker as they traverse through it, only to find themself back where they first began.

concerning the DEA, there are two notes on our DEA page that state the following regarding traveling outside of the city and the PROMETHEUS sector:

to protect and serve the humans living outside of san paradiso’s borders, there is a small division tasked with warning outsiders about the dangers of the city, as well as tracking down and bringing back the supernaturals that still exist outside of the city.

the lieutenants in this division are simultaneously tasked with outer city field work; they are briefly gifted by an ancient witch the ability to bypass the city’s magical barricade in order to capture dangerous supernaturals living outside of the city and relocate them within san paradiso’s borders. these missions are considered both dangerous and highly classified, and none outside the division are aware of their temporary ability to leave san paradiso’s walls.

no, no one has figured how to sneak out of the city, but that doesn't stop them from trying and, personally, i believe that would be a very interesting storyline for a character ! we're totally not against the idea of a human or even supernatural character trying their hardest to leave. but no, leaving isn't possible. also, concerning the DEA and what is mentioned above, they can be granted this temporary ability to leave and retrieve ' stragglers ' or supernaturals who haven't been brought to the city. at the moment, this is restricted to shifters and witches as they are harder to track due to their abilities and appearances. this spell is temporary and as it wears off, even the DEA agents find themselves wanting to return of san paradiso. just to reiterate, these missions are highly dangerous and classified to where not every DEA agent gets selected for these missions.

i would like to note that our timeline goes into a bit more detail about the expulsion of the different supernatural creatures that happened 200 years ago. for the creatures that happen to be older than 200 years, this means they may have some memories of the outside world, but they are very fuzzy and disjointed, reduced down to that of a distant dream or a sensation like once living somewhere where is always rained or tracking down a samurai that smells of sunflowers.

i apologize for the wall of text, but i felt as though this wonderful question needed a response worthy of its inquiries for not only this lovely anon, but also for anyone that may have the same questions. i hope that this answered everything and if not, that's okay ! hit us up off anon so we can dive into some more specifics concerning a specific muse that either already exists or maybe is being considered to be brought in ! thank you !

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Prompt 14: Commend

“Uh…hey there, Haurchefant. You’re not mad, right?”

The Lord Commander told her how it took six knights to wrestle him back to his post, keep him from rushing to her side in the face of Shiva. He certainly looked as though he fought off a small militia, what with the ragged hair and the small bruises on his cheeks.

His arms were folded. A stern look fell over his face. This was not a happy man.

“What were you thinking, Dia?!” he exclaimed. This took her aback. For as long as she’d known him, he’d been quite polite, always using a gentle tone of voice with her. To hear him scold her so was…different, to say the least.

“Wagering your very being on a dubious theory which might allow you to enter Iceheart’s lair- knowing full well that she could have sufficient forewarning to complete her ritual to summon Shiva, anyway…? And then- And then- engaging the abomination in mortal combat?!”

“…Chief, that’s a morning warm-up for me.”

“By the Fury, Dia!” He was in no mood for her cavalier attitude towards her heroic actions. “‘Tis the stuff of ballads! A battle for the ages!” He slammed a fist on his desk and continued, “Would that I could have been there to fight by your side!”

“Haurchefant, you would have been tempered!”

“Yet, here I was, forced to wait- condemned to wonder at the fate of a dear friend for a veritable eternity! I would not wish such torture on my most hated enemy…”

The tension on his shoulders started to release, the fire in his words began to dim, and whatever appearance of civility he could muster returned. He let out a long sigh as if to release the anger through his breath, and said while attempting to sound calm, “…but you are here now, and that is what truly matters…”

“Chief…do you need a hug?”

He shot a devastating glare at her, making Alphinaud leave the room before the tempers would flare. “I’m serious!” she assured, “I wish I could have told you that I was going, but the moment sort of just…came together perfectly. Time was of the essence.” He shook his head. “I know. But truly, no reinforcements, Dia?! None whatsoever?!”

“Unless you have another fighter who can resist tempering, it’s hard to ask that of someone.”

“Ser Aymeric couldn’t even think of a contingency plan, should you have fallen?!”

Dia felt the crease of the missive from him in her pocket. She took it from the Temple Knight, who attempted to read it aloud for her, after pointing out to him, “I can read, you know”, and read it through silently before entering the amphitheatre.

“That’s the Scions’ job.”

“Well, what is their contingency plan should you have been mortally wounded? Is there a batallion of blessed champions that secretly lies in wait in the Rising Stones?” he questioned sarcastically.

“No, there isn’t.”

“Then how do they ensure your safety? Surely, they understand that if you go, so too does the future of the realm.”

She hesitated, feeling incredibly obstinate in the face of his challenges, but was ultimately forced to concede to that one with an “I don’t know.”

“There’s nothing that they do to make sure that the Savior of Eorzea can continue to save Eorzea?”

“There’s nothing they can do, I just go in and do what needs to be done.”

“But why?” he asked incredulously, “What good does it do for anyone to leave you as the only one capable of defeating these monstrosities?”

“I don’t know, Haurchefant! Okay?! I don’t know! But I am the only one, and there’s nothing that can be done to change that!” She reached the end of her rope with an argument that should have ended before it even began when she opened her mouth. It was his turn to express shock, his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. His usually calm and collected dear friend, quick with a joke and happy to help, has put in place an impenetrable defense. She revealed a crack, however, when she took a breath and admitted, “A break would be nice.”

The two of them took a deep breath together to release the tension at the same time.

“What do you acquire from doing this, my friend?” he asked calmly, carefully tiptoeing about the topic to ensure they don’t fall back into hostility. She kept her cool and answered with a soft smile, “Adventure.” She let out a dharp breath from her nose. “I wish I knew why, but…there was always something about exploration that drew me. I love journeying into the unknown, I love seeking new paths…but sometimes, it’s nice to rest and know my surroundings.”

Haurchefant hummed in a tone that indicated both satisfaction and curiosity. “‘Tis interesting to hear your prerogative, Dia. Many take adventurers to be self-serving, glory-seeking ignoramuses.”

“That’s because a solid majority of them are just that.” She shook her head at the notion. “Glory feels rather hollow when you’ve seen just where it lands you. No, I’m an adventurer because there’s much to see and do…but I think I’ve seen enough for a while.”

He flashed his winning smile and assured, “None deserve respite more than you, my friend. Take heart, and enjoy what you have accomplished for now. I apologize if my venting of my anxieties have dampened your victory.”

She returned the smile and replied, “No, it didn’t. Call me weird, but…there’s something refreshing about someone close reminding me that what I do could kill me. Everyone always seems so sure that I’ll emerge victorious.”

‘Was there every any doubt that the Warrior of Light would succeed’, Alphinaud’s words rang in her head.

“There is never a guarantee in battle. I feel young Alphinaud should learn such a concept if he is to lead men.” Haurchefant shook his head and sat back in his chair. “You are indeed blessed as Hydaelyn’s champion, but you remain mortal, with limits. You have escaped the impossible on more than one occasion, but nothing that you’ve survived was incapable of killing you. I would much rather know that if you were in danger, that someone, preferably myself, would be there to do everything they could to protect you.”

She stared to the floor. “You very much are a knight, Chief. You couldn’t have protected me from Shiva.”

“Perhaps not, but it would be remiss of me not to try.” Haurchefant snapped back into reality when he reminded himself of orders he received. “Ah, Ser Aymeric wished to have words with you and Master Alphinaud in private. He awaits us in the Intercessory.”

“Ughhhh, do I have to?”

Haurchefant replied to her groans with laughter in his voice, “Is there something wrong with the notion?”

“I already had to accompany him back to Camp Dragonhead. If he needed to exchange words with me, he could have done so from Whitebrim, but we barely said a word to each other. We didn’t even look at each other. I don’t get it- I saved his people from a primal. Did I do something wrong here?”

Haurchefant knew exactly why the Lord Commander would do such a thing. A conference with the Warrior of Light was one thing, but a personal interaction? No work or other business to buffer? And with such a stoic hero (or so she pretends to be), seemingly larger than life? The man was probably a puddle.

“Perhaps he just wanted Master Alphinaud there to say these words to as well. Pray, go on ahead without me, Dia. Another matter requires my attention, but I shall join you anon.”

“Fine, but hurry up. I don’t want another awkward silence, especially if Alphinaud tries to harangue him into joining the Alliance again.”

“Halone be good, you must stop him if he tries again.”

“The kid’s tongue has a mind of it’s own, I swear. If he tries, maybe I’ll cast Repose on him.” Haurchefant laughed at what he hoped was a joke as she left the office to see for just what he requested privacy.

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Would Minfilia yell at me if I kicked Alphinaud in the head, Dia thought. For whatever genius he proclaims to be blessed with, subtlety consistently managed to escape his grasp. That in mind, she was more than a little relieved to understand fully the intention of their dealmakers. All they hid was a desire to keep the Garleans away, a desire she shared personally.

With that done, she followed the young Brave’s Commander out of the intercessory.

“Er, Dia, if I may have a moment…”

Or she would have, had Ser Aymeric not stopped her from doing so.

“I have no idea if there will ever be enough thanks for what you’ve done, but… I would like once more to say it: Thank you, Dia. Your risk was unimaginable, and that you were so willing to do it for a country you barely know… it’s astounding. While we owe the Scions much, to whom we’ll begin to repay by delivering supplies to Revenant’s Toll, I would also like to find some way to repay you personally. Mere words feel insufficient.”

Dia felt unsure what to make of the Lord Commander, but she appreciated the thought.

“Don’t worry about it”, she replied with a soft smile. She nodded to him and turned around to finally return to Revenant’s Toll.

Once she was out of the building, she retrieved the missive from her pocket, and re-read it once more to herself.

Inside the intercessory, Aymeric turned to Haurchefant with a question in mind that the lord of Camp Dragonhead could read with ease with the expression he wore on his face.

“Haurchefant, you’ve grown rather close with her, have you not?”

“As one should expect with one’s dear friends, yes. Why do you ask?” Haurchefant attempted to bury any hint of amusement.

“Have I insulted her? Has she said anything to you?”

He failed to hide it and released a closed-mouth chuckle.

“Ser Aymeric, she asked the same of you!”

His eyes widened in mortification, and his jaw dropped slightly. That he should be perceived as being insulted by someone like her, as if he had the nerve, felt unsettling.

“I…”

“She mentioned the return trip to Camp Dragonhead was… not the most pleasant of exchanges, to put it nicely. Now, Dia tends to do more than say, so it can be hard to interact; I cannot fault you for struggling to communicate. She does take some time to warm up, but with all due respect, Ser Aymeric, you must offer the hearth. I did so, and now, I couldn’t ask for a better friend and ally. You might find the same results, and clear up any misunderstandings, an important step if you truly wish to express personal gratitude.”

Aymeric kept his gaze to the floor. “Thank you for your candor, Haurchefant.” Soon after, he turned and exited the Intercessory alongside Lucia.

Haurchefant stayed behind to think. Perhaps it would be best to refrain from further intercession; ‘tis so amusing to watch Aymeric like this, he mused.

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A/N: Requested by three anons. Enjoy reading, my lovelies! ;-)

Words: 2360 Warnings: pure smut

Additional NSFW warnings: spanking

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Loki had been distant from you lately. There was nothing wrong with your relationship of course but ever since he had officially joined the Avengers after them fixing what they had messed up after defeating Thanos, he was working nonstop. They were draining him with risky missions, using every ounce of his seidr to their advantage, and while you were happy he was finally included in a way, you knew they did so with the intention of letting him pay for his actions prior to fighting on their side—to “make up” for the troubles he had caused, the pain he had inflicted on humanity and the lives he had taken.

New York, the Chitauri, the sceptre, the mind games… they still failed to realise none of it had truly been Loki’s fault—a circumstance which made your already cool attitude towards the Avengers bitter.

Loki had not been ignoring you, exactly. It seemed, however, now that his relationship with his own brother was finally changing for the better, he had simply forgotten that there was more to him than a mindless soldier saving the planet numerous times; and while Thor was one reason he kept complying with their orders, albeit using his own, if not questionable methods sometimes, the other was of a selfish nature. He would prove to them he was worthy of being called a hero. He would make women squeal for him just to spite them—but most importantly, he would impress you.

Loki would never admit that, of course, he was far too proud. Yet it was no secret how much he enjoyed your generous pampering when he returned from a long mission and bathed him, washing his hair, soaping his body and paying special attention to his manhood, hardening for you as soon as you brought your palms to his naked skin. But that was only when he returned. He still made tender love to you at night, ensuring you could fall asleep sated and satisfied before taking his own release but no longer, so it seemed, would you randomly pounce on each other throughout the day and spend hours eliciting orgasms from one another. You could barely remember the last time he had initiated some sexy roleplay or simply surprised you and tied you up in the living room to have his way with you, forcing climax after climax from your body until you almost fainted into his arms.

Whatever distracted him so much from taking time for himself, for you, it ought to change tonight. Loki was going to slog his guts out if he kept going like this and you were certainly not going to let him do that. An orgasm or two, or a dozen, would pose the perfect distraction.

You had just taken a shower. A long one, not a short one—all a short shower contained was soap, warm water and sometimes washing your hair. A long shower involved shaving, a hair mask, maybe a peeling and in your case, painting your nails in Loki’s colours.

Naked, you tiptoed towards the living room. It was chilly. You had recently turned off the heating now that it was getting warmer, the cool air instantly raising goose bumps on your limbs. Loki was sitting at your desk which you usually used for writing, leaning over a bunch of documents, photographs and briefing packs Fury had provided him with.

Quietly, you stepped in.

“I am missing something… those signatures are of magical origin…” He muttered, chewing on his pen. In another universe, he could have been a sexy professor teaching the Norse Myths. You bit your lower lip. You should definitely bring this fantasy up to him at some point… perhaps he could give you detention if you didn’t know the correct answer to a question…

He didn’t even look up when you entered the room. You pouted at his back, letting out a loud sigh so he would hear you—he was aware of your presence, of course. There was no tricking him.

“Loki?”

“In a moment, my dear.”

Your second sigh was even louder. Briefly, you even considered sitting down on the sofa and spreading your legs to masturbate in front of him. But then, before you could move, he finally looked up, his eyes widening a little as they roamed over your nude body. Loki swallowed thickly, you could see his Adam’s apple bopping. Stirring a little on his chair, he tilted his head, lips parting slightly. He was practically fucking you with his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“I was still hot after taking a shower, so I decided not to put my clothes on just yet. No big deal.” You replied nonchalantly, shrugging in the process.

Loki quirked an eyebrow. “Liar. You are shivering.” Whether it was from the cold or your growing arousal, you could not tell. Perhaps it was a mixture of both.

You shrugged once more. He was smirking by the time you gazed down at him expectantly, hoping he would finally abandon those briefing packs and pounce on you like a hungry wolf. But Loki was not stupid. He knew exactly what you were trying to do—and he decided to play along and make you wait until your own impatience drove you crazy. Besides, he needed to get through all of these documents before noon tomorrow. He would travel to Muspelheim with Thor… and he would not be rested enough if he spent the night fucking the living daylights out of you, even if he desired to do just that and abandon this nerve-wrecking mission altogether.

“Well… whatever makes you comfortable, my dear.”

Damn it. You resisted stomping your foot on the ground like a child. Maybe you should masturbate before his eyes. The idea, so you figured, was unbelievably sexy. But then… an even better one struck you.

Not so long ago, Loki had showed you how speak to him telepathically so you could share your thoughts, fears and words with him whenever you were separated. It worked a little like forcing your mind onto him—all you had to do was focus hard. His seidr took care of the rest. He would be able to tell and form an invisible link between you.

You did not do this often, for most of the time you were together and could verbally communicate anyway. Loki had taught you in case of an emergency—or if you two wanted to tattle about the Avengers in their presence. It connected you on such a deep and subconscious level you had even, unintentionally, begun to share dreams.

You wondered… if that also applied to daydreams. Loki had already turned back to the briefing packs, though you did not miss how he kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye. Well then… sneakily, you sat down on the sofa in a lascivious pose and let your thoughts wander off.

You imagined… falling to your knees for him, looking up at him with innocent eyes as you bite your lower lip and bring your hands to the buttons of his leather trousers. He hisses—a considerable bulge already forming behind the dark fabric.

Immediately, Loki sat up straight. There was a connection then. You held back a mischievous chuckle.

Slowly—painfully so—you pull them all the way down to his ankles, revealing his semi-hard cock to you. It springs to life with joyful anticipation, twitching a little under your greedy gaze. You lick your lips, eager to taste him. You wrap your hand around him then, jerking him for a lazy moment before you lower your lip onto his tip, suckling gently. You couldn’t resist. Your hands are never enough with him. A moan escapes his lips.

Oh, no… a real moan escaped him, still sitting at your desk.

He was already clenching his fists. Oh yes, Trickster, you thought. Two can play this game.

You closed your eyes, letting your daydream unfold freely and wherever it would take you.

You lick over the underside of his entire length, now rock-hard between your fingers. Precum is leaking from his tip. You lap it up with your tongue greedily before pushing him into your mouth, inch by antagonising inch.

A giggle escaped your lips when he broke the pen in his hands. It snapped in two like a piece of wood, spilling blue ink all over the desk. He waved his hand to clean it, breathing heavily as he did and still—he insisted on keeping his gaze on those stupid briefing packs.

Bopping your head up and down his length, you take him as deep as you possibly can and moan, sending vibrations through his cock. He groans in your daydream, throwing his head back. He buries his fingers in your hair, holding it tightly to keep you in place and guide you. Faster and faster, until his hips start bucking forward. Saliva is dripping from your chin, your mouth so full you could barely try and swallow.  He tastes so good…

The real Loki in your shared living room growled. He was facing you now, glaring at you in a downright threatening manner, but this was too good to stop it now. You kept your eyes closed.

Loki comes. He pulls out of your mouth, forcing your head back possessively while his other hand jerked himself fast, spilling his seed all over your face. It lands on your cheeks, your lips and your chin, marking you as his. You moan, tongue darting out to clean yourself up.

Your hand, in real life, sneaked between your legs to bring some relief to your throbbing clit.

That did it. Loki jumped up from your chair so ferociously he knocked it to the ground with a loud bang and strutted over to you fast and determined. The look on his face was all but dark and promising. You opened your mouth to protest, albeit half-heartedly, when he had already lifted you up without any effort whatsoever.

He held you tightly against his side, your body hanging from his arm like a fish on a hook. You only realised your bare backside was quite within his reach and presented to him vulnerably when he landed the first slap, sending a stinging sensation through your skin.

“Ow!” Fuck… so much for spanking. You gulped, biting your lower lip to suppress a moan. “Fuck, Loki!”

“Is this what you wanted, my little pet? To be punished for teasing me like that?” Another slap, landing on the other cheek. This time you couldn’t hold back your moan. Loki was holding back his strength and yet, your arse already felt like your bottom had caught fire. It was burning, tingling and tickling all at the same time. You could practically imagine your skin turning all red from the harsh impact.

“So naughty…” Loki kept spanking you thoroughly but your bottom wasn’t the only thing heating up. You were dripping wet, leaking down your thighs by the time he pulled you up even higher to examine your wet pussy. The sweet pain mixed with the promise of relief almost made you scream.

“Loki, fuck… please!”

“Please what, my dear? My… you are positively soaking. You enjoy it, do you not? You enjoy taking a good thrashing for me?” An animalistic growl escaped his lips.

“P-please… I need you inside me.”

You were unable to see it from your current position but Loki was as hard as a rock. His erection, painfully confined in his leather trousers, was throbbing with need for your tight quim. He was not going to be gentle with you tonight.

Fiercely, he put you on your feet again so fast you felt dizzy, pressed you against the cold wall and held your legs up so you had to wrap it around his hips to not fall straight to the floor. You dug your fingernails into his shoulders when his seidr took care of freeing his member so he could bury himself inside you to the hilt, taking no time for a tender intrusion. You deserved a hard fucking now, if anything for torturing him like that.

Loki’s mouth came crashing down on yours, not leaving you any opportunity to complain—not that you wanted to. Quite on the contrary… arching your back, you took his rough and fast thrusts knocking all air from your lungs, your legs desperately wrapping around him. He would not let you fall and get hurt, you knew that despite his frenzy and yet, this primal and downright animalistic side of him had your entire body melt. You were trembling—arousal and lust rushing through you like a drug. Breaking the kiss and throwing your head back, you came for him, fast and hard.

Clenching around his cock repeatedly, Loki fucked you through your orgasm until your eyes rolled to the back of your head as wave after wave of pure pleasure cursed through your veins, making your blood boil underneath your skin. You screamed his name when he sank his teeth into your neck and bit you as gently as he could muster the moment he could no longer hold back, your climax triggering his own. With but a few more powerful and eager thrusts, he began to twitch and jerk against your still contracting walls and emptied himself inside you, filling you up with his warm seed until it dribbled down your inner thighs. Panting, your head dropped against his shoulder. You were putty in his arms, helpless like a fawn.

“Loki…”

He smiled weakly, still bedazzled by his high. Deeply sated, he took a deep breath and cradled you in his arms, carrying you off to the bedroom. His mission was now forgotten—what was it he had been pondering over again? For the moment, all he could think about was the beautiful woman in his arms, his slowly softening length still resting deep inside of your warm quim.

Are you okay? He was too exhausted for words—and so were you.

I am, you replied in your mind, sighing contently. I’ve missed you.

Loki hummed. I’ve missed you too.

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Do you think the polycule has any holiday traditions?

POLYCULE ASK! POLYCULE ASK! POLYCULE ASK! YESSSSSSSSSS

that's actually a pretty interesting question because the polycule is very culturally diverse. like of course we have simon who's jewish, but the rest is kind of in a weird place. i'm pretty sure shadowhunters don't have holidays at all, and since clary was raised by a shadowhunter and a former shadowhunter, i'm pretty sure she would have been raised without any either? like maybe she'd celebrate the gregorian new year because you know, they have to pretend to be mundane after all, but i think that and birthdays were probably pretty much it for her. oh and halloween i guess which is also not religious-affiliated, are there any other holidays in the states? i guess there's the 4th of july and thanksgiving but both celebrate imperialism/colonialism and i don't want to write about that so i'm gonna pretend there aren't. plus i doubt shadowhunters celebrated those either

so ok we have izzy and clary with no holidays, we don't know whether or not maia is culturally christian and i don't wanna just say "yes" by default... and then there's meliorn whose holidays and traditions will be typical to seelie culture, which are gonna be... unique to them obviously. we don't know how they are celebrated, how long they last, what is the milestone, how or even IF they count time - like maybe they go by when a specific flower blooms and that only happens every 10 gregorian years or some shit. so that's a question mark i guess

and there's also the fact that the seelie realm is very politically closed which. i like to think changes once they get rid of the old queen! but it's still a slow process to just allow other people there. then again izzy was a shadowhunter and she used to hop by so it's probably not a huge deal for meliorn to bring their partners and metamours to seelie celebrations? or at least to the ones that aren't Super Sacred or anything. so like parties and dances and stuff like that? yeah. which i guess brings me back to the other "meta" i wrote about seelie dances (link) and what it would be like for the rest of the polycule to participate in those and shit

then... well obviously there's the gregorian new year which we have obviously just gone through (well, we had when i started answering this ask. it's march now so rip. update it's april now. i'm so sorry anon) so like! i think it was always kind of hell for both raphael and maia, autistic icons, because of all the explosion sounds that just made them feel really upset and feel really stupid for it. with raphael i think it was more bearable when he had rosa because she would spend the day with him and hug him and let him squeeze the stress out you know dauhdasuihda also she was always the one he felt the most comfortable stimming in front of. and then after he lost her it only got worse because on top of the fireworks there was the clear absence of rosa that he just FELT everywhere. you know?

and with maia there's the added trouble of her being AMAB and what with being raised to "black men" standarts of masculinity (to be clear, as in: due to racism black men are expected to be even more macho than white men, ESPECIALLY by nonblack ppl; not as in wow black ppl are so backwards or whatever. white ppl invented gender norms anyway so lmao), she was definitely shamed a lot for being so distressed by the fireworks when she was little methinks. we love that combination of transphobia, racism and ableism! so it was just hard and filled with bad memories. and then once she ran away from home it got marginally better without the constant telling her to "man up" and shit like that, but it still came with the added memories you know

and also with them (plus simon) being vampires/werewolves the hearing gets even more sensitive so that's... fun. meliorn realizes it stresses them out and makes up a special kind of spell that muffles their hearing of background noise, so they can feel more comfortable and for the first time there is not that added stress that comes with the new years and it feels so nice?? they even try watching the fireworks but it's kinda like eh, not that great, especially because even looking at them brings out memories you know doahdsaoh so instead meliorn shows them some magic and it's so much prettier with all the glowing lights and stuff, you know?

maybe after that the polycule starts spending the new years in the seelie realm instead, that'd be cute, just like. enjoying that pretty place with all the lights and shit. i think they would all prepare some kind of light show some way or another like using magic and witchlights and whatnot. that'd be cute

as for other holidays! i think their holiday traditions would start with simon's first yom kippur after he was able to eat solid foods again (shut up a potion WILL be created and i don't accept any other option). before that, with simon being unable to eat, he was also obviously unable to fast. he wouldn't feed during yom kippur but it's not like vampires need to drink blood every day so it's not really the same thing. and it felt particularly lonely that, besides being away from his family and community, he also couldn't fast

i mean obviously simon isn't the only jewish vampire in the world, or jewish downworlder for that matter, so i'm sure he makes jewish friends he would at least get together and pray with for yom kippur, and that's what matters the most, really, but being unable to fast when he wants to and also not being able to participate in the break-fast meal just. sucks djdnudhsus

and then he's able to eat and he can do all that again! but it's also kind of emotionally charged for all of the vampires to fast for the first time when for so long they associated not eating with feeling unhuman, you feel? so like it kind of hits all of them hard

so the polycule decides to make him a little surprise and cooks the break-fast meal for them. clary probably knows what simon and his family used to eat after yom kippur so they try to recreate that for him? and maia and raphael are lowkey nervous about it because they had never made stuff like noodle kugel before and while they could at least try it (yay potion!) they have no idea if it's tasting like it should, ya know what i mean? and it's kind of sweet that they are so worried about making this the best possible experience for simon and the closest to home it can get. and simon is super emotional about getting to eat that stuff for the first time, as well as the other vampires, so you know. it's very emotional all around. but in a good way? and i think after that it kind of becomes a tradition that they make him the break-fast meal after yom kippur too

and then the next years they lowkey fuss over him for the last meal before the fast too, which i'm not sure is something simon would do with other people so they would go ham, dude, particularly raphael because he is a worrier first and foremost. so catch his ass all lovingly planning a meal he can make with zero (0) salt whatsoever so simon doesn't get too thirsty during the fast for MONTHS, planning so he gets the most amount of sustenance, lots of fiber, etc., and simon is like "you know i don't even have to eat, right?" but rapha is just all "you know food still matters" and simon doesn't say anything because it does. it matters a lot

and raphael is all sweetly nervous because like... it is a simple meal, that is the point, but he still wants simon to enjoy it and simon can't stop smiling through the whole thing. raphael and the others also eat it with him too in solidarity before simon goes to the synagogue with his community and it's like a sweet send off you know?

also this is not exactly a celebration or a tradition for that matter but since YK is the day of forgiveness i like to think that eventually simon asks for raphael's forgiveness on YK for the whole rosa thing, and although that isn't religious for raphael, raphael asking for his forgiveness for how everything went down, too. and it's just a sweet moment where they leave this whole story behind and look for a better future - i imagine this happening before they get together, so again, it doesn't really count as an answer to your question, but i just thought i'd include it because i find it sweet

then after that there is sukkot and i just really loove the idea of them helping him build the sukkah (for those who don't know, the sukkah is a hut covered with vegetation under the open sky, where jewish ppl live in for the duration of the sukkot). i know that they could just buy a certified one but where is the fun in that when we could have shenanigans? also i think that that would have been part of simon's personal/family traditions because i bet him and becca loved to build the sukkah for their family. so like on that spirit it is a little sad that they can't help each other with that anymore since simon can't be seen by the rest of his family, but of course as soon as he mentions it and how fun it used to be the whole polycule is Immediately On Board. let's help simon build his sukkah!

first of all other than simon none of them have ever built a sukkah before and simon usually followed becca's lead tbh, also he's just not great to Lead And Control people in general, and the polycule is already messy as all fuck. so it's a disaster, especially with raphael and simon's superspeed and strength thrown into the mix, and meliorn's almost impossible to hold back mischievous nature. izzy is lowkey responsible for keeping them in check and okay now that i think about it clary might have helped simon's family build it before, especially when she was a kid because kids just love that shit, but i don't know if she would remember the steps tbh (read: she wouldn't remember the steps) so yeah all in all the sukkah falls down more often than not and they might have to replace a few materials when simon and raphael accidentally snap their bamboo poles in half. rip

meliorn is probably all like "you are all weak and pathetic, i am a seelie, i can literally control living things. simon needs a vegetable covering? watch me get all the nearby trees to form a beautiful roof" and simon is like "actually the sechach cannot be alive" and meliorn slowly dies because they have no power over dead nature. also simon forbids magic usage in general because this needs to be an authentic building experience for him, so meliorn is left as the most useless one since they only have experience building these things using magic and the help of the trees or whatever

also i bet they would love to go EXTREMELY hard on the lights and decorations. i know that hassidic and to my understanding general orthodox jewish communities don't decorate the sukkah but i don't hc simon as part of those communities so i think he would want to decorate the sukkah. like even if it isn't fully covered in decorations, he would want what few he has to be well done, you know what i mean? like he would want to make the holiday posters himself (i dont know if it would be appropriate for clary to help make these but if it would, she totally would and i like the idea of simon giving her a very specific prompt to make the posters and clary doing it for him, you know? and maybe them all helping paint it with colorful themes), making decorations, and okay, at the very least fairy lightning? please? come on. it's another whole ass dramatic experience to get electricity in there so that's fun for sure, but i think meliorn and maia in particular would be all over the idea of making a pretty lightning system, and simon is definitely not gonna complain because he loves pretty things and the idea sounds rad. raphael smiles fondly through it all and basically saves the day by being the only one with organizational skills who is actually able to help them make a working plan for the sukkah

(catch these idiots making a blueprint. TRY and tell me they wouldn't)

(every year they make a new blueprint and the sukkah has different designs and proportions - always following the requirements like having four at least 32 inches tall walls, of course - and they start completely anew. the sechach must always be new but not the general structure, but they redo the structure anyway because again, it's fun)

and then of course they have meals together in the sukkah for the duration of sukkot and just idk i really dig the idea of the lot of them holding trays of food wearing oven mitts as they get inside and turn on the lights and it feels really nice and sweet you know? and then of course promptly turns kind of messy because it's their way but that's what they want. also, at least once a year they manage to sneak becca in for a meal with simon in the sukkah and they are just both so happy and aaaaa :')

and that's how "kidnapping" becca so she can see simon and his sukkah becomes another tradition lmao. they do it in the most dramatic full of flair way they possibly can while still not being found out and then promptly tell simon all about it in the most dramatic and exaggerated retelling during the meal, which always makes both simon and becca laugh (reality: becca just told her parents she would be off for a few hours to do some school thing or something and then they picked her up and she got a superspeed piggyback ride so she and simon wouldn't miss a minute. their story: "it all began with a carefully planted lie,")

there's also pesach which many (reform) jewish friends of mine have told me they like to do with goyim because the whole point of that holiday is to welcome strangers and share jewish history, so i think simon would like to do that as well. so yeah i think simon would enjoy having them with him during the Pesach Seder - again i think simon would want to be with his other jewish friends but it would be fun because they all could bring their pet goyim that they know would be respectful and nice to have around, run the Seder, and celebrate with them. also for their first one i think simon would have gotten excited about explaining the order/15 steps to them, so like cue lots of fond looks as simon tells them everything about it, how this is the first time he'll be able to have the feast, the four cups of wine, and how he's excited even to have the bitter herbs again. and then over the years they all become pretty much used to the 15 steps, they come naturally, they know what to expect, they already know the story of the Exodus after retelling it every year, and it's nice both when it's new and he gets to share and when it starts to be something in their element because it became their tradition and they want to be there with simon for the holidays, you know what i mean?

then there's purim!!!!!!!! god they would sure have so much fun on purim it gets me really excited to think about. purim might be the one that they get to participate the most in from what i've seen, and i have lots of thoughts about it, like:

first of all, making hamantaschen!! they each make a batch with a different stuffing and it's lowkey a competition and lowkey a surprise and as always with cooking together it is very fun and homey. and also kind of silly as they usually are, but purim is a holiday that is kind of supposed to be silly and for ppl to let go so it matches that mood, you know what i mean? like they're all covered in flour and "stop trying to LOOK at what i'm making!" and blind testing and stuff

then, food gifts! so from what i've seen it is preferable that the food gifts jewish ppl send each other on purim are sent by a third party, which is usually a kid, but they don't know many kids and i really like the idea of the polycule serving as simon's messengers for the day lmao. going everywhere round the shadow world and beyond ("hey mel since you can portal i have this friend in argentina-") and then bringing him the other gifts people send simon in return :)

dressing up in costumes! there is absolutely no way simon doesn't dress up for purim and the whole polycule is absolutely dragged into it, including an absolutely reluctant raphael. it quickly becomes a tradition tho that they change costumes every year and try to make them funnier and more outrageous (as you do) as time goes by. trust the polycule to turn pretty much everything into a competition. and simon always laughs with so much glee and joy when he gets to see what everyone dresses up as so really, how could they say no?

(maia "wins", like, every year. she is totally huge on costumes and her and simon are very attuned in that sense, so, you know. catch her dressing up as memes and just generally making the most creative costumes. she may or may not think them months and months ahead of time)

maybe they hold purim meals with particularly themed costumes every once in a while when they want to spice it up, but i think generally it's more of a freestyle thing

simon also loves reading the purim torah tbh, it's just fun. and then of course there's the megillah and booing when haman's name is mentioned. they are all banned from using graggers because half of them have superstrength and the other half doesn't technically have superstrength but is still super strong and they destroyed the poor thing on accident after the first ten seconds when they tried

food yay! and the very long meal. they usually get pretty drunk, tbh, at least the ones that can. and just generally i think it's one of their favorite celebrations to do together and more often than not ends in them all curled up together in the couch so u know, that's sweet uwu

and then of course rosh hashanah, which is the holiest joyous day in jewish tradition, so of course it's a huge deal for them all. and i just think they would all be super excited about making the evening (especially the meal ofc) the most incredible for simon it could possibly be. again i think simon would want to spend it with his downworlder jewish friends and community, and they probably have their own synagogue they go to together and everything, so obviously they are all involved in making preparations for rosh hashanah, but i like to think the polcyule and simon's friends' pet goyim would help with what they can as well (provided it's not something that should be done by a jewish person like baking the challah; but if not with cooking, they would at least want to help with stuff like decorations and the like. honestly i imagine all of simon's partners sitting together very seriously with a paper in front of them writing down all the stuff they can do to help with rosh hashanah preparations and everything. especially once they learn that like being happy/joyous is a mitzvah so they're just like "we want to make u as happy as possible then :)" and it's sweet and simon may or may not tear up a little)

and then we have other holidays that aren't associated with religion like halloween, which was kind of implied to be the official downworld holiday, so i'm pretty sure they go big on that too. not dressing up because again, one day where they can all afford to be themselves, but definitely meeting up at the hunter's moon, getting spectacularly drunk, roasting the mundane's costumes, and then once they get back to whichever of them's homes, watching some shitty movies and throwing stuff at the screen together

i'm on the fence about día de muertos. i know it's not exactly a sad holiday but i feel like it is for raphael because it kind of represents everything he's lost - his culture and his family, and he can't even go to the parade during the day, you know, although i'm not sure that would have been his thing, but i do think he would have loved to watch the arrival of the monarchs when he was a kid but he'd have to be in méxico for that. and particularly after he lost rosa i just feel like it would have been so emotionally charged for him, you know? he would definitely make her an altar every year and it would be just... big and well thought-out and something really emotional and important for him, welcoming his little sister back the best he can. and i feel like that's something he'd want to do alone because my boy loves to punish himself

but there are little things i think they would have wanted to do with him, and that they might push a little to be able to, like being with him while he eats by the altar and hearing him tell stories about rosita. and i think they would help him "undo" (?) the altar once día de muertos is over, which is always extra emotional for him and aaa. and then the next day they kind of just get to be with him and cuddle a little bit as he recovers emotionally, you know?

also it has just occured to me that raphael is christian shit fuck fart bitch cock. so okay i guess that puts xmas and easter somewhat on the map? again mostly for food. us latinos celebrate xmas on the eve, not on xmas day, and raphael is totally the insufferable xmas meal obsessed bitch who's on the kitchen all day and refuses to let anyone help (he can't pull that particular stunt for the meals they have for simon's holidays obviously but he can on xmas soo). but it's worth it because it is always a great one. and he also gives a lot of thought into getting everyone presents so that is sweet and it earns him lots of kisses on the cheek and stuff. and that's pretty much it for latino xmas, we don't really do stuff i'm still not convinced gringos haven't made up like the socks and the eggnog and xmas music (????) so it's more lowkey. and i think raphael would keep the more religious aspects of it to the stuff he does at church (again, there are downworlder religious communities idk what to tell u) and for the nursery home. which is not to say that like... oh wow xmas is totally not a xtian holiday! or whatever, just that the version the polycule does is more lowkey on the religious aspects and the things they do together on that day are more about being together with raphael on a day that matters to him, you know, especially since again, he is the only xtian and that's gonna be a sensitive thing for simon especially

and i think for easter it is mostly something they do to shower maia in sweets lmao. again she misses chocolate and i'm sure they spend a lot of their time trying to figure out how to get around that, either be by like trying to make special chocolate that doesn't make her sick or sweets that really really resemble chocolate or that are so good she doesn't even mind that she can't eat chocolate anymore. so that's their tradition for easter (and raphael goes to church ofc)

oh yeah and i forgot valentine's day! i have this funny little idea just for the shits where they have this little thing where they setup one-on-one dates for all the parts that are actually together and each of them lasts, like, 10 minutes (poor maia who dates everyone is just running around town) and it's more about the fun of running around from one day to the other like this is a bad romcom where some bastard is trying to juggle having two (monog) girlfriends at once. but then they actually get all together at the end of the day and trade presents and funny cards both among their dates and metamours ("roses are red, violets are blue, you're my girlfriend's girlfriend, and i love you platonically"). usually ending up with them drunk and debating how exactly they got to this overly complicated arrangement and trying to figure out the best way to explain this to an outsider and trying to make, like, fluxograms that explain all of their different relationships visually and they all look so messy it just leaves them more confused lmao. so yeah it's fun

and i think that's all i've got? i say, as if this answer isn't longer than anyone will have the time to read and took me over 4 months to write. but anyway

a special thanks to "a group where non-jews can ask questions about judaism and jews can answer" on facebook and all my jewish friends for helping me write about the jewish holidays and customs. i also used the following sources: Rosh Hashanah (link), how to build the sukkah (link), more on the sukkah (link), how to celebrate purim (link), more on purim (link), how to celebrate passover (link), what is a passover seder like (link), laws of yom tov (link), yom kippur (link), what to eat before and after yom kippur (link), a classic yom kippur breakfast menu (link), menus for the pre yom kippur meal (link). if there's anything inaccurate or disrespectful, however, please let me know, and feel free to add more ideas as well if you're jewish :)

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The Devil Contained

Prompt: #162 for anon – “Come into the light.”

Anonymous said:

Hello hello! For the drabble game could I ask for #162 with jaebum if you don't mind?

Pairing: Im Jaebum x reader

Genre: demon au / fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 1359

Whilst this is part of the KOD world, you can read this away from the series, although it would make more sense to read the previous stories to understand the world this takes place in.

King of Demons series: Havoc // King of Demons // Unfathomable // Sacrifice // King of Demons: The Return // In The Night // Identity // Prophecy // Someone // The Devil Contained // The Monsters Witch

“Why are you hiding? Come into the light properly!” you called out and Jaebum sighed heavily, looking down at his new clothes right when you walked into the room.

Your light snort wasn’t lost on the demon and Jaebum lifted his hand, fingers on the ready to click together. You gasped. “Oh no, don’t you dare!”

“Y/N, this isn’t me,” Jaebum implored, snapping his fingers. His appearance changed before you, his cloak and dark clothing returning to him.

“This is you in Sheol,” you reminded sternly, placing your hands on your hips. “Change back.”

“Why should I?” he asked bitterly, shaking his head to refute your instructions.

It was ironic to Jaebum that he commanded an entire world down in Hell. Everyone listened to what he had to say and never questioned him, knowing the grave consequences if they even tried.

Still, even after all these years of being together with you, he wasn’t used to having someone he answered to.

Your eyes grew hard and the devil softened, dropping his gaze to the ground. “Must I?”

“We’re trying to find your earthside fashion, Jaebum. We still haven’t found something you won’t protest about endlessly after one night wearing them. Last time you even burned the outfit from existence! That cost me a lot of money!”

He smirked. “Human clothes are too restricting.”

“Says the man who gets around in leather pants most days,” you retorted, uncaring of his troubles.

Sighing, Jaebum clicked his fingers together again and you immediately beamed, fussing over his polo shirt and chinos. Jaebum shook his head. “Y/N, who even wears these clothes?”

“Lots of people,” you mumbled, still admiring him fondly. Jaebum scrunched his nose up at you.

“Really?”

“Sure, this is a popular look for a lot of men in power.”

“To go to work in?” he echoed and you laughed, shaking your head.

“No, for leisure.”

“The Devil himself never gets a day off so why would I need an outfit for leisure?”

You rolled your eyes. “You have one night with me every two years on Earth. The first time around, I don’t think you ever complained this much about your clothes.”

“I was rather preoccupied, don’t you think?”

Laughing, you nodded. “Stealing all the mint chocolate chip ice-cream sure took your attention off your outfit, huh?”

“This isn’t me, my love. What other outfits can I wear instead?” he asked, looking at the pile of clothing you had bought in preparation this year. Jaebum had to admit, anything would be better than the weird layered thing Jackson had insisted was the hottest trend on Earth two years previous.

However, the stripes on the tee and the waistband of these pants did nothing to appeal to him whatsoever.

“Okay, how about this?”

“A shirt? How is that much different from my normal look?”

You laughed. “For one, it’s not made from silk.”

“I thought you liked the feeling of it under your hands,” he questioned, stepping in closer to you. Reaching to cup your face within his hands, he smiled wickedly at you. “Or is it the way you can easily rip it from upon me?”

“Simmer it down, Devil,” you remarked, blinking away the lust forming within your eyes. “No one in their right mind wears a silk shirt here unless they’re in a historical play or the mafia.”

“You humans have lost your sense of fashion. Silk has been a staple for centuries.”

“Yes, much like you have, we know.”

Shoving Jaebum back into your bathroom, he changed, looking up at himself in the mirror as he did so. This wasn’t as bad, he could wear a shirt, though he did miss the lightness of his silk. The pants weren’t a bad fit either.

This would do.

“Okay, I’m coming out,” he announced, stepping out to find you rubbing at your stomach. He frowned. “Are you unwell? Must we cancel our human date?”

“Hm? Oh no, I’m fine!” you excused with a smile, now eying him up.

Jaebum cleared his throat. “What do you call this look?”

“The Devil contained,” you mused, coming over to wrap your hand around his lower arm and tugged him along. “Come on, we have a reservation waiting for us.”

Dinner was delicious, though paled entirely once he was equipped with the largest scoop of mint chocolate ice-cream that he could get. Swinging your linked hands lightly as you strolled around the streets together, you shared smiles as you ate your ice-cream, and Jaebum knew it didn’t matter what he wore to enjoy this special time with you. Although he would always feel his best in the land he belonged in, it didn’t matter wherever he was, as long as you were at his side.

It was a love that was unlike any other.

He longed for you whenever you were earthbound without him and he wanted time to stop when you were spending your half of the year with him in Sheol. Knowing that after tonight, he wouldn’t see you for another two months was bittersweet.

Perhaps that was why he liked eating mint chocolate whenever he was up here.

You stopped suddenly and Jaebum examined your expression, his brows knitting together. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing,” you whispered, your eyes attached to the store you had halted outside of. Jaebum looked inside, noting it was a baby store. He frowned; did you know anyone who was going to have a little human soon?

As soon as the thought came, his eyes travelled to your middle once more, blinking slowly. He had been so worked up and focused on himself that he hadn’t once picked up on the changes happening within you.

Jaebum didn’t know if the idea frightened or excited him immensely.

You caught his knowing gaze and laughed awkwardly. “Maybe it won’t be something we have together.”

“How can you say that when you know of our child growing within you?”

“It’s not just any child, Jaebum. It has a demon for a father.”

“Does that bother you?” he murmured and you shook your head adamantly.

“I worry I might not be strong enough to nurture it. Not to mention, all that I have read up on says that the gestation rate should be different. I could be having our child faster than I’m physically prepared for.”

“You read up about having a child with my kind?” he mused, touched by your efforts. Reaching down to rest his hand upon your stomach, Jaebum grinned. “She is as strong as her mother is.”

“She?!” Gasping, you shook your head rapidly. “Jaebum, I didn’t know the gender! How did you… why am I even asking, you’re the Devil himself.”

“It appears I have wreck havoc after all on a human, just not in the way the Gods anticipate,” he announced as you groaned loudly. Looking at you, he noticed the smile you were trying to hide and laughed in satisfaction. “Who knew I would become a father?”

“I did,” you told him, recovering enough to look up at the man you loved. “And a fantastic one at that.”

“With you as my queen, what can I not do?” he told you, kissing you passionately before looking up at the store again, a smile curling up his lips.

“No ice-cream this time, that’s a first,” Jinyoung exclaimed when Jaebum arrived back from his trip to Earth, though the insightful demon soon grew perplexed. “Brother, what did you do?”

“The unthinkable,” he mentioned proudly, raising a hand to his chest as he passed Jinyoung and went into his chambers. Jinyoung had followed, scratching at his head.

“Did you cause actual calamity?”

“I brought around new life.”

“New… you did what?!”

Jaebum grinned, opening a set of doors, watching as everything he had travelled back with soon settled upon the floor. Jinyoung approached the first box and then sent a startled look in the direction of the Devil.

“Will you help me prepare everything? It won’t be long until we have a true demon princess among us.”

Jaebum was excited for his next trip to Earth already, knowing it would be a family outing instead.

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Anon asked: Hey love! Could you possibly do #6, #8, and #48 for Raymond! I think they’d flow well together! Love your writing btw. You write these characters so well.

6. Let’s make a deal shall we?

8. I know of your reputation all too well.

48. Do you have any idea who you’ve just pissed off?

warnings: alcohol consumption; swearing; sexual references

(goddamit, i’ve forgotten about #48, i’m so sorry, love, i hope you’re still gonna like this!)

The pub is crowded, louder than it would be on a regular Friday afternoon, but Y/N is a bit too buzzed on bubbly to care. Her friends are cackling loudly, grabbing the attention of the men sat at the next table, and Emma even manages to get herself a date for the next day. Some of the shrieks die abruptly, however, and Y/N turns in her seat, curious at what or who might be the culprit. There are too many people coming and going to pinpoint an exact location.

“What’s wrong?” Liz asks, just as confused.

“Remember we’ve told you we three shagged the same guy in the same week?” Amelia laughs.

Y/N and Liz nod slowly. They’re both still incredulous at the odds of that happening. They do remember very well how all three were adamant in agreeing that it must’ve been the best sex they’ve had, although none of them would ever want to get more involved. Apparently the guy’s loaded, smart, sexy and funny, but there’s a danger to him that made them steer clear. Especially after Grace shared that she’s seen two guys with machine guns leaving the house with only just a nod in acknowledgement from the man.

“Well, yeah, he’s just sat the bar. The blond one with the glasses.” Emma points. “He’s talking to the married cutie.”

There’s no point in asking how the hell she could notice the wedding ring so fast, so Y/N chooses to follow her still pointing finger instead. A long exhale leaves her lips in a hiss, which only makes the girls behind her cackle louder. The noise grabs the man’s attention, who throws a glance in their direction with a raised eyebrow. He examines them each in turn, no flash of recognition whatsoever before his eyes land on Y/N and he smirks; and he bloody fucking winks, the smug arsehole.

“So I guess you’ll be the fourth then.” Grace snickers.

No amount of denial or offended scoffs might change their minds, but an hour and many flutes of fizz later Y/N can’t help but admit the arse is hot as fuck.

“Yeah, yeah, you’d like to pull on that pretty hair while riding his face, don’t deny it, baby!” Emma shouts, earning her an ocean of wolf whistles, which only make her shout louder. “Yeah, Y/N, the beard burn is glorious!”

Y/N is forced to leave the table, before one of them gets the bright idea to do something stupid – like cut her dress shorter (which they’ve done a couple of months back) or pulling her top so low, half of her bra would be on display (which they’ve also done before). She shakes her head, making her way towards the bar, where it’s quieter, less likely to be filled with crazy drunk friends who only like to embarrass her. She asks for a bottle of water, intent on sobering up, right as another flute of bubbly is set before her eyes.

“I didn’t order this.”

“No, Mr Smith did.”

A confused second later, Y/N is faced with the subject of her current fantasy. She’s already seen the guy and she truly did think that he was attractive even from a distance, but seeing him up close – sweet baby Jesus, he is gorgeous. There’s a churn inside her belly, and a blush would’ve crept up her neck if she were just a tad more sober. Those blue eyes are narrowed down, hooded behind his glasses, watching her reaction. His smile turns into a smirk when she grabs the glass and takes a seat right next to his.

It’s a good thing the stools are not that high because she would have definitely fallen over the second he started speaking – fuck, does she love a good commanding tone.

“You really shouldn’t be accepting drinks from strangers, love. What if I’ve had that spiked?”

“You don’t strike me as the type of man who’d need to spike a drink to get a girl in bed.”

He tilts his head to the side, raising his whiskey tumbler in a salute. Y/N is vaguely aware of the snickers that are coming from her friends’ table, but he doesn’t seem to mind it; it rather amuses him.

“I see my reputation precedes me.”

“I know of your reputation all too well, Mr Smith. So if you’re trying to get in my knickers tonight, save it for the next girl.”

His attention is fully focused on her now. Raymond’s never met a challenge before, if only he’d call this a challenge. She’ll fall in his arms eventually, like they all do, but he’s never been met with resistance up until now. He likes it, but he suspects there’s a reason behind it; another glance at her friends and that’s all he needs – the reason she’s holding back.

“I’d wager this has something to do with your friends over there?” The flicker in her eyes confirms his suspicions. “I’m fairly certain none of them would be against you having a good time, considering all the whistles and shouts.”

Y/N takes in a deep breath. This man is infuriating, but she’d much rather have him between her thighs than have this useless conversation with him right now. She does not, however, think she should make it that easy for him.

“Let’s make a deal, shall we?” She says, after a moment of consideration. “If you can tell me which of my friends over there you shagged, I’ll go on a date with you. A proper date, with flowers, a good restaurant where they serve expensive wine and you dropping me off at home at 11.”

“Oh, love, but that sounds like a very boring date. Let me show you what a proper date is, and I won’t just be dropping you off at home, because you’ll invite me in.”

It’s her turn to raise an eyebrow. She doesn’t deem it necessary to probe him further. He has to either play by her rules or count his losses.

“You’re something else, aren’t you? Fine, I’ll bite. Out of the four that are watching us like hawks right now, the blonde one, the one with the sleeve tattoo, and the one with her hair in the ponytail.”

He rattles the answer like a machine gun and Y/N has to blink a few times just to process it.

“I must say I’m impressed. I thought you’re the hit it and quit it type.”

“Only until now, I suppose.” His murmur is laced with intrigue and he’s still watching her through narrowed eyes. A riddle for him to solve? Oh, he’d love it. “So now that I’ve answered your question, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7.”

“Don’t you need my phone number? Address? Name?”

“I already have all of those.” A wolfish grin over the rim of his glass. “Y/N.”

“Ok, yeah, that’s not creepy at all.” She says with a roll of her eyes.

“And yet, you’re still going to be wearing a tight red dress tomorrow night.” Raymond stands up, stops with his face right next to her ear and she can smell his cologne, making her feel dizzier than any alcohol she’s drank. Cold fingers slide over her bare shoulder and he takes his leave with a last whisper. “I’ll even let you pull on my hair all you want.”