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noicevibes · 1 year ago

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧?

originally a commission, repurposed for readervision! writing about the ladies is fun and i should really do it more often, mhm.

notes -> pls i always forget she's 6'1", that's so frickin hot, my gawd

pairing -> quanxi x afab!time-traveler!reader*

warnings -> nsfw (18+, mdni), praise/nicknames used (*good girl), thigh riding, oral sex (reader receiving), orgasm denial, scissoring/tribbing; partial inebriation (alcohol consumption); light editing.

wc -> 4.5k

The modes of transportation in this place are… dated.

So used to seeing the various Tesla models zipping about, or the suddenly extremely common Honda Civic models, you found yourself staring a little harder at the ones that lined the street. All too obviously, the dilapidated street signs around you indicated your new location being somewhere in China. Still, there’d been an aged familiarity about the place, about all of it, from the specific way the splits in the sidewalk crackle from one end to the other, to how the trees willow overtop of them like old, gnarled hands. The glow from the street lights are all equally dull, and do little to highlight the filth the asphalt roads hold. The houses, in their decaying, years left untouched glory, are still cookie cutter enough to say that it once might’ve been a place that people both lived and thrived in— if anything, they might just exist there now. The bare minimum for any species.

But then you look in the distance, past the caved-in roofs, past the loose, swaying electrical lines and through the smog, find the fluorescent lights of the city resting just outside the horizon of this dystopian suburbia, and find that you feel at home, your own having been bright just like that.

You suppose that being at arms with a stranger in the middle of what you can only deem some kind of cacotopia must not be real. A dream or a hallucination— a nightmare, perhaps. The fact that you’ve never been to this place, this time or era, and yet, it’d been familiar. This partial hell scape with its scarred roads and patchwork housing, stuck in its darkened stasis of a temporary ceasefire? Wondering what kind of dream beasts this realm holds was unavoidable from the start, but at the very least, it still includes those in human form.

Your foe is formidable-- or, your predator, you should say. Armed thrice and practically naked in consideration for their lack of armour, wearing a thin shirt that exposes her midriff and tight black trousers, and with their one eye obscured by an eyepatch, they’re still as swift as a shadow when they charge forward, one blade extended, the other held in reverse against their forearm— usually a predictability. But they’re enough of a threat to you that you don’t bother to analyze much else any further.

If not for obeying modern physics, the stone at your feet would’ve split from the impact of your own harsh landing— without a weapon or defense of your own, you scamper out of the way of the woman’s sword, gasping at the close call. If anything, being in this strange place for so long, and being targeted by strange looking creatures and even stranger humans, has made you adept at avoiding harm.

You’re not entirely sure you can avoid it any further. You watch the attacker sheathe their defending sword and reach up toward their one exposed eye to— to… extract an arrow from within her skull, so easily as if it’d been normal to “store” it there.

“Don’t lose focus now,” they call — she calls, you finally learn, from your own language; she’d recognized it when you’d cursed at her earlier. A couple of obvious tonal sounds and inflections double down on you being somewhere in China. “I’ll be disappointed if you suddenly let me kill you, stranger.”

Slim, yet muscular. Long blonde hair. A gaze most distant, yet she still smiles, even in the middle of battle. Human? With that ability of hers, it’s unlikely; you’ve learned to differentiate that much, as short a time as you’ve spent here.

Amidst their game of cat and mouse, you can’t help but wonder if the area had been evacuated prior to Quanxi’s arrival, as if she’d been prepared to give chase, or even worse, as if she’d been prepared to fight. You don’t doubt the possibility of the woman having some kind of pull or authority in this time; as perhaps unprepared and bare as she appears, her skillset had quickly been proven. Being locked in at a coward’s stalemate for as long as you’d been, Can’t this end already?

“Please,” you pant, a hand poised in a pleading gesture. “Please stop.” The woman’s one visible eyebrow raises, her expression remaining placid. A moment later, she’s sheathing her blades.

“That’s fine with me,” she says, straightening up. “I’m pretty fond of this outfit and I’ve already scuffed the knees; it would be a shame if I tore anything else. You seem like… the civilized type, when you’re not running away. And if that’s the case, we should introduce ourselves.”

You give yours first, eager to catch your breath. The woman smiles.

“I am Quanxi. Now, tell me. The name of the Devil you’ve contracted with.”

Your expression hardens. “Devil?” you repeat.

Quanxi does not doubt further the woman’s seemingly earnest confusion. She already looks like she’s not from the area, and certainly not necessarily a native from China, either. In fact, it’d been more like she’s stepped out of one of those futuristic, science fiction movies. Your entire existence did not belong here.

Your tired vision sweeps along the street before rising to stare at Quanxi. “Where is this place?”

Testing, “Do you mean this street? This… neighbourhood? Or this world?” You don’t answer, unable. The silence, accompanied with the difficult read on the foreigner’s partial expression, is an answer enough. “It’s called Earth.”

“I know this is Earth.”

Quanxi’s lip quirks. “Then this place that you’re currently standing in, is in China. And this street, well… I’m not sure the name matters anymore. No one’s lived here in years.”

She watches you, a silence spread taut like a fishing line through the middle of your conversation as you ponder, before cutting it.

“Listen. I’m glad you decided to stop running away,” your lip curls slightly at the curtness in her words, but you don't interrupt, “but since we’ve established that you’re not from the area, and since I don’t see a… spaceship… parked anywhere… you’re probably not an alien. But, you’ve also probably got nowhere to go, hm?”

“… that’s, unfortunately, correct,” you murmur, sighing. What a headache…

“And it doesn’t seem like you’re looking to cause any trouble. Right?”

“I’m kind of in some trouble of my own, if you haven’t noticed,” you point out.

“Fair enough. Then, I’ll do you a favour. If you’d be reasonable enough to not do something as stupid as try to murder me in my sleep, I’ll invite you into my home.”

Try? I could barely run away from you.

“I’ll have to attend to some business in the morning outside the country, but, if you’re a good girl tonight, you’re welcome to stay there while I’m gone.” Your lips part to speak at the woman’s condescension, but by the absurdity of your situation, you find yourself unable to spit the words dancing behind your teeth back at her. Good girl?

“Do you need a physical invitation?” Quanxi says; you hadn’t realized she’d already begun to walk, and soundlessly trails after her. “Good.” Again? “I’ve parked several blocks north of here; it’s about a five minute walk if you’re fast about it.”

“Okay.” True to her estimation, once they’d picked up their pace, they found a sleek black automobile awaiting them only four blocks away. Compared to the older modeled cars you’ve passed, this one is at least twenty years ahead of their design.

Quanxi enters on her side before you can even open the passenger side door, and by the time you sit and shut the door behind you, the car has already belted to life, a soft rumbling heard from within its metal shell. A gear shifts, and they move.

The drive out of the dark neighbourhood where you first appeared, and into the glowing city you’d seen from afar is about three times as long as the walk had been. The luminance of the artificial light happens to be intense enough to make you squint so hard that your eyes become slits.

“Depending on how long you’re here for, you might end up getting used to it,” Quanxi says. You turn your head toward her. “Ah, well, I shouldn’t assume you don’t have these in your own home; apologies. Just, don’t stare at these ones directly. They’re definitely not up to code.”

You nod, glancing forward again.

“You aren’t very… chatty, are you,” Quanxi speculates, lowering one of her hands from the wheel to rest in her own lap.

“It’s… hard to think of something to talk about in my situation,” you say, wringing your wrists a little. “Small talk and idle conversations… is even harder.”

“You could always ask more questions.”

“I… can’t think of any.”

“Or ask if I know of a way to return you to your home.”

“And do you?”

“No. I can do a lot, but time travel?” Quanxi scoffs lightly. “Science fiction, for now. Maybe there’s a Devil out there that can do that. But, you could still have bothered to begin that conversation to see if I did.”

You pause. “Is this all a condition of me staying with you? Talking, asking questions…”

“Not at all. Simply makes for better company.”

You scoff, too, and fold your arms over your chest. “Aren’t you worried I’ll destroy your home while you’re gone? Or rob you?”

Quanxi chuckles. “Not at all. You might be lonely when I do, however. By how you greeted me earlier tonight, I should at least make sure my housekeeper doesn’t spook you away into, I don’t know, jumping out the window.”

“If I didn’t value my life, I wouldn’t have run away from you like I did. Why would I jump out the window…” The question hangs in the air, apparently a rhetorical quip.

The rest of the drive is completed in one-sided silence, Quanxi filling it with her own voice when she explains, unwarranted, the existence of Devils and what she’d meant when she’d asked you about a “contract”. It does make sense (and perhaps your interest in the subject did prove that you did have some curiosities), but you still had found yourself verily unwilling to engage in conversation, leaving your thoughts to race wildly beneath your skull.

In contrast to the surrounding buildings, Quanxi’s is not nearly as vibrant. The only lights come from the large fixed windows pressed tight between the dark brickwork; signs of life that neighbourhood from before had sorely been missing. Even the streets, despite the time, are flooded with chattering humans.

“We’re here, get out,” Quanxi says, putting the car into park and exiting it, herself. You join her on the sidewalk, where she’d just given a man a set of keys. In the corner of her vision, you watch him replace where Quanxi once sat, and drive off with her car, while the two of you enter the building.

“I’m on the penthouse level,” she tells you after pressing a button on the wall of the elevator. “It’s nothing fancy. Comfortable enough when I come home from an assignment, and for my—” Quanxi goes silent. You notice, but don’t press. The elevator chimes, announcing their arrival to the topmost level, and the doors open. “This way.”

There’s a keypad on the door, for which Quanxi types a particularly long code into before it beeps at them to enter. Whereas you take off your own boots and set them aside, Quanxi toes hers off and kicks them to the side, knocking yours over.

“A drink?” Quanxi offers.

“… water is fine.”

The penthouse is minimalist and simple, as its owner mentioned it would be. A simple living area full of couches and irregularly shaped chairs; a simple bedroom, raised up, across the room in a loft space. The bathroom and kitchen end up being the fanciest of the space, full of shining metal appliances and smooth surfaces, as white as the moon, itself.

There are but a few adornments and decorations, and you find that across the apartment, there are only a handful of photographs framed and sitting atop a long cabinet, two of which had been turned down— you recall Quanxi doing so as she’d entered ahead of you. Not one to pry — you know just as well as anyone what dredging up old memories does to a person — and with Quanxi busying herself in her kitchen, you cross over to them and quickly tip them up. Both have the woman pressed between four other girls, all with varyingly unexplainable appearances — why are her brains exposed? — but they all easily express their fondness for Quanxi.

“It’s like you’ve never been invited into someone’s home before,” Quanxi suddenly calls from around the corner. You flinch, and without making eye contact, set the frames back down with care. “It should go without me having to say the words “don’t touch anything unnecessary”.”

“Sorry,” you say.

Quanxi sighs, and extends her arm to hand the stranger a glass of clear liquid. “It’s fine. Just don’t touch them again. And try not to get curious enough that you want to ask about… them.”

You accept the glass, nodding, and take a generous gulp from it, immediately reeling.

“This isn’t water,” you say, swallowing thickly, your throat catching from the burn.

“It’s baijiu. Figured you could probably use some to relax while you’re here.” You instantly cough.

“Relax?”

“It’s not like you’ll be able to figure anything out tonight, not this late. And, not if you’re still wired into fight or flight mode. Drink this. If you’re hungry, there’s food in the fridge you can help yourself to. The bathroom is around the corner. Go and shower. I’ll grab you a change of clothing.”

Not that it’d been so severely important to, but you silently admit to her observations. Being sent stuck here and almost immediately thrust into one-sided combat against this strange woman, to being invited to her home for reprieve, has kept you tiptoeing on a jagged edge, teetering more to one side than the other. It’s discomforting. Unfamiliar.

You down the clear liquid in the glass before stalking into Quanxi’s bathroom, quick to strip yourself of your clothing before stepping into the shower. Beginning to scrub away the day’s grime from your body with a sudsy cloth, you realize you’ve yet to feel this calm thus far— must be the baijiu, you assume.

With the glass of the shower all fogged up from the steam, you don’t notice Quanxi standing in the doorway when you finally exit it. Unfocused, you jump, the towel in your hand almost slipping out of your grasp.

“I’m beginning to think,” you start, huffing out a flustered breath, “that you’re the lonely one between us.”

“Perhaps I am.” The ice in her own glass clinks against it when she takes a sip, watching you start to pat yourself dry. “I won’t argue with you. I never thought I would feel like this, even after losing them. They were only Fiends, after all. Not entirely human.”

“... does one have to be “entirely human” for someone to love them?”

“… I forgot who I was saying this to,” Quanxi muses, mostly to herself. “You’re young, after all. Insightfulness comes easier to each new generation of life.”

“Something like that,” you halfheartedly confirm, dragging the towel down each of your legs. You sigh— avoiding certain conversations may not be as easy as you’d once thought with this woman, the involvement of alcohol perhaps making it even more of a difficult probability. “Where I’m from… in my time… in my version of Earth, we don’t have different species of humans. But to be loved by anyone, by anything, even by someone non-human, is a joy, and an honour. Don’t justify them being Fiends so you don’t have to grieve over them. And… just be glad you can remember everything about them.”

She smiles back, but it’s distant; spurious. You know full well what the look is for, and decide it’s unfair to call the woman the only lonely one between them, after all.

Quanxi pushes herself off the door’s frame, stumbling very slightly out of her awkward stance.

“I was only in here for ten minutes. How did you manage to get drunk so quickly?”

“Oh, I’m not drunk,” Quanxi swears. “This is my first glass… and I’m a bit of a heavyweight. I just figure I should share some of my vulnerability with you since you’re naked in my home right now. Seems like a fair trade to me.”

You look up at her, having wrapped your head in the towel, and around the washroom.

“Your clothes. Right. I forgot to bring them in. They’re out here.”

“Could you go and grab them?”

“You’re coming back out here anyway, right? Just come and change out here.”

Your eyes narrow. The woman’s already seen her as nude as the day she’d been born, and from her own words, she now lives alone, the existence of those four girls in the photos seemingly otherwise erased from the apartment save for those photos. Being on the penthouse level on one of the tallest buildings around, it’d be unlikely for any of the neighbouring buildings to see—

“You’re overthinking it,” Quanxi calls out. “Is that something you do when you drink alcohol?”

Your attempt at sliding past her in the doorway fails, the taller of the two having lifted her arm to stop you.

“Is it?”

You sigh. Quanxi’s lip lifts into a small smile, and she drops her arm to let you pass and enter the kitchen.

“Is this where you assert yourself on me, and I lower myself into showing you my “gratitude”?” You slip on the folded burgundy tee from the counter, mentally cursing at the woman for supplying you with such a useless piece of fabric, the offending material barely reaching your navel; you shiver. “I’ve read enough fiction in my lifetime to recognize this cliché.”

“Then you must’ve read a crazy amount of sapphic erotica throughout your journey across the stars.” You shake your head and reach for the pants, ignoring Quanxi’s presence at your side. “No,” she answers, “though, I’m glad my intentions go without me having to say anything. A harmless, wordless invitation to share in a little bit of skinship with me. I won’t force you into it, but…”

In still being bare from the hips down, Quanxi dares to smooth a hand across your waist that curls an arm around your middle, and you freeze, your cool skin quick to grow warm under her touch.

“Quanxi—””It’s not lowering yourself to enjoy yourself,” she muses, right next to your ear. You blame your immodesty for the chill that sweeps down your spine. “Let me take your mind out of the stars for the night.”

It’s the alcohol. You’re drunk, too. That’s the only reason. Trying to rationalize your acceptance of the situation with false realities only embarrasses you further— you aren’t drunk. You can’t even call yourself slightly inebriated, not yet.

Then perhaps it’s your subconscious telling you to cave to Quanxi’s suggestion. To give into the strange offer of reprieve this Earth finds itself willing to give to you.

Her hands travel, soft and featherlight, across your now scalding flesh, and beneath the waistband of the sweats she’d intended on giving you. Loosening them from around your hips, she pushes them down until they slip around your ankles, and with a hand poised at the toned sculpt of her abdomen, she presses you into leaning against the counter behind you.

“Just stand there and stay pretty for me.”

Quanxi doesn’t waste another moment; not particularly keen to stop her, you lean into the hand that cups your jaw, allows her to fit her lips between yours, tries to remember the last time you’d ever kissed or had ever been kissed, and fails. With no other thoughts to keep you tethered to creating distractions for yourself, you keen forward and shift your weight onto a single foot. A small laugh huffs against your lips.

“You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you,” she murmurs. You’re about to argue the opposite, that you’d only been acting agreeable for their best interest, and open your mouth; ever the opportunist, Quanxi is quick to curl her tongue to sweep along the inside of your lips before you get the chance to utter a single word. You flinch, but your own hand stays holding Quanxi’s hips against your own.

Her thighs are thick, discovering them to be more muscular than you’d first presumed when one of them press between your own and shift upward. You gasp, a soft sound, when the coarse material of Quanxi’s denim begins sliding back and forth along your bare clit; you tremble, and grips her sides just a little firmer.

“Ah, see? You don’t have to use your words to show it.”

A hand slips around to hold your neck, Quanxi pulling her mouth hard against yours, and you moan, your breaths shared with each tilt of their head and each swirl of their tongues around the other dense, purposeful. Was it the alcohol making your mind fuzzier? Making your judgment clouded? You hadn’t yearned for something this hard in much too long a time, though it did go without saying— yes, I’m enjoying myself.

You shiver at the sudden soft pecks and harsher licks at the curve of your neck, and Quanxi grinds your crotch against her bouncing thigh a little more insistently when you’d begun to shudder.

“You’re close, right? So soon?” Reluctantly, you find yourself nodding. Quanxi hums. “Not here.” She lowers her knee almost too abruptly, and releases. Your head snaps her way, frowning.

“This isn’t how I want you to come,” she explains, decidedly tugging down her own pants and kicking them away. “Too simple.”

“Why did you stop?”

“It’s only for a moment,” Quanxi assures you. She takes one of your hands and begins pulling you toward the staircase to the loft, quick to guide you along to sitting at the edge of her plush bedding. “Don’t look so frustrated, hm?”

You scoff, but it’s choked, heart still racing from your formerly impending, now lost, orgasm.

“More condescending words of yours,” you mutter, “just like earlier.”

“Condescending words from earlier…” Quanxi pauses. “Do you mean when I called you a “good girl”?”

“Yes. It was patronizing.”

“And… if I were to call you a good girl now?” Quanxi releases her hold around your wrist and, before you can pull them back (whether you were going to or not), fits her fingers through both of yours and kneels between your legs, spreading them further apart with her shoulders. Your entire body flinches, and your arms both jerk upwards with nowhere to go. “Is that still me being condescending? Or…” Quanxi tilts her head forward once more, and licks a stripe upward against your quiver. “… maybe it’s patronizing now?”

“Y-You’ve… well surpassed the definition of both of those words,” you groan.

“Maybe.” Quanxi’s tongue curls, catching on the hood of your clit. You gasp. “But look at you, my little time-traveling friend, behaving so well for me. I think this deserves a little bit of praise; a small reward.”

“Stop talking about it and give it to me, then.”

Quanxi doesn’t speak again, having suddenly busied herself with the wet kisses she supplied to your cunt. Your eyes fly upward to meet hers, tongue flicking so frustratingly calculated between your folds. You stir, arms twitching impatiently in her hold with nowhere to go— until she releases them again. Unable to help herself, you lurch forward, one hand pressing the woman between your thighs deeper into you, the other clawing at the sheets beneath you. When Quanxi goes to mumble something, not bothering to remove her tongue from against you, you send a hazy glare her way.

“Don’t talk, j-just—!” Quanxi’s grip shifts, instead to wind her arms around your thighs when your squirming becomes too uncontrolled. You cry out, a sharp noise that ends up startling you back into biting down on your own lip, as Quanxi suckles on your swollen bud. It’s impossible to stop her, to want to stop her; your hold on her head lessens, though it’s only when your legs begin to tremble in their attempt to fold shut, and when your voice catches in her throat that Quanxi finally pulls away, lips and chin glistening under the moonlight and hair slightly disheveled, and you groan again, a noise that grows progressively louder and more frustrated as the blonde rises back onto her feet.

“I never specified if you’d be the only one getting rewarded,” Quanxi points out, chuckling. “Keep your legs open.”

You manage a frown, but still hold your thighs apart for Quanxi to straddle you. Your hips buck, feeling the sudden pressure, the sudden heat and slick press against her; Quanxi doesn’t waste another moment, having been denying even herself the pleasure she’d now twice ripped away from you— punishment for the frustratingly short answers you’d provided throughout the evening.

Hands falling next to your head to grip the blanket, she rocks forward, lower back instinctively arching upon the friction finally reaching her— Quanxi moans, and you, impatient and shuddering once more, reach behind Quanxi to grab at her ass to pull her tighter into you.

“So eager,” Quanxi groans. Jerkily, she forces your shirt up over your breasts, nipples pert from your arousal, and dips her head down to wrap her lips around one, tongue swirling.

“Quanxi, I—” she pops away, gasping, hips still gyrating and pelvis grinding into yours with such a desperate fervour; she suddenly swivels herself and takes hold of your leg from under her knee, bringing it upwards. “Quanxi—”

“Go on, then,” Quanxi pants. Both mouths dripping, she takes her tongue and drags it up your calf. “Come for me, my little time-traveler.”

You choke on your breath, and your hands seize for Quanxi to hold her in position while you suddenly flip her around, grinding down on her, instead. Teeth gritted, Quanxi pulls and tugs at the sheets, moaning with the sweet relief of her own orgasm, and you tremble, crying out soft and low from the washing over of — finally, finally — your own pleasure.

Spent, you huff at the one-eyed woman when you lower herself down fully onto her pelvis. “Don’t… call me that ever again.”

Quanxi’s laugh is one of disbelief, and has you reddening above her.

“I was supposed to have an early night… I can always sleep on the plane.”

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four2andnew · 2 years ago

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Canon Couples and the Random Heights I Assigned Them

Just because I recently re-read this post and it's on my mind. Here's what I think these canon couples' final heights came to be and some justifications behind my thought process, as well as some headcanons. Let's start with my OTP -

Harry (6'1") and Ginny (5'0")

I'm kinda obsessed with the idea that 17yo Harry being the same height as his 21yo deceased father would grow just a couple more inches

Ginny being 5ft fits with her being the noticeably "smallest one" in the DoM during OOTP and with Harry being able to easily look over her head during the infamous First Kiss scene in HBP, putting her head at chest height of Harry (as of HBP)

Ginny is the only one who knows about Harry's petty satisfaction when he ran into Draco Malfoy some years after the war and realized he had continued to grow and Malfoy hadn't

James (5'11") and Lily (5'8")

Because they're both tall enough to be considered "tall", but not the kind of tall that is shocking

Lily being 5'8" makes her tall enough to have to look down at 14yo Harry in the graveyard scene of GOF

Ron (6'5") and Hermione (5'8")

In order for Fred and George to be "shorter and stockier" than 14yo Ron, but still slightly over 6ft so as to shrink to 5'11" in DH, I have to assume Ron's final height came to be one that most people would put in the "Holy shit you're tall" category

I know I'm going to get shouted at for Hermione's height, because she's never described as particularly tall in the books HOWEVER she's never described as particularly short either, just shorter than Harry

This 9 inch height difference give Ron & Hermione the perfect height difference for Ron to comfortably rest his chin on her head without having to hunch over awkwardly like Harry does with Ginny, so I'm sticking to it

Arthur (5'11") and Molly (4'11")

I know the movies made Arthur short and round, but he was described as thin in the books and all the Weasley boys wind up being pretty tall, so they had to get that from somewhere.

Molly is consistently described as short and dumpy throughout the series, and while Ginny is often compared to Molly physically, I just like the idea that Ginny managed to grow that extra inch that Molly never did.

Draco (6'0") and Astoria (5'11")

we know in DH Draco was slightly taller than Harry at the Malfoy Manor scene (p.457, U.S. edition of DH), so if we assume the like linked post above that Harry was 5'11" during DH, then I'd put Draco at 6 foot.

we literally know nothing about Astoria (CC doesn't count), but I picked 5'11" because it is the curse of all tall women to wind up with men roughly the same height

Lucius (5'10") and Narcissa (5'10")

we know Harry and Narcissa are the same height in HBP, so I put her at 5'10"

correct me if I'm wrong, but Lucius is never described as particularly tall, while Narcissa is. And of course, tall for a woman is average for a man. I put Lucius to be around around the same height as Narcissa because I just don't see Lucius' personality allowing him to be with a woman taller than himself.

also, see the curse of tall women above

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mrstellmeafuckingsecret · 5 months ago

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How do you see the marauders characters? Like a short description of looks? Eg; race, height, hair type, unique facial features, anything rly

oo omg. i wanted to do one of these for so long bc i saw it umm long post ahead !! this is only marauders + lily bc it was long 😓

james - either pakistani or half pakistani, half english, dark skinned, 6'0-6'1-ish, dark brown/black curly hair (falls straighter as he grows older). thin face, noticeable jaw, stubble, straight nose, arched eyebrows. acne scars !!!!!! thick lashes i think would be one of his defining points, like full lips and his deep voice gg. he's so hot, god.

sirius - very pale, very tall. 6'4, english, black curly hair. it grows out through his hogwarts years and by the time he's sixteen it reaches his mid-back when straight (wet), but that's when he runs away and buzzes it. he's bottle blonde for a while my king 😌🩷. i think there's so much that's eye catching about him - very eerily light grey eyes, glass skin, cupids bow, defined collarbones, his height, piercings, posture, accent, aristocratic superiority. he has a lithe figure, i don't imagine him to be as muscle-y as james, but he's fit and has good core strength. long finger nails, he got into habit of painting them as a teenager but always chipped them doing garage work. soft skin except of his hands because, again, garage work. i love him smm ack. oh also he has one dimple on his left cheek, it's the only thing that isn't symmetrical and it pisses him awf.

remus - yellowish skin, brunette, 5'9-ish, big eyes and thin lips. acne acne acne, big hands and feet, big, crooked nose, crooked teeth, thin brows, loose skin, stretch marks. his most recognizable feature is, of course, his scars - on his face, neck, chest. i like to occasionally imagine him as half blind because umm yes, but not always (it's hard to write). he also has a limp but it's okay bc he has hips for daysss !!

peter - so hot. strong features, button nose, heart shaped lips, acne, blonde. 5'4-ish, blonde curls, thin blue eyes, physically strong, light tan, frown lines. stocky, he's built well w a layer of fat over it. usually clean shaven but he tried (and failed) to rock a mustache. his most recognizable is the fact that he has prehistoric face i fear, and after living as a rat for so long it's how his face is disfigured bc... well, he lived as a rat for so long.

lily - 5'6, dark red hair, freckles, green eyes. face card is lethal, body is so tea. she had a well maintained hourglass, which turned less soft and more muscle-y, and then after having harry she never really lost the weight (it wasn't a priority, anyway) because she #died. pimples, long nails, her most recognizable feature is her eyes, of course. she also loves lip glosses so she's always wearing that !! her hair is slightly wavy and she loves having it blowdried, it was long in her childhood and she cut it to her ears in third year, and only started growing it out after hogwarts.

#these questions r so fun btw ack #dead gay wizards from the 70s #moth's asks #mauraders #the marauders #marauders era #marauders #the marauders era #hp marauders #moth's own #sirius black #lily evans #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #mwpp #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs

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lindsaynathi0n · 1 year ago

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DANCING QUEEN |ONE-SHOT|

Drew Starkey x Reader

{OPEN COMMAND}

synopsis: Y/N has always managed to scare the men who tried to seduce her, but Drew is determined to be the first to fail to scare

[english is not my native language .❗️❗️]

tw: smut, felation, sex, penetration, raw language, abuse, unprotected sex, vaginal sex.

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"You really had to do this?" asks Camilla, your best friend. "I told you I didn’t want to come, he was sticky, and besides, when he talked to me, he looked at my boobs. He’s a big jerk." You say while lighting a cigarette.

"You threw your glass in her face and threatened to cut off her balls!" she said, shocked at your behavior last week.

"You’re not fucking kidding," said your best friend, Trevor. Half choking so much he’s laughing.

"Seriously, aren’t you tired of being alone?" Camilla asks.

You drink your drink, knowing already what kind of speech you will have the right.

"You go home by yourself, no one gives you a gift-" That’s not true, Trevor does!" You laugh and Trevor throws you that means "not now" with his disapproving head movement.

"Seriously Y/N when is the last time you have sex?" you blush instantly and sigh.

you drink your shot and get up. " For starters, I haven’t had sex in six months" Shit, you thought it was less serious in your head.

"I’ve decided, do you really think an asshole could have this?" you show your body as a trophy." And then I’m not determined to be in a relationship with someone who wouldn’t be able to help me when I need it."

Your ex was a first-class asshole, he put you through hell. He stole your money a hundred times, let his friends insult you with all the names and if you retaliate it was like you insulted his mother personally, and he didn’t care what you wanted, he took it without your consent 99% of the time

And when you weren’t his docile bitch he didn’t hesitate to hit you or threaten you.

You left him eight months ago now, threatened to press charges if he didn’t leave you. Luckily your threats scared him and left you.

You chase away bad thoughts and you take a tone that wants to be funny " and then anyway, the only people I want in my bed, are old rich grandpa who are easily manipulated who will give me their money when they die." You smile cheerfully before heading to the bar.

You come to the bar and you order from the bartender, Calvin, three shots of tequila.

You turn your head when you see three guys talking together, two blondes and a brown guy. The three of them are chatting, you detail them one by one and one particular catches your attention.

He’s tall, thin with shaved hair. His arms are big and veiny. You watch his abs fit perfectly to his white tank top.

"Hey, honey, you got a little name?" asks a heavy guy who just arrived.

You wave your hands to say you are “mute” and he nods and apologizes.

He orders and Calvin gives you your three shots. "Thank you my favorite bartender!" you say drinking one of the three. The three men laugh and try to hide their laughter when he sees the head of the heavy guy.

"You’re not mute Then I can know your pretty name," said the stranger. Calvin looks at you like Trevor, his boyfriend. A disapproving head movement.

You smile at Calvin and then your face gets bored when you look at the unknown again. "Calvin, can you pass me the meter?" You ask not to let go of the man’s gaze.

He gives it to you and you start taking it out until 6,1 He looks intrigued by what you show him.

"My ex was 6.1, if you do more than him I’ll let you buy me a drink!" you say cheerful.

He stands next to the meter, For his greatest happiness it is more than 6'1, your face becomes jaded.

"So you want a shot?" he asks, smiling with all his teeth.

Well, you only have one more option.

"Yes, but first, my name is Y/N and I have three cats: Kitty, Daphne and Omar, I am Cancer but I do not go out with the: belier, capricorn, Pisces and Taurus." You say without leaving time to understand. He opens his mouth as you speak.

"I want to get married in... 1 year and have four children, so what? You miss me having a drink!" you say happy grabbing his arm.

he abruptly takes off his arm and leaves without turning. You turn to Calvin and he sighs. I do not understand why you reject all the men who approach you " he says exasperated.

"I didn’t reject him, he left all alone!" you say defending yourself, one of the three men of earlier laughs, the blond, Mister big arm.

Calvin looks at him with fascination, as if he were in front of a super star.

You leave laughing at yourself.

You were Camilla sitting in your seats when your flagship music started.

Dancing Queen, you got up and took it with you to the dance floor.

You dance with her, you do the choreography she and you invented when you meet the blond eyes of earlier.

You stop each of your movements and Camilla looks at you strangely. she turns her head or you look. And her eyes turn into admiration.

Ok this guy is beautiful, but from there to admire him like a god. It’s weird.

"Oh fuck Y/N! Drew Starkey is here and he’s looking at you!"

"WHO THE FUCK IS DREW STARKEY ??"

You’d like to yell at her instead you nod, Drew is so well-built that your eyes can’t help but look at his body instead of his eyes.

She takes your hand and trotts in her direction. Your eyebrows instantly frown and you curse her because even before you try to run away you are already in front of the three men.

"Hi!" she begins, you raise your eyes to heaven. " I’m Camilla and she’s my best friend Y/N I just wanted to know if I could take a picture with you, I’m a big fan of outer banks!"

"Yes, of course!" Camilla smiles and approaches them, she stands between them and looks at you." Y/N? " she says firmly.

You turn the head to look innocently. "Yes?" you say "The picture? please.".

You take your phone and position it correctly. You notice that Drew is not looking at the lens but in your direction. Eh Mister big arms could you look at the lens, please?" You lean your head to the side.

You open your eyes wide when you realize what you just said. In front of your reaction he laughs, as if you were just both.

You come to your senses and take the picture for Camilla. Once finished you tell her and she insists that you take one with them. You refuse several times by saying that you had not seen the show but she pushes you towards them by saying that one that you would have seen the show you will be happy to have a photo with these actors.

She forces you to put yourself right for the photo, the blond on your left, the brown on your right and Drew behind you. Oh my god, you can feel his breath on your ear.

When the picture is taken, you run to the toilet, too embarrassed to stay longer.

You walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror, Fuck, you’re red like a tomato. You don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol you drank or the fact that Drew triggered something in you that no one had ever done.

You try to calm down when the door opens. You turn your head and has your greatest regret or happiness- you do not know what you want- Drew is there smiling when you turn away the look too embarrassed.

"Is there a problem?" You ask when you put on your femme fatale mask.

"No, should be?" He sees clearly in your game and has you way of acting, he tries to destabilize you and god only knows that he can do it.

You don’t answer his question and look at the mirror in front of you, it puts your hair back in place when you see its reflection move to get on the door right behind you.

"If you try to flirt with me your way sucks." You say barely audible.

" I don’t need to flirt with you because I meet all your criteria.". Shit. He heard you.

You turn and frown, he continues:

"I am 6'3, I love animals, I am scorpion. Marriage is an event that can happen quickly in a relationship if you are sure you want to and I want children but I can negotiate for three." He says he’s sure.

You smile sincerely before bursting into a sweet laugh.

Drew’s heart tightens, was he falling in love with a girl he had just met? probably yes, but love at first sight exists no? If you thought about it, why not.

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You spent the whole night laughing with Drew leaving her co-stars with your best friend, who was happy you were having fun with someone other than her or Trevor.

When he offered to take you home you wanted to refuse but, without really knowing why, you did not hesitate and accepted on the spot.

When you got to your apartment door, you felt the atmosphere was palpable. Your desire to throw itself on him was immense and the desire that he undressed you invaded his mind.

So when you threw yourself on his lips he answered your kiss by dipping his tongue in your mouth you went back into your apartment glued to his lips, he closed the door with his foot.

He grabbed you from the back of the thighs with his big hands and carried you. He threw you on the couch and stood on top of you. while continuing to kiss you.

You started to undo his belt when he simply tore your t-shirt causing him a painful erection, which could only be cured by you.

He began to wrap your breast with his lips, you moaned while he was not even in you.

You managed to take off his jeans and touch him through his boxer causing him a growl.

You put your hands on his chest and pushed his away calmly, causing his to misunderstand you.

You went into your bathroom and took a rubber band and made yourself a ponytail and knelt right in front of him. you lowered his boxer and he dropped his head back when you put your mouth on its length. kissing her before taking her whole in your mouth

you started to go and come with your head when he looked down at you, trying to maintain eye contact. He likes it.

When you felt his dick shaking in your mouth he took you away, despite the fact that you were soaked, you wanted to feel it in you.

He grabbed you by the arms to position you just above him. he approached your ear and said:

"I want to come into this little pussy that I’ve been thinking about since I saw its owner."

You blush in front of his words and he starts to take off your cyclist. your panties are completely wet and he knows it.

When he sees your little red panties he gets even harder. He takes it off and without even warning you he pushes his cock inside your folds deeply. causing a sharp moan from you.

He maintained eye contact with you throughout his deep, frantic thrusts. Every time you closed your eyes or looked away, he grabbed your jaw and said, "You wanted to play, so let’s play."

your nails dig on the bare skin of his abs, and his hands grab your hips as he kisses your breasts always holding your eyes in his.

you feel your orgasm coming when your moans get stronger and you move faster on him. he accelerates his thrusts." Come on, come on my dick I’ve been waiting for this from the beginning" you squirt on his dick and it comes, pulling long lines of sperms into you.

You take yourself away from him, legs trembling, chest and neck full of hickeys. You sit next to him, grabbing his arm and positioning your head on it. He turns the head to see how much you have been subjected to him. He smiles when he notices your little body trying to resume normal breathing without him realizing it.

"My room is down the hall on the right." You just say, he gets up his hands on your back and behind your thighs and lifts you up.

Once in the Chamber he puts you on the bed then settles next to you, he pulls you towards him and puts one of his legs on your thigh and you fall asleep against the other.

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The next day when you open your eyes you see him lying next to you, you have not changed position and in addition you managed to sleep all night while usually you wake up in the middle. You don’t know but in any case you would like this moment to last forever.

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aizenette · 1 year ago

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𝒜𝒾𝓏𝑒𝓃 𝓍 𝒯𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶 - 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝒜𝒰 - 𝒮𝓂𝓊𝓉 - 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 𝙎𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝘼𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩. 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣.

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚!𝘼𝙐. 𝙑𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙎𝙚𝙭, 𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙎𝙚𝙭, 𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙎𝙚𝙭, 𝙏𝙞𝙩-𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚-𝙎𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙈𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢𝙨, 𝘿𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙝 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙞𝙘 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧.

Sōsuke Aizen sat at his desk in his cramped college dorm room, poring over his notes. His caramel hair fell over his forehead, and he absentmindedly pushed it back, his sharp brown eyes scanning the page.

The soft glow of his desk lamp cast a warm light over his slightly tanned skin, a stark contrast to his natural porcelain shade. Despite his imposing height of 6'1" and his muscular frame, he was often overlooked, blending into the background as the quiet, introverted nerd.

The door to his room swung open with a loud creak, and in walked Tanisha Chōdhori, her voluminous jet-black hair with streaks of sapphire blue bounced with each step. Her almond-shaped onyx eyes gleamed with mischief, and her curtain bangs framed her delicate face perfectly. She sauntered over to Aizen, her presence immediately filling the room. "Hey, Aizen. Still buried in your books?" she teased, her voice dripping with condescension.

Aizen sighed inwardly. Tanisha had always been a thorn in his side, constantly teasing and taunting him. He had tried to ignore her, to remain calm and collected, but tonight, something snapped within him. He had reached his breaking point. "Tanisha, I have a lot of work to do. Can you just leave me alone?" he said, his voice steady but edged with irritation.

Tanisha laughed, a high, mocking sound that grated on his nerves. "Oh, come on, Aizen. Don't be such a bore. Live a little."

Aizen clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin. "I said, leave me alone."

But Tanisha ignored his warning, continuing to prattle on about how dull he was. The irritation bubbling inside Aizen finally boiled over. Without another word, he stood up, towering over her. In one swift motion, he grabbed her arm and bent her over his study desk.

"What are you—?" Tanisha's protest was cut short as Aizen's hand pressed firmly against her back, pinning her in place. Her heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. Aizen's breath was heavy, his control slipping. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You think you can just walk in here and mess with me? You have no idea what I'm capable of."

With that, he yanked her skirt up and slid her panties down, his fingers grazing her soft skin. Tanisha's breath hitched, her body reacting to his touch despite her initial resistance.

"Aizen, please..." she whispered, her voice trembling. But Aizen was beyond listening. He unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. The sight of it made Tanisha gasp, her eyes widening. She had never imagined that the shy, nerdy Aizen could possess such a powerful presence, let alone be this well-endowed.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing her folds. "Is this what you wanted, Tanisha? To be shut up? To be put in your place?" he growled, his voice low and commanding.

Tanisha moaned, the sound escaping her lips before she could stop it. "Yes, Aizen. Please..."

Aizen's grip tightened on her hips as he thrust into her, filling her completely. Tanisha cried out, her body arching against the desk. He set a relentless pace, each powerful thrust eliciting moans and gasps from her.

"You're so tight," Aizen muttered, his voice strained with effort. "I can feel every inch of you."Tanisha's hands clawed at the desk, her knuckles turning white. "Oh, Aizen... You're so big... I can't—"

Aizen's hand moved from her hip to her hair, pulling her head back so he could whisper in her ear. "You like that, don't you? Being pounded by the nerd you always teased."

Tanisha's response was a guttural moan, her body trembling with pleasure. "Yes, Aizen! Yes! Don't stop!"

Aizen's thrusts grew harder, more forceful, his cock driving deeper into her with each movement. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her arousal evident. "You're such a brat, Tanisha. Always so annoying. But look at you now, moaning like a slut for me."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of humiliation and desire flooding her senses. "Aizen... please... I'm so close..." But Aizen wasn't ready to let her finish. He slowed his pace, his cock moving agonizingly slow inside her. "Not yet. You're going to wait. You're going to beg for it."

Tanisha whimpered, her body aching for release. "Please, Aizen... I need it... I need you..."Aizen's grip on her hair tightened, his other hand snaking around to her clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles. "Beg for it, Tanisha. Beg for your release."

Her voice was hoarse, her body trembling with need. "Please, Aizen! Please let me come! I can't take it anymore!"

Aizen's eyes darkened with satisfaction. "That's more like it." He resumed his brutal pace, his cock slamming into her with renewed vigor. The pressure built inside Tanisha, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

"Aizen! Oh, God! Aizen!" she screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure. Aizen groaned, his own release imminent. With a few more powerful thrusts, he spilled inside her, his hot seed filling her to the brim.

He collapsed over her, both of them panting, their bodies spent. For a moment, the room was silent except for their heavy breathing. Aizen slowly pulled out of her, his cock softening.

He helped her straighten up, their eyes meeting. There was a new understanding between them, a shift in their dynamic.

Tanisha's cheeks were flushed, her eyes still glazed with pleasure. "Aizen... I never knew..." Aizen adjusted his glasses, a small smile playing on his lips. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Tanisha."

As she gathered her things and left his room, Aizen sat back down at his desk, a sense of satisfaction settling over him. He had finally shown Tanisha who he really was, and in the process, discovered a side of himself he never knew existed. And as for Tanisha, she would never look at Aizen the same way again.

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The days that followed their intense encounter were a whirlwind of confusion and heightened emotions for Tanisha Chōdhori.

She couldn't shake the memory of that night, the way Aizen had dominated her, and the electric thrill that coursed through her body. Now, every time she thought about him, her heart raced and her cheeks flushed.

It was unbearable and thrilling all at once.She had started avoiding him, taking the long route to her dorm just to prevent another confrontation. The mere thought of facing him, of seeing those sharp brown eyes behind his glasses, made her weak in the knees.

She didn't trust herself around him. Aizen, on the other hand, found himself oddly amused and intrigued by the sudden shift in Tanisha's behavior. Gone was the confident, teasing girl who loved to torment him. In her place was a shy, nervous young woman who seemed almost afraid of him. He couldn't deny the satisfaction he felt in knowing that he had that effect on her.

It was late one evening when he finally decided to confront her. He waited in a secluded corner, knowing she'd pass by on her way to her dorm. When he saw her approaching, he stepped out, blocking her path. "My, my," he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips.

Tanisha froze, her heart pounding in her chest. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she could feel the familiar throbbing between her legs.

"Aizen..."

"You've been avoiding me," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Why is that, Tanisha?"

She struggled to find her voice, her mind a jumble of embarrassment and desire. "I... I just..."Aizen stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You can't hide from me forever, you know."

Tanisha's breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Come with me," he whispered, his tone commanding. Despite her better judgment, she found herself following him back to his dorm room.

Once inside, the door closed with a soft click, sealing them in together. The air was thick with tension, and Tanisha's body ached with anticipation. Aizen turned to face her, his eyes dark with intent. "You remember what happened last time, don't you?"

She nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "Yes.""And you want it again, don't you?"Her voice was barely a whisper. "Yes."

Aizen's smirk widened as he stepped closer, his hand tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. "Good girl," he murmured. "Now, get on the bed."

Tanisha obeyed, her heart racing as she climbed onto his bed. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her core, her body aching for his touch.

Aizen watched her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and amusement. He joined her on the bed, positioning himself so that he was sitting against the headboard, his legs spread.

"Come here," he said, his voice a low growl.Tanisha crawled over to him, her eyes wide with anticipation. He reached out, guiding her to straddle his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. She could feel his hardness pressing against her through their clothes, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Take off your clothes," Aizen ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. With trembling hands, Tanisha began to undress, her eyes never leaving his. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly aroused.

Once she was naked, she watched as Aizen shed his clothes, revealing his toned, muscular body. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him."You're beautiful," Aizen murmured, his eyes raking over her body. "Now, come here."

He pulled her closer, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her onto his cock. Aizen groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. "Ride me, Tanisha."

She hovered above him, her breath quick and shallow, eyes locked onto his thick, veiny cock. The sight of it made her pulse quicken—long, intimidating, with a red tip that made it look almost scary. Aizen’s cock was a masterpiece of masculine potency. Thick veins ran along its impressive length, each pulse visible under the taut skin. The girth was intimidating, the shaft leading up to a swollen, angry red tip that gleamed in the dim light. It was the embodiment of raw, primal power, and it sent a thrill of both fear and desire through Tanisha.

“Are you scared?” Aizen’s voice was rough, taunting. His eyes bore into hers, a smirk playing on his lips. “Scared of how my cock’s going to stretch you?”

Tanisha’s breath hitched. She hesitated, her pussy hovering just above the intimidating length. She could feel its heat, its promise of both pleasure and pain. “I… I’m just… it’s so…”

“Big?” Aizen finished for her, his voice a low growl. He tightened his grip on her hips, guiding her closer. “Thick? Intimidating?”

She nodded, her throat dry. “Yes. All of that.” Aizen chuckled darkly, his hands squeezing her hips reassuringly. “You can take it. I know you can. You were made for this. For me.”

With a shuddering breath, Tanisha guided his cock to her entrance. The head pressed against her folds, the width stretching her open slowly. She whimpered as she sank down, feeling the thick, veiny shaft inch its way inside her. “Oh, God, Aizen… it’s… so big…”

Aizen’s smirk widened. “You feel that, don’t you? How thick my cock is, stretching your tight little pussy?”

Tanisha’s hands clutched at his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she continued to lower herself. Every inch felt like a challenge, her pussy puckering around the thickness, clenching tightly. “It hurts… but it feels so good…”

“That’s it,” Aizen murmured, his voice rough with lust. “Take it all. Every inch. I want to feel you wrapped around me.” With a final push, Tanisha sank fully onto his cock, crying out as he filled her completely. Her pussy clenched around him, adjusting to the girth, the sensation both painful and incredibly pleasurable. She panted, her body trembling with the effort.

Aizen’s hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples. “Good girl. You’re so tight. I can feel every little twitch. Now, ride me.”

Tanisha started to move, her hips lifting and sinking down again, the thick cock stretching her with every thrust. Her moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies coming together. “Aizen… it’s so deep…”

“Damn right it is,” Aizen growled, his hands guiding her movements. “My cock’s buried so deep inside you. You love it, don’t you? Love how it feels, stretching you, filling you up.”

Tanisha whimpered, her movements growing more vigorous. The pleasure built within her, the friction of his thick, veiny cock driving her wild. “Yes… I love it… love your cock…”

Aizen’s eyes darkened with lust as he thrust up into her, meeting her movements with equal fervor. “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you? Look at you, riding me like a whore.”

His degrading words sent a shiver down her spine, heightening her arousal. “Yes… I’m your slut… your whore… just for you…”

“Damn right you are,” Aizen grunted, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing and spanking her lightly. “You take this cock like you were made for it.”

Tanisha’s body arched, her back curving as she rode him harder. The thickness of his cock filled her completely, the veins rubbing against her sensitive walls, driving her closer to the edge. “Aizen… oh, God… Aizen…”

“Look at you,” he taunted, his voice rough. “Whimpering like a little bitch. Does my cock hurt? Is it too big for your tight little pussy?”

“It hurts… but it feels so good…” Tanisha panted, her body trembling with need. “Don’t stop… please, don’t stop…”

Aizen’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he thrust harder, his cock plunging in and out of her eager pussy. “I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name, until you come all over my cock.”

The sensation of his thick, veiny length filling her, stretching her, was almost too much to bear. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, the friction building to an unbearable intensity. “Aizen… I’m so close…”

“Not yet,” he growled, his hands guiding her hips faster. “I want to hear you beg for it.” Tanisha’s body ached with need, her moans growing louder. “Please, Aizen! Please let me come! I can’t take it anymore!”

Aizen’s smirk widened as he thrust up into her, meeting her movements with equal fervor. “You’re going to come when I say so. Not a moment before.”

Tanisha’s movements grew more frantic, her body desperate for release. The pleasure built within her, a tight coil ready to snap. “Please, Aizen… I need it… I need to come…”

His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements with rough precision. “Beg for it. Beg for your release, slut.”

“Please, Aizen! Please let me come! I need it so bad!” Tanisha cried, her voice breaking with desperation.

Aizen’s eyes blazed with lust as he thrust harder, his cock plunging deep inside her. “Come for me, Tanisha. Scream my name.”

Her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed his name. “Aizen! Oh, God! Aizen!”

Aizen groaned, his own release following moments later as he spilled inside her, his hot seed filling her to the brim. He collapsed back against the pillows, pulling Tanisha down with him, their bodies still connected.

Aizen’s eyes were half-closed, his body still tingling from their recent lovemaking. Tanisha’s fingers moved down his chest, trailing over his toned abs, coming to rest around his semi-hard cock. Aizen groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open to meet her gaze.

“Still not satisfied, are you?”

Tanisha smirked, her grip tightening around his thick, veiny shaft. “Not even close,” she whispered, her voice filled with hunger. She began to stroke him, feeling him harden under her touch. The swollen, red tip throbbed with every beat of his heart.

Aizen’s breath hitched as she continued to stroke him, her fingers moving with a firm, deliberate rhythm. “You’re going to drive me insane,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire.

“That’s the plan,” Tanisha replied, her eyes gleaming with lust. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste him. The salty flavor of his precum coated her tongue, and she moaned softly, her lips wrapping around his thick head.

Aizen’s hips bucked involuntarily, his hands tangling in her hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. “God, Tanisha… you’re so good at this…”

Her response was a low hum, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his girth. The thick, veiny shaft stretched her mouth wide, and she gagged slightly as his head hit the back of her throat.

Determined, she pushed further, her nose burying in his pubic hair. “Fuck…” Aizen groaned, his grip tightening on her hair. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”

Tanisha’s eyes watered, her throat convulsing around him as she fought the urge to gag. She pulled back slightly, only to plunge down again, her lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild.

His balls slapped against her chin, heavy and full, and she could feel his cock twitching in her mouth, a sure sign that he was close. “Tanisha…” Aizen’s voice was strained, his hips thrusting up to meet her mouth. “I’m going to… I’m going to come…”

She increased her pace, her hand stroking the base of his cock while her mouth worked the rest. His hips bucked wildly, his moans filling the room as he reached his climax. With a guttural groan, he came, hot ropes of cum shooting down her throat.

Tanisha swallowed eagerly, her eyes closing in bliss as she milked him for every drop. “God, Tanisha…” Aizen panted, his body trembling with the force of his release. “You’re amazing…” She pulled back, licking her lips as she looked up at him with a mischievous smile.

“Not done yet,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire. Aizen’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched her move up his body, her breasts brushing against his skin. “What do you have in mind?” Tanisha’s smile widened as she positioned herself above him, her tits framing his still-hard cock.

“I want to see you come again,” she whispered, pressing her breasts together around his shaft. Aizen groaned at the sight, his cock twitching in her cleavage. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, his hands moving to help her, squeezing her breasts around his cock.

She began to move, her tits sliding up and down his length, the slickness from her saliva and his cum making the motion smooth and easy.

Aizen’s head fell back against the pillow, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the sensation. “Fuck, Tanisha… that feels incredible…”

She watched his face, her own arousal building as she worked him with her breasts. His cock was a thick column of flesh, the veins standing out in stark relief. The red tip poked out from between her tits with each thrust, slick with their combined fluids.

“You like that, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “You like fucking my tits?” Aizen’s response was a deep, guttural groan. “God, yes… I love it…”

She increased her pace, her movements growing more vigorous as she squeezed her breasts tighter around his cock. “I want you to come for me,” she said, her voice breathless with desire. “I want to see you explode all over me.”

Aizen’s hands tightened on her breasts, his hips thrusting up to meet her movements. “You’re such a dirty girl, Tanisha… so fucking dirty…”

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction at his words. “Only for you, Aizen… only for you…” The pleasure built within him, a tight coil ready to snap. His moans grew louder, his thrusts more frantic as he neared his climax. “I’m going to come… I’m going to come all over you…”

Tanisha’s breath hitched, her own arousal peaking at his words. “Do it… come for me… I want to see it…”

With a final, powerful thrust, Aizen came, his cock twitching violently between her breasts. Hot ropes of cum spurted out, covering her chest and neck in a sticky, white mess. Tanisha moaned softly, her fingers teasing his sensitive tip, milking him for every drop.

“Fuck…” Aizen groaned, his body going limp as he collapsed back against the pillows. “You’re going to kill me…”

Tanisha chuckled, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest. “But what a way to go, right?”

Aizen opened his eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Right.”

In the afterglow of their intense lovemaking, Tanisha lay sprawled across Aizen's chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his skin. But a gnawing insecurity crept into her mind, making her shift uncomfortably. She had forgotten to wax, and her pubic hair had grown back, wild and untamed.

Aizen, ever perceptive, noticed her unease. His fingers trailed down her spine, coming to rest on her hips. "What's wrong?" he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.

Tanisha hesitated, biting her lip. "It's just... I forgot to wax," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want you to see me like this."

Aizen chuckled, his hand moving to cup her cheek, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Is that all?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Her heart pounded as she slowly spread her legs, revealing her black, fluffy pubic hair with blue streaks, mirroring the color of her hair. She felt a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck, but Aizen's reaction was anything but disgusted.

"Interesting," he mused, his fingers gently brushing through the soft hair. "It suits you." Tanisha's breath hitched as he leaned down, his eyes locked on her mound. "You don't mind?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Aizen's lips curved into a smirk. "Not at all. In fact, I think it's sexy." He continued to rub her pussy, his fingers teasing her folds as he inspected her pubic hair with a curious fascination. "I've never seen anything like it."

She moaned softly, her body reacting to his touch despite her initial discomfort. "Really?"

"Really," he confirmed, his voice low and husky. He kissed her mound, his lips brushing against the soft hair. "You're beautiful, Tanisha. All of you."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, her insecurities melting away under his gentle touch. Aizen's fingers moved with expert precision, parting her folds as he kissed her pubic hair, his tongue darting out to taste her."Aizen..." she gasped, her body arching towards him. "What are you doing?"

His eyes met hers, filled with a feral hunger. "Making you feel good," he replied simply, his lips wrapping around her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and surprise. Tanisha moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets as he sucked on her clit, his tongue lapping at her with an eager intensity.

Aizen's luscious lips moved skillfully, alternating between kissing her mound and sucking on her pubic hair. "You taste incredible," he murmured between licks, his voice vibrating against her sensitive skin.

Her body trembled with pleasure, her moans growing louder with each passing second. "Aizen... oh, God... don't stop..."

His response was a deep growl, his fingers spreading her folds wider as he delved deeper, his tongue exploring every inch of her. Tanisha's body writhed beneath him, the sensation of his lips and tongue driving her wild.

The pleasure built within her, a tight coil ready to snap. She could feel her juices starting to flow, the pressure building to an unbearable intensity. "Aizen... I think I'm going to..."

Aizen's eyes gleamed with anticipation, his tongue flicking her clit with rapid precision. "Come for me, Tanisha," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to taste you."

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed his name. "Aizen! Oh, ohhh! Aizen!"

The first gush of her juices sprayed against his face, but he didn't falter. Instead, he lapped at her eagerly, trying to catch every drop. The sensation of her squirting drove him wild, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he continued to lick and suck.

"Fuck, Tanisha..." he groaned, his voice muffled against her pussy. "You taste so fucking good..." Her body shook with the force of her orgasm, the pleasure seeming endless. She couldn't stop squirting, her juices showering Aizen's face and body.

He reveled in it, his tongue lapping at her clit with renewed vigor. "Aizen... I can't stop..." she gasped, her voice trembling with both pleasure and embarrassment.

"Don't stop," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "I want it all. Every drop."

The intensity of his desire sent another wave of pleasure through her, her body arching against him. "Aizen... oh, God... Aizen..."

He continued to feast on her, his tongue and lips moving with relentless precision. Her juices flowed freely, covering his face and dripping down his body. The sight of him, his face glistening with her arousal, drove her wild.

"You look so fucking sexy," she gasped, her hands tangling in his hair. "Covered in my juices... it's driving me crazy..."

Aizen smirked, his lips never leaving her clit. "Good," he murmured against her skin. "Because I'm not done yet."

He sucked harder on her clit, his tongue flicking with rapid precision. Tanisha's body convulsed with another orgasm, her juices squirting out in a powerful stream. Aizen moaned, his hands gripping her hips as he drank her in.

"Fuck, Tanisha..." he groaned, his voice filled with awe. "You're amazing..." She shivered, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Aizen... I can't believe you... did that..."

He finally lifted his head, his face glistening with her juices. "Believe it," he replied, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Because I plan to do more to you."

The heat of their passion filled the small room, making the air thick and electric. Tanisha perched herself over Aizen's face, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Aizen," she whispered, her voice breathy with desire. "Are you ready?"

Aizen smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Always ready for you, Tanisha," he growled, his hands gripping her hips firmly. "Come here."

With a shiver of excitement, Tanisha lowered herself onto his face, her pussy pressing against his nose. Aizen inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal filling his senses and driving him wild.

His hands roamed her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh as he encouraged her movements.

"Fuck, you smell so good," he muttered against her folds, his breath hot and heavy. "Ride my nose, baby. I want to feel you come all over me."

Tanisha moaned loudly, her hips beginning to move. The sensation of his nose rubbing against her clit sent jolts of pleasure through her body. "Oh, God, Aizen... that feels amazing..."

He groaned in response, his nose pressing deeper into her pussy as she rode him. The combination of her wetness and his eager inhalations drove them both to the brink.

Tanisha's moans grew louder, her movements more frantic as she chased her release."Aizen... I'm going to come..." she gasped, her body trembling.

"Do it," he commanded, his voice muffled against her. "Come all over my face, Tanisha."

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she squirted all over his face. Aizen eagerly lapped at her juices, his tongue flicking out to catch every drop. "Fuck, yes..." he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips.Tanisha's body quaked with pleasure, her moans echoing through the room.

She shifted slightly, positioning herself over his mouth. "Suck on my pussy, Aizen," she whimpered, her voice raw with need.

Aizen wasted no time, his lips wrapping around her clit as he sucked eagerly. His tongue delved into her folds, tasting her sweetness as she rode his mouth. Tanisha's hands tangled in his hair, her body rocking with each thrust of his tongue.

"You're so good at this," she panted, her hips grinding against his face. "I can't get enough..."

Aizen's response was a deep, guttural moan, his hands gripping her thighs as he devoured her. The sensation of his mouth on her pussy, combined with the memory of their earlier encounters, drove her wild. She could feel another orgasm building, the pressure almost too much to bear.

"Aizen... oh, man... I'm going to come again..." she cried, her voice breaking. "Come for me," he growled against her, his lips never leaving her clit. "I want to taste you again." Her second orgasm tore through her, more intense than the first. She screamed his name, her body convulsing as she squirted once more. Aizen drank her in, his tongue and lips working with relentless precision.

Finally, spent and trembling, Tanisha climbed off him, her legs shaky. She settled onto all fours, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Aizen... I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Aizen sat up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Your wish is my command," he said, his voice low and rough. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table, spilling it generously over her ass cheeks. The sight of the oil glistening on her skin drove him wild, and he couldn't resist running his hands over her, spreading the lube and massaging her soft flesh.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands squeezing her ass. "I can't wait to fuck you."

Tanisha moaned softly, her body shivering with anticipation. "Do it, Aizen. Take me."

He positioned himself behind her, his cock hard and ready. "This is going to be intense," he warned, his voice thick with desire. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes," she replied, her voice firm. "I want you, Aizen. All of you."

With a groan of satisfaction, Aizen pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, slowly pushing inside. The tightness took his breath away, and he paused, giving her time to adjust.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he muttered, his hands gripping her hips. "This feels amazing."

Tanisha gasped at the sensation, the mix of pain and pleasure driving her wild. "Aizen... keep going..."

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first. The feeling of her tight, slick ass around his cock was almost too much to bear. "You're taking me so well," he groaned, his pace quickening. "You're incredible."

Her moans filled the room, her body rocking with each thrust. "Aizen... you're so deep... it feels so good..."

"Fuck, Tanisha," he growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "I love fucking your ass." Her response was a loud moan, her body quivering with pleasure. "Yes, Aizen... don't stop..."

His pace quickened, his cock plunging deeper into her with each thrust. "You're such a dirty girl," he muttered, his voice rough with lust. "You love being fucked like this, don't you?"

"Yes," she gasped, her body arching towards him. "I love it... I love your cock..."

Aizen's hands tightened on her hips, his thrusts becoming almost frantic. "I'm going to come," he groaned, his voice strained. "I'm going to fill you up."

"Do it," she cried, her voice breaking. "I want it... I want all of it..."

With a final, powerful thrust, Aizen came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. "Fuck, Tanisha..." he muttered, his body trembling with the force of his release.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of their pleasure. Aizen's cock softened inside her, but he didn't pull away, savoring the feeling of their bodies intertwined.

"God, Aizen..." Tanisha murmured, her voice filled with awe. "That was... incredible."

He chuckled, his fingers gently stroking her hair. "You were incredible," he replied softly. "You always are."

They lay there in comfortable silence, their bodies warm and sated. Tanisha's heart swelled with love and gratitude, and she knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would face them together.

Exhausted from their passionate encounter, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Aizen held Tanisha close, her head resting on his chest, their bodies entwined. The night passed peacefully, their breathing slow and synchronized.

But in the middle of the night, Aizen stirred, his body still sticky from their earlier activities. He blinked sleepily, the sensation of the drying fluids on his skin bringing a smug smile to his face. As he woke fully, he realized with a mix of exasperation and awe that Tanisha had woken up earlier and ridden him all over his body while he slept.

He could feel the stickiness on his chest, his arms, even his hair.

“Tanisha…” he murmured, shaking his head with a bemused smile. “You really went wild, didn’t you?”

Tanisha stirred in his arms, her eyes fluttering open. “Mmm, what?” she asked sleepily, her voice muffled against his chest.

Aizen chuckled softly, kissing the top of her head. “You woke up and rode me all over, didn’t you? Even my hair is sticky.”

She blushed, her eyes widening with embarrassment. “I… I couldn’t help it,” she admitted. “I woke up and you were just… there. I needed you.”

His smile softened, his fingers gently stroking her back. “I’m not complaining, baby. It’s just… wow. You really went for it.”

Tanisha’s blush deepened, but she couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “I guess I did,” she said shyly. “I’m sorry if I got a little carried away.”

Aizen laughed softly, his arms tightening around her. “Don’t be sorry. I loved every minute of it. You can ride me anytime, anywhere.”She giggled, her embarrassment fading.

“Even your hair?” she teased. He nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Even my hair. Hell, you can ride my head if it makes you happy.”

Tanisha’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “You’re unbelievable, Aizen.”

“And you’re insatiable,” he replied, kissing her gently. “But that’s one of the many things I love about you.”

They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the bond between them stronger than ever. Tanisha’s heart swelled with happiness and contentment, knowing that Aizen accepted her completely, wild impulses and all.

As they drifted back to sleep, Aizen held her close, his thoughts filled with the future they would share. No matter what challenges lay ahead, he knew they would face them together, their love unbreakable and unwavering.

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HYDRA'S BACKSTORY

this took forever to write, enjoy!

(Before the actual backstory, just some of my headcanon stuff to make things...make sense. Humans exist in the StEx world. Outside of work and factory built trains, humans and trains don't really interact much. Parent built trains come child sized, while trains built in factories usually look about late teens/early twenties. Prototypes can be built as either.

Trains are considerably larger than humans, the average height for an adult non-locomotive being 8'5. Engines are much taller on average. Freights tend to be bigger than coaches, but it largerly depends on the kind of car. A double decker passenger car is gonna be bigger than a flatcar, but a coal truck is gonna be bigger than a dining car. Blah blah blah enough about height.

Trainlets aren't built baby sized, usually being around the size of a five year old human kid when first powered on (if we ignore Juniper of course. Sorry baby, you are an enigma appearantly.) Trainlets grow of course, and they have to eat metal to do so. Thin sheet metal can be bought and manually cut up, or you can buy it precut to make it easier to eat. Once they reach full size, they don't have to eat it as much, but trains still need to eat metal once in a while for self-repair systems to work. Without it, they would be in the repair shed over a papercut.)

Hydra was built on September 20th, 2011 by a company called Alstom in Salzgitter, Germany. He's based off a DOT-113C120 tank car.

He was built specifically for hydrogen, and part of a test to see if cryogenic tankers could be built trainlet sized, up to that point they had only been built in factories due to their explosive nature. He was the sixth iteration, with five other failed prototypes before him. Prototypes are typically built a big bigger than most trainlets, or not built as trainlets at all because growth can skew data and mess with delicate parts.

The first big malfunction Hydra had was actually just growing. The researchers never really figured out why, they theorzied it was because he built a little larger than most trainlets and his programming wasn't updated properly before being powered on. But they started growing way too fast. Whether it was overlooked while he was built or simply forgotten, cryogenic tankers like Hydra are much larger compared to other trucks. Instead of growing at a slow, steady pace, they were growing in random bursts, stopping for a day or two, and rapidly growing again. And he was growing a lot. Based on growth patterns, Hydras body was trying to go from 6'1 to 8'9 in six months. you've had growing pains, imagine that times ten, for hours at a time. Also, you're hungry the whole time.

It messed with basically everything, namely their appetite. Starlight bless the other trains in charge of taking care of them, because he was unreasonably ravenous for a month old trainlet. Yes, he bit.

Researchers eventually got it under control, managing to fix their programming error within a month. But being rapidly stretched like that really messed up some of his more delicate components. Paired with his already messy blueprints, it's why they gets so many problems.

For the first few years in the lab, things were....pretty nice actually. Testing was never fun, but the researchers were nice and always gave him books and stuff after, so he started looking forward to it. They'd teach him about what they were fixing and what it did. By the time he was two, he had a pretty clear map of his own anatomy just from that.

Hydra spent most of their time with the researchers, but they did have a "mother." An electric engine named Blue, who was built by the same company. The researchers decided that he needed another actual train in his life to be around regularly...and they also didn't wanna deal with teaching him train stuff. Like how to skate properly. Hydra was probably too attached to Blue for his own good, but she was always nice to him.

When Hydra turned five (about ten physically and mentally, train age is weird because no baby stage.) A new researcher started working at the lab, Dr. Grove. He was not very nice to Hydra, seeing them as more of some scientific marvel than a kid. The other researchers weren't fond of him and his...methods, but management quickly realized that being less "nice" with the experiments (more invasive and destructive testing) got more results quicker, and they needed results. Dr. Grove quickly took over the project, and that's when things started getting bad. Most of the previous researchers were moved to different projects, and before he knew it, Hydra was basically surrounded by unfamiliar people who wanted to know everything about how their body worked, and what made it stop working specifically.

Hydra stopped looking forward to the testing. It was painful, and took hours, sometimes days. The scientists would purposefully make his tank blow just to see what conditions made them more likely to explode, see what extended periods of time with an empty tank did to his system, fatigue testing on his frame, etc. Hydra knows that it was necessary, and that they would have to do it one way or another, but the researchers really could have tried to make it more comfortable. Or at least waited until they were, yknow, older. The researchers barely called them by their name either. Half the time he was called either "603" or just "03."

Hydra started being treated less like a person. He started seeing Blue less and less because he started being scheduled for more and more tests. This quickly took a toll on them, and they started being a lot less energetic and outgoing, being really reclusive and absolutely freaking out if he got touched. If it wasn't those few visits with Blue, Hydra would have been a lot more scarred from the testing.

Six months before the lab closed down, when Hydra was seven (about 12 in human years) Blue was fired from her position. Dr. Grove said she was making Hydra "too emotional and too dependent."

This part Hydra doesn't know, but around this time, someone tipped off corporate about Dr. Grove's treatment of the prototypes. This person was Blue.

An investigation was launched, and not just Dr. Grove was fired, the entire lab was shut down. They had broken many regulations, some that Blue didn't even know about. The oversight of Hydras rapid growth, beginning testing too early, lack of mental care, just to name a few. The news had already gone public, and the parent company didn't want the association anymore. The prototypes the lab had built were either sent off to different labs, or if they were in good enough condition, sent to actual yards with periodic check ups to make sure they remain in working conditon.

Hydra was one of the trains deemed fit to go to an actual yard. Corporate had reached out to a yard looking for new freights, leading them to Momma, who cannot seem to stop adopting stray freights. She agreed to take him, and Hydra was set to be sent off to Wembley. The new yard was in a whole different country of course, and he barely spoke english at the time, so they were rightfully terrified. But at least they didn't have to be at the lab anymore.

After Hydra started living at the yard, he was almost immediately put in therapy for a while, which did help. But even to this day, some stuff from the lab has still stuck with them. One of the bigger things is he's absolutely petrified of needles, they haven't been able to get a shot without having a full blown panic attack in years.

Being anywhere around the back of their neck is total no-no as well. On the back of his neck, just below his hair, Hydra has an extra panel that contains a few ports connected to his main computers, and a button that will quite literally shut down all his systems if pressed. Effectively knocking him out cold until it's pressed again.

Most prototypes have it, and it's removed before they start working for obvious safety reasons. It exists because prototypes need a lot of work and repairs, why waste the money on anesthesia? But corporate was in such a rush to get the lab closed, it was basically forgotten, which means he still has it. Nobody but Momma is aware of it.

The lab was an absolute shitshow, but sometimes Hydra does miss it. He misses not having to worry about the cost of repairs, he misses the old researchers, but most of all he misses Blue. In recent years, they've tried finding her, but so far he's been unsuccessful. Maybe one day though.

#itsamatterofwhen #starlight express roleplay #starlight express rp #stex rp #stex roleplay

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