#than it is to supposedly protect them from knowing him and being close to him

[ljesaw]

it’s with depression that i fear i have to say, i think for a long time (too long really), zuko doesn’t reach out to his uncle during his retirement in ba sing se, not even for the much needed guidance he could use, because he considers it part of the exhaustive list of reparations the fire nation (and he himself) owes

[henrycangelbaby]

Thinking about John Price and his cute little assistant (reader) who ends up pregnant. 

A/N: Guys i was inspired while scrolling on the john price x reader tag, this legit came to me as a vision and now i have to write it (I plan on expanding on this idea so just stay with me!!!!)

Imagine being John Price's cute little assistant, just the sweetest little thing that John is kinda obsessed with. Like don't get me wrong she is amazing at her job, smart, put together and well organized and John does feel that her addition has been a positive one, taking some pressure off his shoulders and making sure his team is always prepared for whatever they are doing. She is very good at what she does, but that doesn’t stop John from admiring her. He knows he shouldn't be bit, he can't help it, she's young and sweet and a little bit innocent and he just wants to protect and love her all the time. 

In the beginning she was shy, only addressing him as sir and knocking on his door hesitantly whenever she needed to speak to him but gradually their boundaries became less and less. More often than not she works out of his office, whether he’s there or not, he insists on buying her an early lunch when she lets slip that she didn't have breakfast that morning. He has even picked her up from a night out once or twice, a little bit tipsy and calling the most trusted person she can think of that just happened to be her boss. He takes care of her as well, helping her get her makeup and clothes off before tucking her into her bed with a bottle of water and pain killers for the morning. He doesn't mention it when he sees her next, knowing how embarrassed she will be when he tells her the loneliness her tipsy self admitted. 

When she starts to get sick John is having absolutely none of it, driving her home and ordering her to take some time off (he even visits later that night to bring her some soup for her stomach). He doesn't expect her to look so sad when she comes back supposedly better from her “flu”, he doesn't expect to see her eyes shine with tears when he asks “what's wrong babygirl?”.  He sits them down on the couch in his office together, putting an arm over her and pulling her close for comfort. He certainly does not expect her to look up at him with those shiny wet eyes and admit she did something bad before crying that she's pregnant. It’s news to John who never even considered that his girl would be dating (let alone sleeping with) people. When he vocalizes this and she admits that her baby daddy isn't a very good guy, it's over for John. 

Suddenly he's all over her, promising to be there for her, that she can come to him whenever she needs. And he actually means it. Suddenly she’s staying in the spare bedroom in his house, not only does it have more room but John can keep an eye on her. She entirely moves into his office working on his desk with him, he gets her a comfy chair so she can be supported in the later months. He gets up to hold her hair back when she has morning sickness and ensures she gets enough nutritious food each day. When she starts showing, oh my god John doesn't know what to do with himself. That little bump peaking out of her tight skirts makes him foam at the mouth. Of course he prioritizes her comfort, insisting she change shoes and stop wearing those uncomfortable looking heels, but he keeps her in her formal work attire for just a little longer, just so he can see her cute tummy poking out of it. 

Speaking of her bump. He simply can't resist putting his hand on it. He feels so protective over it, best believe he goes feral if anyone tries to touch it. Hell all but breaks loose when his precious baby looks up at him with teary eyes telling him how uncomfortable she was when some rando put their hand on her stomach, (someone definitely lost their job that day). He eventually has her sitting in his lap, cooing over her and reassuring her that they won't get in trouble, that really he is the big boss anyways. He just loves having her there, perched on top of him he rests his head on her shoulder both arms coming around to cradle her now bigger bump. 

John mandates maternity leave when she starts getting big, maybe around seven months when she spends a lot of her time complaining about back aches and swollen ankles, of course he does what he can to help her but it gets to the point where he knows that she should be resting. He has to basically forcibly put her on leave, reassuring her panics about money by promising to take care of her. And oh boy does he. He gives her foot massages and holds her belly, when she starts outgrowing her clothes best believe he would hand over any of his so she can fit in them more comfortably. He's just all over her, unable to stomach the fact that soon she will have a real live baby. That baby is about to become the most protected baby in the entire world.

That's all I have for now because I fear if I begin rambling about the rest of the 141 neither of us might make it out alive. (just know this baby is going to be so damn spoiled it’s crazy). 

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Lox the Fox

Male Yandere Fox Hybrid x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, somnophilia, implied cum in food, magic, drugging, biting, claiming bites, knotting, manipulation, chasing, kidnapping, general yandere behavior, references to an incident with a sweet potato Word Count: 5.6k (I am so sorry that this comm took so long, though I was dealing with a number of different issues. Hope you all enjoy it!)

You were but a humble trader. Once somewhat prominent in the medium sized town of Ridgespire, humiliating rumors began circulating about being caught in a compromising position with a sweet potato. The totally baseless story spread throughout the entire town. You were a laughing stock. When you could no longer handle it you left for a fresh start and new opportunities.

You decided to set up shop in the town of Westwend. It was a small village now, but you saw some serious potential. It was situated in the center of many newer villages and small towns and would serve as a good hub for you. But the best part about your new home was that it was too far for any pernicious lies about you and a sweet potato to have followed.

The locals were very accepting of you as a new traveling trader, though you hadn't had a chance to get close to any of them. Once you had moved in you immediately began planning your trip through the forest to reach a tiny village on the other side. You'd stop there to rest and see if there were any trade opportunities then head north to a larger town.

You stuffed a huge pack full of food, currency, and trade goods before putting it on and setting off on your journey. The village you were heading for was through several miles of forest and the forest itself was a mile or so away itself. You could be there by evening.

You were warned about an infamous fox-man named Lox that lived in the woods. Supposedly he helped or hindered travelers depending on what mood struck him at the time. The local villagers were always wary about crossing through the forest. That is part of what made this trade route so potentially lucrative. Not many were willing to cut straight through the forest.

The weather was cooperating and making your trip quite pleasant. The morning air was fresh and brought with it the scent of honeysuckle, and other prairie flowers. You took the unused and overgrown path and managed to make it to the woods just before the heat of the day, the dense canopy of leaves providing ample protection from the sun.

Though you didn't know it, you had rapidly crossed into the territory of the fox-man, Lox. And with his magic he knew exactly when any human neared the proximity of what he considered to be his land. He had nothing better to do, and delighted in meddling with humans, so with great grace and dexterity he weaved through the tree tops and quickly came upon you. He used his magic to stay silent and invisible so that he could observe you a while before deciding what to do.

It did not take long for Lox’s careful observation of you to lead him to the conclusion that he was intrigued. He used his magic to peep into some of your thoughts and memories to get just a glimpse of the type of person you were. He saw bits of your travels, vague impressions of your views, and something about a sweet potato. He couldn’t quite make it out to be honest. But it didn’t matter. He could tell from your aura that you were a lonely person with few friends and no current ties to anyone.

He decided that instead of hindering you he was going to help you more than he had ever helped anyone else before you. Not just for your sake, but for his as well. He thought maybe he could be your mate. Though he still needed to get to know you a little better though before he was totally sure. He could only get to know someone so well through his magic, so he really needed a more direct method.

Rather than simply introduce himself, which he was sure would fail, he devised a cunning plan to get you to see him as your hero. First impressions were immensely important, so if your first time seeing him was when he was saving you then that would make it a lot more likely that you would fall for him.

You continued through the forest, laughing to yourself about how easy a trip this was. You couldn’t believe how the small village dwellers had cut themselves off from such an easy trading route just because of some stories about some magic fox guy. You could believe that beast men existed, you had never seen one yourself, but their existence was never refuted, but magic? That was just too much for you.

Belief in the supernatural and heading the warnings of the villagers would have served you well, but instead the trap was laid and you bumbled right into it.

As you continued on the forest path, nearly gone due to disuse, you came across a clearing with a small cabin. It looked wildly out of place in the wilderness. Perhaps this was the home of the fox man all of the villagers had been so wary of. After gawking for a moment you resumed your journey. You had been traveling for hours and were probably halfway through the woods by now.

As you neared an old but sturdy bridge that marked the final leg of your travels through the forest, you heard a bone chilling growl and your path was suddenly blocked by three snarling wolves. You knew you couldn’t fight them, but the cabin that you had passed wasn’t too far. Maybe, just maybe, you could outrun them and take shelter.

Thinking fast you through your pack towards them, hoping the food in it would distract them enough for you to flee to safety. But no such luck. They weren’t distracted by it at all. At least without it you weren’t so weighed down though. But you were tired from all the walking and the wolves were at your heels. You imagined that you could feel their hot sour breath at your back, but you didn’t look back to confirm it.

Just when you were sure that you were going to find your end in the jaws of the ravenous beasts an orange flash came out of the trees from the direction of the house and stood between you and the feral wolves. There was no mistaking it, it was the fox man of local legend.

The hybrid man stood before the wolves with his back towards you, you could see that he was of a lean build and average height with two triangular ears on his head that were the same color as his wavy red hair. And he had a fox-like tail to match the ears.

As confident as he seemed you seriously doubted that he could take on so many enemies at once. And then you saw why he was so confident. A red tinged gust of magic left his hands and blew the wolves several feet away, making them smack into the trees. With a frightened yelp they scattered. You were in awe, magic was real after all!

When Lox turned to face you he could tell right away by the admiration and gratitude in your eyes that he had made the right decision in conjuring the convincing wolf illusions to scare you back towards him.

Normally seeing your first hybrid man may have at least startled you, but when you met his orange eyes and sharp-toothed smile you could only feel relief. You almost wanted to hug the guy.

“Thank you so much! I really thought I was a goner. I have no idea what I would have done had you not shown up when you had…”

Your stomach turned just thinking about it.

“No problem friend, I just happened to be gathering fruit up in the trees when I saw your predicament.”

Now Lox just had to convince you to stay the night with him. Get to know him better. Once you saw how good of a provider he was and how kind he was you would surely fall for him. He just knew it.

“Well uh… I better go and get my things. I dropped them to flee. And then I gotta keep traveling. Thanks again!”

No no no, that wouldn’t do for Lox at all!

“Don’t be silly! Those wolves could be lurking anywhere, you should just stay at my home while I collect your things. You can always set off tomorrow, I will even escort you through the forest!”

Your heart was still beating at an intense pace with adrenaline leaving you shaky. You didn’t really want to just set off alone so soon after such a scare. But you really should set out again, and you had doubts that the wolves would try anything again so soon.

“I really don’t think that I should, if I keep going I can make up for lost time and make the village well before sundown.”

He couldn’t reveal his true intentions yet, but no matter what happened, now that he had taken such a liking to you, he was never going to be far from you.

“Well, those wolves can be pretty persistent, they aren’t really normal. And it would be really nice to have a bit of company. It doesn’t come very often out here. I don’t think that humans like me all that much to tell the truth...”

Lox put on his best pouting face to elicit your sympathy. To be honest he didn’t mind his loner lifestyle one bit. Though he did want just one person in his life. A good partner. And whether or not you wanted it, that partner was going to be you.

His deception worked wonders on you. Instantly you felt immense sympathy for him. He was helping you so much so you should be happy to offer him your company, if just for a day. It wasn’t like it was a great imposition on you. You wouldn’t even be alive right now if not for Lox and all he wanted was a bit of companionship in return. Besides, you really didn’t want to come across as some sort of bigot…

“Well… if you’re sure it won’t be burdensome, I guess I can stay the night. Thanks for the hospitality, but I think I should go with you to get my pack. It would be pretty rude to make you go and get it for me.”

This also wouldn’t do for Lox, he wanted to enchant your belongings to be able to keep tabs on you even if you left his immediate vicinity. He did not want to run the risk of you ever escaping him, he doubted he would be unable to track you, but it was good to be prepared. The spell was rather loud and involved flashes of magic, he couldn’t take the risk that you could wake up and catch him in the act so having you at his house while he went off to do the enchantment on your stuff was his best solution.

“Don’t be silly, I can zip along through the trees much faster than you can walk! It will be much faster if I go alone.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true… Okay, if you really don’t mind getting it for me.” You felt bad that he had done so much for you already and was now doing more, but his logic made sense.

On the way there you introduced yourself and the two of you chatted a bit about how you both got to where you were currently. He explained the tragic tale of how he had been orphaned as a young teen and had to raise himself in the harsh wilds. The two of you were already pretty close to his humble home so it didn’t take long at all for him to lead you there.

The inside was about what you would expect from the home of someone living the lifestyle of a secluded forest hermit. Not messy, but cluttered in a cozy sort of way. Not a lot of open space, every inch utilized in some way. There were some shelves filled with books and various ornaments and objects of unknown purpose, there was a desk in the corner littered with arcane looking scrolls, a small dining area with dried aromatic herbs hanging from the ceiling, and there was a doorless bedroom attached with an equally well stuffed bedroom, you could see a large bed with red covers and more shelves.

Before he went off to get your pack for you he offered you some miniature sandwiches and some tea and set them on a small table for you.

You thanked him as he left and nibbled on the food he had provided you. You were hungrier than you had realized though and before you knew it, there wasn’t a crumb or sip left.

Meanwhile Lox had already located your belongings and busily casting his little spell on your things. He was hoping he could convince you to stay with him, but realistically it could take a few encounters. This would help ensure that those encounters kept happening. He considered it the “dating” phase of your “relationship.”

He also hoped that you would eat as much of that sandwich as possible. He had sprinkled in just a little something to help you be a bit more compliant with the “romance” he had planned for later that night. He could have relied on it to keep you from being too alarmed at him casting a spell on your belongings, but he couldn’t be sure how much you would ingest. Lox didn’t want to be pushy about you consuming the food either, that would be suspicious.

No, it was better if he just enchanted your things now and then he wouldn’t have to worry about if you had eaten enough magic flake powder that he had given you. And if you did happen to consume enough of it then he could have plenty of fun with you.

The fox-man briefly considered whipping up a love potion, but they were often temporary, wearing off at inconvenient times and requiring reapplication. And he really wanted you to actually be in love with him, not just be under the influence of all consuming magic.

When Lox entered the home it had startled you right off the couch and you fell to the floor. Lox quickly helped you up, relishing the chance to make physical contact with you. He was beyond thrilled to see that the plate your food had been on was now empty.

“Thanks! Sorry, you coming in so suddenly just startled me. You weren’t wrong about how fast you were, I hadn’t expected you back so soon.”

“Told ya I was fast.” He beamed proudly as he handed you your belongings.

Over the course of the next couple of hours the two of you chatted while you taught him a card game with a deck that you always traveled with, but you became fatigued much sooner than you usually did. Surely that was just from all the travel followed by the excitement of earlier though.

Lox offered you use of his bed while you used his couch, but you wouldn’t hear of it. He had already shown you such kindness you weren’t going to just kick him out of his own bed. Finally he relented and just let you use the couch.

Sleep came to you with unusual ease, something that Lox was greatly anticipating. Now you’d be at his mercy and even if you woke up, the mind altering effects of what he had fed you would make sure that you didn’t remember it or if you did you'd think it was only a dream.

Lox lubed you up carefully and slid into your sleeping form which he had tenderly stripped bare. He bred you slowly and lovingly, deep strokes into you so that he could edge and enjoy every possible second of making love with his partner for the first time.

It was difficult, but he managed to restrain his instinct to bite your neck all over and make his claim on you visible to the world. He also held his cock at the base to prevent his knot from slipping in and swelling within you. Lox didn’t want to leave you with any suspicious soreness.

But the hardest thing for the fox man was pulling out and not filling you up full of his seed, especially when your eyes fluttered open and you moaned and babbled incoherently while drooling in pleasure even if your mind couldn’t make sense of anything that was happening.

After that, he came in you quickly and meticulously cleaned you up so that no evidence was left behind.

When you woke up your head was a bit fuzzy, light filtered in through a little circular window and by the angle of the sun it seemed that you had slept all morning. You thought you probably had overstayed your welcome.

You yawned and began to get off the couch when suddenly Lox appeared as if from nowhere with a hot plate of food. Had he been watching and waiting for you to wake up? You didn’t entertain the thought long, you were just being paranoid. He was a fox-man; he clearly had enhanced senses and was just keeping the meal warm for you when you finally got up.

"Quail egg omelet before you leave?"

Lox seemed refreshed and energized, and though you couldn't quite place why something about him gave you just the slight twinge of anxiety in the back of your mind. It was easy to push away though.

"Thanks, you didn't have to make me breakfast. I have rations in my pack"

"Nonsense, you're my guest. And I was making one for myself anyway."

It did smell rather enticing and he had gone through the trouble of cooking it so you relented and ate it happily. It was among the best dishes you had ever eaten. You wondered if he used his magic to enhance it. He had, actually, added his own "special ingredient" to the food he made for you, but it wasn't something magical and you really didn't want to know what it was.

After you finished the meal Lox, true to his word, happily joined you on your trip out of the forest. You tried to insist that you didn’t need him, that the wolves probably went off in search of easier prey, and that you were prepared now, but the fox wasn’t having it.

The trip out of the forest was largely uneventful, filled only with Lox’s chatter and questions focused on you. You supposed most people would have been annoyed by it all, but you knew he didn’t get much company and you were still so touched by the kindness that he had shown you.

Overall it was going well.

Until it wasn't. As you crossed the old, but up until this point, very sturdy bridge, it suddenly collapsed beneath you. With a scream you flailed desperately, luckily Lox was able to reach you, hold onto you, and jump back up the side that you had come from. After you caught your breath and let your nerves settle in silence you looked at the damage. The bridge was beyond repair. It would add a couple hours to your journey to go around to the shallow part of the river, but you certainly couldn't go across here anymore.

"God damn! That was... scary! Thanks for... saving me. Again..."

You were still shaking a bit.

"It's no problem! I thought the bridge was a bit sturdier than that. Good thing I caught you... I guess we'll just have to go back for now..."

"No it's fine, I saw an old map of the area, there's a place I can cross if I follow the river. Will just take a few extra hours."

You looked up at him.

"Don't worry, you don't need to escort me the extra distance."

That was, of course, the exact opposite of what Lox planned. He would be at your side for eternity. Whether you said you wanted him there or not.

"No, no! It's not a bother. Really. I'm usually so bored I just sleep most of the day!"

"Well if it isn't a bother, I'm glad to have a traveling buddy for a bit longer."

The two of you sat down for a couple minutes before resuming your newly extended route out of the forest. It went about as well as it had been going before the incident with the bridge, though Lox kept shooting you nervous looks, like he was holding back from saying something to you. Poor guy, he was probably just sad that the two of you would be parting ways soon. You made a mental note to reassure him when you got to the end of the forest.

This wasn't the end at all, you'd see him a couple times a month if this trading exchange worked out. Maybe even once a week if things got really busy.

The fox hybrid was a bit more distant in conversation, focused more on his thoughts. He had been sure that after he collapsed the bridge with his magic and then saved you from the disaster that you would be head over heels in love with him. Clearly he had shown you he can keep you safe from any peril... even if he had to make the danger himself. At the very least you should have agreed to stay at his home a bit longer so that he could get you to like him more.

Sadly, Lox could not glean any notions of love emanating from you using his magical abilities. But he absolutely couldn't accept that you weren't at least somewhat attracted to him by this point. He had, as far as you were concerned, saved your life twice. Then he had been very amicable and hospitable towards you. You must have been in such strong denial that your true feelings were unknown even to you. But he wasn't going to give up on his beloved, he just knew the two of you were meant to be together. No matter what.

His first priority had to be making sure you never made it out of the forest. If you left and he wasn't with you then you could get hurt. Or maybe someone else would take you! But he didn't want to scare you or tip you off.

As the two of you continued on your way the amorous man couldn't help but stare at you and think of all the things he wanted to do to you. Seeing a lack of claiming bites on you almost sent his instincts into overdrive, he had to actively stop himself from fucking you into the dirt, biting all over you, and having his knot tie the two of you together.

The two of you crossed the river and with each step Lox grew more fidgety as his desire to claim you grew, as did his worry that you may escape him if he didn't think up another plot soon. Then he had a great idea. Quicksand! He'd save you from it and you'd be so frustrated, messy, and grateful that at the very least you'd want to go back to his house for another night to rest and clean up!

Lox used his magic to create a patch of quicksand on the path ahead and used his power of illusion to make sure it looked just like the surrounding terrain until disturbed, just like natural quicksand.

And sure enough it fooled you. With a loud scream you suddenly plummeted through what you had assumed was perfectly solid ground. You fell forward and struggled to orient yourself in the thick muck. Lox grabbed your pack from behind and plucked you easily from the quicksand. You gasped for breath and wiped the mud from your face.

"Holy fuck, I would have drowned if not for you! You're a real lifesaver, Lox."

This time you didn't waste more than a few seconds trying to catch your breath before getting up.

"I guess we should head back to my place, we can get you all cleaned up and try again tomorrow."

"Oh don't worry! We only just passed the river, we can go back and I can rinse off there!"

You started to head towards the water with Lox at your side.

"Are you sure? You must be tired after all the excitement we just had..."

You stopped and looked at Lox. He seemed almost panicked. The gears in your head finally started turning. The dots were connecting.

"Every time something happens you are very quick to suggest we head back... and it's pretty convenient that you are always right there to save me from these sudden disasters..."

"What are you saying?" The fox asked with a surprising darkness.

The question hung unanswered, heavy in the air, as the two of you stared at one another. Then you bolted into the dense foliage. But this was Lox's forest, he had years of experience tracking and keeping eyes on any humans who wandered through it, and he had never been so motivated.

Every time you made a turn Lox would appear in a puff of smoke in front of you, using his magic to teleport short distances. He grabbed you, but you struggled out of his grip.

"I love you babe, but I am getting tired of this little game. Let's go home now okay?"

He used a wave of magic to animated the vines near you, they snared you easily. You wriggled and writhed like a maniac as he slowly approached you with a creepy smile on his face.

"You must be tired after that little chase. You need a nap."

Then he pulled out a pouch of shimmering blue powder from his pocket and blew it over you. You fell asleep instantly.

When you woke up from your fitful sleep full of nightmares and fear in Lox's bed. You had no pants on and a thick sticky fluid leaking from your entrance. You realized those nightmares may not have been dreams at all, and you felt instantly nauseous.

Luckily, he wasn't in the room with you. The sick freak seemed to be in the kitchen, you could hear him humming faintly as he went about cooking. He probably thought he'd bring you a meal in bed and you'd be grateful and everything would be just peachy between the two of you. But you had other plans.

The window was large enough to leave through, you hoped you could do so quietly. You wiped yourself clean as best you could and put the clothing that Lox has removed back on. You raised the window slowly and it didn't make any noise at first, but you came to a point where it was stuck and more force had to be used. It squeaked like it was shrieking out your desire to escape to the four corners of the world.

Since your cover was clearly blown you gave up being quiet and forced it open with all due expediency. You quickly scrambled out the window, falling forward into the dirt. You wasted no time at all in getting up and darting away as fast as you possibly could. But the eyes of the fox were on you from the window, watching you speed further away. He wasn't worried though.

Lox was delusional and arguably even completely insane over you at this point, but he was no idiot. He knew your denial about how you felt over him may still be too strong and you may try to run away. He had taken extra precautions. Precautions you learned of in a  very direct way when you slammed face first and at full force right into some sort of invisible barrier that Lox had erected a good distance around his dwelling.

You fell rather hard on your ass and cupped your face in pain. Then you heard a voice approach behind you.

"Are you okay darling? I didn't intend to hurt your pretty face." He waved a hand and green sparks from his fingertips healed up your injury.

"What the Hell, Lox!? You can't just keep me prisoner like this!"

"You're not a prisoner! You're my partner, and this is just to keep you close by. You're really fragile judging by how you handled all the dangers recently."

You stared at him for a moment, unable to think of a response to this complete lunatic, as he got closer and stared down at you with that freaky smile of his.

"I realize you are used to being really independent, but you really need to admit it already. I am the perfect mate for you. You have to know that deep down."

You started to object, but he sealed your words with a sudden rough kiss. He was deceptively strong, a fact you learned while trying unsuccessfully to push him off of you. He pinned you down on the ground with ease and smirked down at you.

"If showing off how good of a protector I am isn't enough to get rid of your denial, then I will just have to show you how good our union feels~"

Lox ignored your protests. His nails grew sharp and he sliced off your clothing as easily as if he was cutting through paper.

"I'm gonna make you feel soooo good."

He bit possessively at your neck. It hurt slightly but the unpleasantness was overridden by pleasure. For someone who was rarely around humans except to randomly help or hinder an occasional traveler he sure knew how to pleasure you. Then you remembered how he had violated you in your sleep. He had practiced. You redoubled your efforts to get free but the resistance only seemed to excite him more.

Lox's claws returned to being normal nails as he fingered your entrance, despite his increasingly feral state of mind he was still focused on making this as pleasurable as possible for his beloved little human. He used a small bit of magic to create an oil from his fingers to apply a generous amount of lubrication to you.

Shouts, screams, and the tears rolling down your face were all met with calming shushing noises and promises that you'd be moaning soon enough with fear replaced by delight.

His fingers wiggled within you, causing you to buck unwillingly in the throes of carnal stimulation. You gasped and whined at your body's betrayal. Lox pulled out his fingers and held your hips tight while aligning his cock with you and slamming into you with the perfect amount of force.

Your moan was captured by his lips as he kissed you again, biting your lower lip as he pulled away.

"I have wanted my knot in you for so long, you're gonna fit me like a glove~"

All you could manage was to grunt in defiance as you drooled dumbly. Lox began thrusting into you again and again. Each movement of his could only be described as perfection. He rolled his hips and plunged in deeply with slow strokes that steadily increased in pace.

It really didn't take long at all for Lox to feel your body throb around his large prick as you climaxed. If this had been a willing encounter, and if you also had not been fucked silly, you would have been embarrassed by how quickly Lox had made you orgasm.

The fox looked at you in awe, observing every detail of your face as you came. Your flushed face, the rise and fall of your chest as you panted, your eyes glazed and lost in sexual bliss.

"Wow, you finish even faster and more beautifully than you did while sleeping!"

Lox bit at your chest and up to your neck, delivering a harder bite there to mark you as his. You were so out of it that it didn't register in the way that it should have. What little pain there was Lox quickly dispersed with more magical healing and gentle kisses.

He continued pumping into you for well over an hour, eliciting enough moans, whimpers, shakes, and shudders from you until your voice was hoarse and your body limp.

And then, just when you thought you would die from all the overstimulation, Lox painted your walls white with a hot load of cum before his knot swelled and kept the two of you together.

"See? No one else can make you feel like this! And you take me just so well my beloved~"

When his knot finally went down he had to stop himself from diving back into you, the sight of you glistening with sweat and leaking his seed went straight to his cock. But he settled for just slipping it between your thighs and grinding into you while you sat on his lap in the bathtub.

Your comfort was the priority and you clearly needed special care after that mind shattering sex.

When you were all cleaned up, he carried you bridal style to his bed and bundled you up in soft blankets, he pressed a loving kiss to your cheek before going off to get you some food and water. Maybe something easy to get down. Perhaps some soup? Since you were still pretty dazed he wondered if you would let him feed you.

You were such a sweet fragile thing and would need to recover your energy for all the activities he had planned for the two of you.

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ ["REALISTIC" GHOST BF HEADCANONS] ¡! ❞

@ pls don't be mad, he's just no cute and overly caring, girl dad, princess gf guy yk

@ Don't expect long, heartfelt conversations or flowery compliments. His affection would likely be shown through subtle actions and gestures. He'd be incredibly observant, noticing small details about you and your preferences, and acting on them without fanfare (e.g., remembering your favorite coffee, making sure you have what you need without being asked).

@ Given his line of work and likely past experiences, trust would be the absolute foundation of any relationship with him. It wouldn't be given freely. You'd earn it through consistent reliability, discretion, and understanding of his need for privacy. Once earned, it would be fiercely protected.

@ His life is clandestine. He wouldn't share operational details, and he'd likely maintain a very private personal life. A partner would need to be comfortable with not knowing everything, and with him disappearing for periods with no explanation. Prying would be a serious breach of trust.

@ Public displays of affection would be rare to non-existent. Private affection would be more about quiet comfort and reassurance than grand romantic gestures. A hand on your back, a brief touch, or leaning into your space would be significant signs of his affection and comfort with you.

@ He's a highly capable individual, and he'd likely be attracted to someone who is similarly capable and independent. He wouldn't want to feel like he needs to constantly protect or coddle his partner. He'd respect someone who can handle themselves.

@ His world is chaotic and dangerous. A partner who brings a sense of calm, stability, and normalcy to his life would be invaluable. He wouldn't seek drama or conflict in a relationship; he'd crave a safe haven, unknowingly.

@ He's not likely to be an emotional confider. He's trained to compartmentalize. You might be a source of quiet emotional support for him, but don't expect him to openly share his vulnerabilities or seek comfort in the traditional sense. His comfort might come from simply being in your presence.

@ Building a relationship with Ghost would require immense patience. He wouldn't rush into anything, and he'd likely test boundaries and trust over time. Understanding and accepting his unique way of being would be crucial.

@ There is no true "off-switch" for Ghost. His situational awareness, threat assessment, and general vigilance would be constant. You would observe him always scanning rooms, noticing exits, and being acutely aware of his surroundings, even in supposedly relaxed settings. This isn't paranoia; it's ingrained survival.

@ He's witnessed and performed unspeakable acts. To function, he likely maintains a significant degree of emotional detachment. This isn't a flaw in a relationship; it's a necessary professional tool. Expecting him to be openly expressive or emotionally vulnerable about his work (or even personal feelings) would be unrealistic and likely counterproductive.

@ When he does communicate, it's often direct, concise, and focused on the necessary information. Small talk, extensive personal revelations, or open-ended emotional discussions would be difficult for him. Over time though, he will talk more and more with you, but he rather lets you talk while he listens than actually saying something himself.

@ As mentioned before, public displays are out. In private, physical touch would be more about quiet comfort or a means of connection rather than passionate romance. A firm, reassuring grip, a hand on the small of your back to guide you, or simply being close in proximity would be significant. He's not built for grand gestures of affection.

@ Think about his discipline. He'd have routines, likely related to fitness, readiness, and personal maintenance. These would be non-negotiable. A partner would need to respect these established habits and perhaps even adapt to them.

@ He wouldn't integrate a partner into his professional life, ever. And his professional life would intrude on his personal life constantly. This creates a significant divide. You would need your own robust life, friends, and interests, as Ghost couldn't be your sole source of social interaction or emotional fulfillment.

@ If you needed something done, or if there was a problem, he'd approach it with a solution-oriented, practical mindset. He wouldn't complain; he'd act. This extends to personal matters too – if you had a problem, he'd likely focus on fixing it efficiently.

@ He might not fill a room with conversation or laughter, but his presence would be strong. For a partner, finding comfort in silence, in shared space without the need for constant interaction, would be vital. His "being there" would be more meaningful than his words.

@ Whatever trauma or experiences shaped him into Ghost, they are deeply buried. Attempting to "fix" him, delve into his past, or demand explanations for his guarded nature would be a fundamental misunderstanding of his character and likely lead to him withdrawing further.

[tobyfier]

Yandere Francis, headcannons of how we met into him gaining feelings that slowly turn into obsession and him kidnapping us etc etc.

Say it again.

;Gender neutral reader

Warning: obsession,toxic relationship,Stockholm syndrome,manipulation,swearing

Additional information: Reader is a baker

A/n: I’m not much experience with yandere type of stuffs, but I’m more welcome to try! Also this is actually my first request, and I hope I made it to your liking!

I’d say he did hear from the other tenants that there was gonna be a new person in the apartment but he didn’t really try and meet the person, to focus on his job and the doppelgänger situation

That is until of course, you went and greeted him yourself by knocking on his door and giving him a bag of cookies before bidding goodbye

The cookies were delicious btw, he couldn’t stop eating them

And one day as an act of gratitude for giving him the cookie, he came by at your apartment and gave you a couple of bottle milk

Supposedly he was just gonna thank you and give the tray of bottle of milks, but you insisted on letting him inside and get to know each other for a bit

That’s when he learns you were actually a baker and that you own a bakery

Huh..no wonder

You guys were on friends terms now

You always buy milk from him saying, the consistency of the milk was great

He gives milk and you give cookies, a win/win

The feelings started to appear after a month or so

It started off small he feels lighter and energized whenever you’re around, and he would get excited just by seeing your face

He started talking to you more, often times he would write letters to you whenever he’s out in the city for a few days

Day by day his feelings started to grow stronger and stronger, to the point he can’t go a day without even seeing your face once

But when he realized you liked him back, he had to double check if he heard you right

He made you say it again and again before he hugged you and thank the god’s above

You two started to live with each other after that

It was peaceful and comforting

Morning kisses is a must.

He comes home later than you, and he’s always happy to receive your kisses afterwards

But the peace..didn’t last long

He started to grow more and more possessive

It started off small..you didn’t mind it at all

Until he started to isolate you from others

You confronted him of course, but he brushed it off saying it was for the best

You didn’t say anything about it, thinking it was him being protective considering the doppelgänger situation

But when he asked you to close your bakery saying it was for the best

That’s when the argument started.

You defended yourself, telling him you can’t close the bakery because of his overprotective tendencies

It was your passion and it was your dream to open up a bakery

Closing it down meant all the efforts you had done to achieve this goes to waste.

The bastard told you that you can still bake in the apartment.

You called him crazy and tried to leave but he had an iron grip on your wrist and pulled you into a bedroom

Then locked it, saying this is for the best

You tried knocking the door down

you tried finding some tools that can help, a fail..

Even the windows were ironed shut

Heck even the windows are ironed shut.

The bastard planned all of this from the start and you didn’t even notice it.

The last few days you gave him the silent treatment

Only ever opened the door to give you food or water

If you didn’t eat he will force feed you.

He tried reasoning with you

That this is all for the best and for your safety

And that you don’t need anyone else but him.

Slowly he started to be more affectionate with you

Oh how you crave those touches..

It has been so long since you received affection like these

Slowly his words got to your mind

Maybe he was right

I mean he provides food,water,shelter,heck he even bought tools so you can bake in the apartment

And all you have to do was accept the situation and that you only needed him.

And no one else.

[riesdumpflix]

Hoshina Soshiro being the annoying boyfriend.

Annoying gf x Annoyed bf? Nope! Hoshina will annoy the fuck out of you to the point that he will, oh he will, out annoy you if you even choose to do so.

Hoshina is very very Annoying bf coded, that even his partner never escapes the constant teasing and yapping that's supposedly reserved only for the newbie officers he's training.

In fact, you're possibly his first target ever.

You're doing work alone? He will sit beside you and yap consistently, and it's all about the new officers he's making them do ten to fifteen laps.

It hasn't even been a minute of sitting down on your office chair, and taking a sip from a herbal tea Okonogi recommended, before a certain Vice Captain began to make his way to you with his own chair (where did he even get that?)

Oh god, you just wanted to get things done.

"That much paperwork? I see the higher ups are working ya to the bone as usual." Hoshina grins from the side, almost like the mischiveous cheshire cat looking for trouble.

He didn't even falter when you gave him a deep sigh in return. "Ya ever wondered what it would feel like to have less paperwork? As Vice Captain it feels nice to just write a report and end the day. Maybe ya should ditch statistics and become a platoon leader," He leaned forward, his arm transferring warmth against yours by merely staying there. "Though you'd probably have to run fifteen laps around the training area. I think ya would do better than Kafka, that idiot fell to his knees halfway!" Hoshina snorted.

You set down your papers, never once leaning away from his presence or brushing him off. You love him, god you would do anything for him—and you look at him straight in the eyes with much softness as you can muster.

"Soshiro," you say quietly. Hoshina hums, his red eyes staring back with the gentleness reserved only for you.

Oh do you love him—you truly do. The best boyfriend you could ever ask for: hard working, good looking, so protective even if he knows you can handle yourself—

And you feel yourself blankly staring at Hoshina with a profound tiredness. "Soshiro, it's monday. Please."

Soshiro laughs—giggles, then the ever loving asshole starts to fucking wheeze.

You're exhausted? Personal space is nonexistent and he will enter that tiny bubble (or the lack thereof) you try to put up to recharge the social battery you've drained.

The JAKDF has its work cut out for everyone. It's been the most stressful month with what's been happening recently—god forbid you enjoy a simple quiet time to yourself, but obviously that wouldn't happen. Oh no, not with the new realization that Kaiju can turn into humans, not with the blatant declaration of Kaiju no. 9's against humanity, not since Captain Shinomiya passed away.

And now you're here in the library at 5pm: no work, and no more additional worries about the future state of Japan. No pressure, totally, as if the innocent lives doesn't rest at the palm of the JAKDF's hands. No pressure at all.

It's quiet, for once. The whole day it's just been constant chatter from coworkers all over the third division. From the operation room, to the research department, the Kaiju weaponry laboratory, the freaking bathrooms.

(You can't help it, with how anxious the environment has been it practically rubbed off on you.)

It's not your break, not yet at least. You just needed a moment. Even just a minute to recharge, close your eyes and let your mind think about random stuff that isn't Kaiju, and most importantly, gather enough energy for your social battery to be at maximum capacity—

"Oh good, you're here." oh no

Any other day you would swoon at that voice.

"Hoshina—" before you could even hiss out a small warning, his arms wraps around your torso and brings you closer to him.

"Not Soshiro? Maybe it was a good decision to come bother ya." You see him pout for a moment (what is he a child??) before giving you that lighthearted shit-eating grin of his as he squeezed you tighter in his arms.

"I'm on break—"

"—I'm not." You retort, and he pouts. Like an actual kid who didn't get his fucking candy. But you're here, and you're no better, as you reluctantly (sure) start carressing the side of his biceps (it's therapeutic, okay?)

"Then as punishment, you're staying here for the rest of my break."

"I thought we keep personal affairs out of work?" You groaned helplessly, trying to squirm out his hold. But being the strong Vice Captain he is, your bowlcut asshole boyfriend never once budged.

"Are ya trying to defy your superior officer?"

"I'm trying to take a break you insensitive prick!"

Hoshina hums before bringing the both of you down on the couch, his arms still secure on your back—you refuse to acknowledge the fact you melted easily when his thumbs mindlessly rubbed patterns on your side, and you refuse to give in the way he nuzzles his head closely to your neck, you know he's exploiting your weaknesses—!

"I haven't seen ya all day, ya know..." Soshiro mumbled pettily, "The freakin' Kaiju number 10 kept on bein' a major headache."

You reluctantly relax in his hold, bringing your arms around his waist and sigh contentedly. Okay, maybe–maybe this is...fine. Clearly, the two of you are worn out. You need Soshiro as much as he needs you.

Just you and him in your own tiny little bubble. Yeah... that sounds nice.

"Though, have to admit you're a much greater headache than him." He grins lightly, and you could feel the way he's smiling on your skin (and the way blood is slowly rising to your head), "You're such a weirdo, sleepin' in the library when my bed is comfortable—especially with the two of us in it."

....it was too good to be true.

An irk mark appears near your temple before you're shoving Hoshina off the couch.

Soshiro's laughing—again, and for god's sake he's wheezing on the floor while comedic tears drip down his eyes.

You match his freak? He out freaks you, holey moley he does something so unexpected—and now you're flabbergasted with absolutely no idea how to respond.

"You're such a killjoy, and ya wonder why your friend list is so short? You're boring."

You rolled your eyes, patiently waiting as Hoshina backs his car with practiced ease. His stupidly adorable yellow car (you couldn't choose between it being cute or outright stupid looking) slowly being parked.

The two of you (mostly Hoshina) have been arguing about the most stupid thing ever, you barely remember what it was originally about.

And how dare he call you boring! Just because he spotted two stray kittens on the walk towards his car, and you reminded him that you can't take them home (sadly) caused him to grumble and pout like a fucking child. the amount of times he's acted like a whining baby in your relationship is so constant you're just numb to it at this point.

(Honestly you let that one slide, it was a bit reasonable. The kittens were too cute but hey, with the constant blaring alarms in the city and the large amount of work you two have, you're barely at your apartment. Hell, you've slept more at the Tachikawa Base's couch than your bed.)

—Back to the current situation, your asshole of a boyfriend is escalating the banter to another stupid topic you forgot about.

Hoshina's arm is relaxed on the passenger seat, his hand almost touching your shoulder as he looks back the window. You seethed quietly as you knew he was doing this on purpose, purposefully flexing his biceps and his side view (he has a lethal face card, and you do love some eye candy).

"At least I have friends." You argued back, slapping Hoshina's arm away.

And of course, he grins, before purposefully stretching his arm closer to your shoulder and putting weight on it. You had to take a deep breath before you choose to act upon the very tempting thought of twisting his arm—lest the two of you get in an accident from just parking.

And you pride yourself in being the calm and collected one in your relationship, so no, you are not falling to such childish, immature, and annoying retorts—

"What friends? Ya mean Okonogi and your research papers? Or the five plushies stacked in your work room? Maybe ya just can't tell inanimate objects from real life people." Hoshina snickers, finally parks the car as he turns of the engine. And that was your cue.

Your hand meets his wrist and you twist it. Calm and collected is no more the moment he insulted your beloved belongings in your work area. He can insult you all he wants—

"Ah—owowow, ow! Overreactin' much?!" Hoshina yelps in pain, yet the asshole still has that grin on.

—But your plushies stay out of his insulting mouth.

You rolled your eyes before letting his wrist go, maybe then he'd have some form of remorse. "You're such a baby, it wasn't even that strong."

"I could reprimand ya for using physical violence against your superior!"

"Maybe I should finish the job, it would do everyone a favor."

"I'm reprimandin' ya for makin' death threats to your superior!" You sigh—albeit lovingly. It's a rare occassion for the both of you to have the same day off (you suspect Captain Ashiro is behind this) and right now you can, to your heart's greatest content, throw back insults against Hoshina—Soshiro.

For today, you're not just a researcher in the Third Division. For today, Hoshina is not the Vice Captain of the Third Division (who's either the most strict in training the officers, and quite frightening against mid-sized Kaiju, or the most unserious one who decides to become a menace to anyone within a five mile radius).

He's now Soshiro, your annoying boyfriend.

And you, resolute and determined, will be today's triumphant winner.

Before Soshiro could say anything else, you grabbed his wrist that you twisted—and Soshiro immediately tried to yank his wrist back (you swear, he's the one overreacting.. maybe) but your hold remained firm yet gentle.

You hear the words 'I swear I will file a proper punishment if ya act violent—' from his mouth, yet you paid no mind to it.

Instead, you bring your lips to his wrist, specifically on the spot where you know is sore and aching. Just like that—you managed to make the Hoshina Soshiro shut up.

I win, you told yourself. Loud and goddamn proud. You tried to bite down your own grin—though the satisfaction was too high you couldn't help but let a small smile slip.

But that's not the end. Oh no, oh nonono, you are better than that.

His wrist still in your hand, you gather your resolve and tilt your head up—in the way you know it will, without a doubt get Soshiro hooked—with the softest smile before saying: "There, Vice Captain. Did I kiss it better?"

I fucking win, you told yourself once more. Soshiro's usual closed eyes are open, and his mouth slightly agape. Stunned. And hues of red are visibly rising on the back of his neck.

Then you gently drop his hand. And then you were estatic—you felt like you were on top of the world. This is how it feels like to, for once in a fucking lifetime, turn the tables against him. Make him shut up. Make the Hoshina Soshiro speechless. Oh god were you giddy and smug as hell—and you prepared to step out the car door like nothing happened, and ready to feel like you won the fucking lottery for the rest of the— why is the door not budging?

You blink in confusion when the car door is suddenly locked. And before you could even process that, you hear a click. And even before a questioning sound could leave you—wait, why is your seat pulled all the way back? Why are you lying flat on your back— wait, what?

"Haa.. I admit that was funny." Soshiro mused above you.

...what?

You first see Soshiro's red eyes before you felt his lips on yours. Then you start to feel the weight of his body pressing against yours, and his arm placed beside your head on the car seat.

...oh.

Recovering from your initial shock, you start to reciprocate the light yet firm kiss from him. You forgot you could finally show proper physical affection without prying eyes, or the slight worry of doing too much PDA in the base, and oh how much you missed this feeling—

Then the weight of his body, and the soft fleeting kiss, disappeared as quick as it appeared, before you could properly reciprocate it.

And it finally took you a few minutes to realize that he, the quick thinking bastard he is, pulled the passenger seat back before you could get out, and kissed you.

"I think we have a dinner reservation to catch up, right?" Soshiro smiled, so sweet, so lovely, and so infuriating.

Soshiro's hand reached out to cup the side of your cheek while maintaining a very very smug grin. you refuse to acknowledge the feeling of heat rising to your cheeks Oh no, nonono you're not giving in yet, you're not allowing yourself to give him the satisfaction—you won already. You hit the fucking jackpot, so why are you still flushing underneath him–?

You can't help but grumble in defeat, very reluctantly. "Did you really have to pull back the passenger seat?"

"You shoulda seen the look on ya face!" He cackled, pinching your cheek slightly as his shoulders shook intensely from laughter.

Next time, you tell yourself. Next time, you will get the upperhand.

It was then you twisted his arm, with full strength, before actually stepping out of the car. Ignoring the pained sounds from him and his frantic apologies.

That would do for now.

...you couldn't ask for a better day.

That's Hoshina Soshiro, the man you grew to love despite all the antics that earns you a massive headache (and a smile, without a doubt).

a/n: why was this longer than i originally meant it to be 🧍‍♀️anyways... thanks for reading through my yap (/drabble..? /fic...?) session about a character who's made up of pixels

the lack of hoshina fics is kind of criminal so.. 🥀

also this is purely my headcannon but its fanfiction so 🗣

Also it's been a while since I wrote fics.. mb for the wrong grammar :'D

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Touring Attraction

A/n: rare occasion Benji has wifi

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, semi public sex, daddy kink, muscle kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Having loved rock and metal and everything in between since you were a kid, your parents got you hooked, it was no surprise when you started playing instruments. Finding stores young you started testing things out, spending hours there before deciding on drums.

It wasn’t an easy decision but in the end it was the best decision you ever made. By your teen years you’d been in a few bands that never quite knew what you were doing, you had your dreams and you were heading for them, but they just wanted the fame without the work, or the sex without the appeal, everything you knew they weren’t thinking of.

Finally, you found your people. A group like you who knew the music you wanted; Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Pantera, Slayer, you wanted to sound hard and heavy and fast, and angry, because you were. That worked, that got you on the news, into clubs and on tours.

The real kick in the ass was an Email from Metallica, one of if not your favourite band. They were going on tour and were asking your band to open for them, supposedly Lars started listening to you guys and introduced the band, who really liked your spirit along with your music.

There was no way you were saying no to that one. You were out of high school, you’d quit your job, you were going on tour with fucking Metallica!

For the most part both bands squeezed into one or two buses, both owned by Metallica who wanted to treat their guests. When taking up just one bus it was for bonding time, necessary mayhaps not, but definitely a fun time.

Metallica was great, telling stories and listening intently to yours, giving you all sorts of tips and always offering guidance, even security when it came to some creepier fans. James was mean, always poking fun at you for being a drummer, all in good fun of course. He showed his true colours one night when he dragged a guy out by his collar when he got too close to you. You weren’t sure what happened to that guy, other than a blood stain in the dirt just outside the venue.

While you loved the whole band, having learned drums with Lars’ questionable playing, watching all sorts of clips of Rob even before Metallica, you were the only one laughing at Kirk’s jokes, James was your favourite and that night cemented that in you.

James was tall, standing around six feet, he was big with broad shoulders and intimidating muscles and tattoo’s. He had these bright blue eyes that got so dark when he was being quiet and it was just the two of you awake at night. Your bands would jam on long bus rides, you’d sit across from him, and you were sure he was doing things just so you’d stare at his fingers.

You’d slip into the bathroom to check if your period came but you were just fucking soaked from him.

After a quick pit stop, where you again checked yourself, you were getting on the bus where everyone else was, and a crew member was in your spot. You figured this was just another prank but still stood there awaiting some kind of instruction.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make room for ya.” James assured, even scooching over slightly. Kirk was next to him and also made a move to give you space, his face morphed oddly because he knew there wasn’t enough space. Still, you came closer.

Once you were in arms reach James snatched your waist and pulled you onto his lap, sitting you down on his thick thigh. Your face flushed a deep shade of red and he was throwing his head back laughing behind you, his arms staying wrapped around you so you were stuck there until he buckled you in with him. “Get comfy, we’ve got a long ride ahead of us.” He mused, proud of himself for getting you in his lap. Now you knew he was doing everything on purpose, maybe he would’ve protected you from that man anyway, but he wasn’t trying to protect you that night, he was making sure no one touched what was his.

You were driving through the night, some people went to bunks but James held you there in his lap until everyone was asleep. “Happy?” He asked, voice low and right in your ear. “Finally getting what you wanted after all this time.”

You were quiet for a minute, trying not to suffocate on his scent of cigars and woodsy cologne. “Getting what?” You whispered, looking around to make sure no one was waking up.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he pressed. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, your thighs squeezing together, hoping your little clit will get some kind of attention.” Your breath caught in your throat. “What have you been doing in the bathroom, huh? Sneaking off to touch yourself?” He squeezed you a little tighter when he said that. “No, can’t be that, not in there long enough… no, if you were to try and touch yourself it would last hours, wouldn’t it?” You could feel a heavy heat pooling in your core, breathing becoming laboured. “Hours of rubbing your neglected little bean, fingering your tight pussy pretending it was me, but it’s just not working, is it? Because your hand is just too small, it’s not that same as my cock.”

“Please-“ You squeaked out, not knowing why you said it or what you were asking for.

James shushed you, leaning back and pulling you with him. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of it.” He assured, hands sliding down to your hips and slowly guiding you against his thigh. Your eyes widened after realizing what he was doing, but you couldn’t do anything to stop it, and you didn’t want to.

It took no time at all for it to start feeling good, your hips bucking and rolling against him while he continued to guide your movements until you getting just too eager and he let you ride him how you wanted, keeping a hand over your mouth and letting him worry if someone were to wake up or not.

He felt your movements wavering, your rhythm getting harder to keep. You were getting close but you weren’t gonna cum if you changed what you were doing now. He went back to guiding you, though it was mostly moving you at this point. James didn’t stop until you fell back against him, your body going limp only with a few twitches here and there.

James ran a hand through your hair, pulling it away from your sweaty face. “Feeling better now?” He asked. You weakly shook your head, it felt great to cum but you were far from satisfied. James chuckled lowly next to your ear, his chest rumbling against your back. “Don’t worry, bus is gonna stop soon, I’ll take you out for some road side assistance.”

Sure enough, just as he’d said, the bus found a gas station and stopped. James got you both up, holding you to his side to hide your wobbling. He made sure the driver knew you were both getting off so he wouldn’t drive off without you, and led you out to the bathroom.

It was very clean but it didn’t matter when he was holding you, his muscular arms wrapped around you, hands groping your ass. His lips moving against you with such hunger.

You tried to slip onto your knees, wanting to impress him, or something, maybe if you were good he’d fuck you again. He stopped you, pulling you back up. “I’m gonna fuck you, ok? That’s all you need right now, don’t worry about me.” He mumbled, holding you up with one arm, his other going to work on your pants, slipping them down to bunch around your ankles.

His hand moved over the expanse of your thigh for a moment before cupping your pussy through your panties. “Did you fucking piss yourself?” He asked, running his hand over the dampness that took up the entire under section of the clothing. “Or do I just make you this fucking wet?”

“That one.” You blurted, looking up at him with a desperation in your eyes. “Please, need you so bad.” Your knees were already buckling.

James chuckled softly and nodded, tugging your panties to the side and gliding two fingers through your slick folds before pushing a thick digit in, making you moan. He started pumping his finger in and out of for a minute before adding another. “Let me know if you need a minute, alright? Need to get you prepped.” You we’re too busy clawing at his chest and shoulders to care about what he was saying, choking back moans because you couldn’t risk the clerk hearing you.

You bit down on his shoulder, muffling your mewls as he fucked you on an added third finger, legs spread and pussy pulsing pathetically. James chuckled and turned your head. “Give me some marks, yeah? Let everyone know what you do to me.” You we’re hesitant for a moment but quickly got over it, biting his neck and feeling his skin on your tongue, you bit down harder. His fingers moved faster, stretching you out and getting you ready for him.

James huffed and pulled his fingers from you, making you whine at the loss of friction you so desperately needed. He let go of you completely. You pulled away, taken aback, only to see a new fire in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I can’t wait anymore, need you wrapped around me cock.” He said gruffly, a drop of slick running down your thigh at his words.

He undid his jeans and pulled himself out, your eyes widened and the girth and length of him; he was huge!

He gave himself a good few firm strokes before lifting you up. He managed to get you on his cock and slowly started pulling you down, using every ounce of self control to not do unspeakable things to you. Only and inch or two in and he hit your g-spot, making you gasp. “Fuck, daddy!” It just slipped out, you didn’t mean to say it, but you did.

James snapped, slamming you the rest of the way down and pinning you to the door, ramming his hips into you at a brutal speed so all you could do was moan. “Say it again.” He ordered. “Say it again for me, pretty girl.”

“Oh, fuck! Daddy, I can’t- daddy, I-!” You could barely form a coherent thought, never mind a sentence. “Daddy! Ah-hah!” You gave up, just moaning it again and again. He was stretching you out so good, hitting every spot, tip kissing your cervix, bruising it, but you were loving every minute of it.

“Good girl, just keep saying it, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good, never gonna think of another man’s dick again, will you?” You shook your head, though you were only processing every other word. The door was shaking, the clerk definitely knew what you were doing now but they wouldn’t dare interrupt you. You were clawing at his shoulders, head thrown back and eyes rolling into your head as your moans got higher and louder, high approaching quickly. James wasn’t much further behind, he often had groupies on the road but when he set his sights on you he pushed them aside.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asked, wanting to be nice though it was getting hard to care.

You stared at him a moment, hair sticking to his forehead, eyes dark with desire and concentration as he hit in you with great precision. “Want daddy to fill me up.” You stated, making James sputter a second. “Want daddy to breed my pretty pussy, make me his.” You repeated more firmly. James’s eyes rolled back at your words, slamming his hips back into you a last time as he came, groaning loudly before resting his head on your shoulder.

His cum hitting your gummy walls was just what you needed to make you cum. It hit you like a bus and you were floating on air in James’s arms.

James smiled down at your dazed state, not quite normal himself but he was better than you. “Never been fucked like that before, have you?” He asked, kissing your forehead while he was still buried in your pussy. “So cute right now.” He purred, pushing your hair out of your face. He got some paper towel, wetting it before wiping you up a little.

He scooped you into his arms after pulling your pants back up and carried you back to the bus, making sure the driver knew you were back on alright. He held you tight in his lap, kissing you occasionally throughout the night while you slept up until he fell asleep.

[yanderes-galore]

Could you do prompts 1, 4 and 16 by asirensrage for Shanks from One Piece?

I can try, yeah. Hopefully it's a good plot for Shanks. Here's Shanks having a favorite bartender.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Shanks Prompts 1, 4, 16

"Do you know how long I've watched you? You're perfect."

"If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple."

"Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Drinking, Clingy behavior, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Possessive behavior, Blood, Violence, Stalking, Forced relationship.

Shanks tends to be at bars. Bars have good alcohol and with a pirate of his status, tend to welcome him and his crew. Even if it tends to run them dry of sake.

Shanks is quite used to parties. Parties happen to be one of his favorite things no matter the occasion. It keeps the spirit of him and his crew up, even as an Emperor.

Shanks had met you during one of his many bar hopping trips. His crew was all songs and sake when you met him. Plus they all seemed to have an appetite you find yourself trying to satisfy with the cook that works with you.

Shanks looked intimidating to you. That's understandable, he's an Emperor. He's got the influence of people like Whitebeard, Big Mom, and Kaido. You fully expected him to be just as arrogant and terrifying.

Yet here he was, clearly not some lumbering beast of a man and he's drunkenly flirting with you... the bartender.

Admittedly, Shanks is charming. He's got charisma to make people trust him and seems more like a protector than the other Emperors. For a pirate... He seemed oddly uncontrolled by greed to you.

When Shanks first began flirting you often deflected or just smiled with a nod. You could see the flushed complexion on his face and knew better than to encourage a drunken captain. You were just here to serve him and his crew.

Yet Shanks kept coming back, even without his crew, as though this was his favorite bar...

Or maybe you were just his favorite person.

You had your suspicions, but either way you got along well with Shanks. He often came to your bar and sat at the counter, chatting away to you when he wasn't partying. Sometimes he was drunk, but he kept showing up more sober just to properly speak with you.

Shanks knew what he wanted. The more he talked to you, the more he wanted you. However, Shanks often tried to respect your wishes.

Being involved with an Emperor of The Sea can be daunting... but he still wishes for a little fling once in a while with you.

Shanks has had his eye on you a lot longer than you thought though. Since he first met you on your island, he's been sticking around. After all... you live in his territory...

Shouldn't he protect what's his?

Shanks is tolerant of other crews in his territory as long as they don't cause trouble. Your bar happens to be popular with pirates, not just Shanks. As a result... Shanks tends to watch over you.

At first it was curiosity... but that soon became infatuation. Shanks found nearly everything about you perfect. When he wasn't attending his duties, he was watching you like a lovesick teen.

Shanks had a feeling you knew somewhat of his obsession. How could you not when his words towards you are always sweet and affectionate promises? Shanks wants nothing more than to keep you close... to always have his eye on you.

Shanks even respected the fact you said no to his offers to take you with him as his own. That's fine by him. For now he'll just visit you to continue making his love known to you with sweet whispers between sake sips.

Shanks only stepped in when he sensed someone was trying to take what's his.

Shanks hated when other people felt they could flirt with you. Shanks always saw you as his, even when he was supposedly being patient with you. He knew he was going to have you at some point.

You don't typically have fights in your bar. Shanks' presence usually kept people in line. However...

You've never seen Shanks start one himself in your bar.

This was the day you realized just how dangerous and possessive the charming man in your bar is. It was another day where Shanks was sipping his sake and admiring you. Unfortunately... He wasn't your only admirer that day.

You were tolerating the flirting of a lone traveler at your. Shanks, however, was quick to stand and confront them. You try to calm down the Emperor, saying it's completely fine! You're alright.

To him, this wasn't fine...

That poor traveler was practically dragged out of your bar by the neck once Shanks was done with them.

By the time Shanks sat back down, you noticed the blood speckled over him. You tried to ignore it... he's just protective. Yet you knew the truth when Shanks started drunkenly babbling after a few sakes.

"Do you know how long I've watched you? You're perfect." Shanks chuckles with a grin, eyes looking up at you as if he saw the damn One Piece.

You ignore him, still glancing at the door to your bar. You weren't worried for the traveler. Yet you also didn't want to think of what Shanks said.

He's... just protective....

"Ohh, sweetheart... do you get admirers like that often...?" Shanks frowned, stull unable to pry his gaze from you as he held his cup. "You're such a pretty little thing... I'd really hate to share... They should know you're all mine...."

You tense when the Emperor sits up, gently holding your hand with the one hand he had. You look at him, unable to ignore the dark gaze he held. Despite it looking like he'd kill someone... his held adoration.

"If they touch you... anyone who admires you here or anywhere else... I'll kill them. It's that simple." Shanks murmurs, making a shiver run down your spine. "You're my treasure... not gonna give you up for anyone...."

"Uhh... Shanks?" You start, gently cupping his hand in yours as you clear your throat. "Thank you but... I'm alright. I think I should cut you off on the drinks... you're worked up...."

"Mmm... anything for you, sweetheart...." The Emperor mumbles, kissing your hands gently before pulling away.

After that Shanks seemed... mostly controlled.

Yet you still feared his growing obsession.

Unfortunately, Shanks wasn't getting over his infatuation over you, his favorite bartender. He kept offering for you to join his crew, to accompany him by his side. That, or at the very least, be his love officially and let him visit you often.

You kept trying to comply... but Shanks kept getting persistent.

Shanks is obsessed with the idea of taking care of you. He doesn't want to share you with any other drunk traveler. While taking you on his crew is dangerous... it's the only way for him to keep you to himself...

Eventually, that's good enough for him.

"My love... This is better for you. You won't have to work for anyone. You'll be mine...."

Shanks hated that you ignored his reasoning. He told you it was safer to take you with him on his ship in his fleet. It was a partial lie... in reality he wanted you for himself alone... but he was an Emperor.

You should be happy. You'll have a man who can protect, provide, and care for you! Do you hate his company that much...?

... it's a big change, maybe you just need more time.

"Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you." Shanks whispers, looking down at you in the bed you now share. At the very least he managed to coax you into sleeping beside him.

You still refuse to speak to him. Shanks nods with a sigh before scooping you against his chest. He hears your breath hitch... which causes the faintest smile on his face.

"You'll realize we were meant to be, sweetheart... I promise..." Shanks whispers, gently kissing your forehead as he cuddles you in his quarters.

"I knew you were mine since I first saw you... I'll never let you go now that you're mine...."

[couch-house]

Okay I finally figured out Comet's origin story. Long version under the cut but short version is: knuckles finally got to reunite with the surviving echidnas but they didnt want to leave their homes to live on the floating island, so an alien felt bad for him and gave him a fankid <3

Okay so to recap stc canon: Knuckles has spent his entire time on the floating island believing he is protecting it until his people return. he doesnt remember, but he used to live in the ancient echidna city with Tikal and Pachacamac, but somehow was transported 8000 years into the future (present day). This happens after Tikal briefly brings Sonic back in time to help the echidnas fight off the Drakon empire--fish-shaped aliens that discovered chaos energy (the emeralds were made by the Drakons with the echidnas' sacred emeralds, then the echidnas "stole" them back and the drakons declared war). They succeed in beating them back for this battle, but my headcanon (which ended up being p close to what Kitching supposedly planned out) is that after this battle, the drakons come back and end up wiping the echidnas out--those that arent killed are taken off mobius as prisoners/slaves. At some point, some of them are able to escape and form a sanctuary away from the drakons.

Okay now we gotta talk about the Kaamdaarns. The Kaamdaarns are alternate dimension aliens that appear in 113, 119, and 120. They are peaceful aliens with "highly advanced science" indistinguishable from magic, which they use to disable any weapons on their planet and then also to free Shorty from his cybernik suit.

so the STORY WITH COMET GOES... Kintobor helps Knuckles to identify some kind of beacon signal that appears to be coming from other echidnas. Knuckles and Sonic hop into a spaceship (tekno and porker collab) and through a dimensional portal (tekno and kintobor collab) to find the source. they find a colony of echidnas long-established on a sanctuary planet under the protection of the kaamdaarns. the reunion is pretty bittersweet for knuckles bc like. these are people 8000 years removed from his culture. there are maybe some things still in common but otherwise their lives are completely distinct from how he grew up. and after 8000 years, very few if any of them consider the floating island home more than the place they are now. even those that might be interested in going back with knuckles are wary of the risk of leaving the safety of the kaamdaarn planet and being captured by drakons. and for a bunch of ruins... it's not really worth it

so knuckles has once again lost the whole Purpose of Everything He's Done and ummm well it goes about as well as the first time that happened

so he's hanging on by a Thread but the kaamdaarn that brought him and sonic to the village--her name's haven here she is--

says "you know what will fix that? a child." and see above: her making comet. GREAT idea, i agree. i mean the thought was more like "surely there is a way for you to both stay with your friends AND with other echidnas." but same difference. anyway sonic doesnt know what kind of egg that is.

thanks for listening. here's porker lewis as a reward :)

[another-goblin]

Spoilers for 2.3

Some thoughts, speculations, and headcanons about our little dialogue with Ratio (+more)

1. This tells me that Ratio and Aventurine are friends (or as close to being friends as both of them are currently capable of, which isn't much, but still). Yes, what Aventurine thinks about TB could have been them discussing their mission. But I choose to think that they just chat with each other sometimes, because they actually enjoy it. Aventurine feels comfortable enough to just share what he thinks about the people he meets, and he knows that Ratio is interested in his opinions, and he's right. He listens and takes note. btw people being actual friends is my favorite trope for romantic couples.

2. Ratio seeing his relationships with Aventurine, and our TB, and people in general as a teacher and a student and being constantly in his teacher mode made me think. Probably all significant relationships in his life were those of a teacher and a student. He cannot see himself in any other role because he has never experienced it himself. I wouldn't be surprised if even his parents provided him with knowledge and education instead of parental love. This may also be why he's so frustrated with people who don't fit these two roles: normal people not interested in bettering themselves through education, students who don't take studying seriously, most scholars, and especially the Geniuses, for not actively sharing their knowledge or doing anything to uplift humanity.

3. Ratio seeing their relationship with Aventurine in particular this way is appropriately weird and a bit unhealthy, in my opinion (but what did we expect from him), considering that they are undeniably close. But that's probably the only way he knows to show his care for somebody:  to teach them stuff and help them better themselves.

4. On Avenrutine's side, he seems amused by it, in a good way (the way he playfully refers to Ratio in the descriptions of some of the 2.1 quests, "Your professor friend," and so on). He even seems to be a bit proud that an actual professor has taken an interest in him.

5. But what can he teach Aventurine? He might share his actual knowledge. I think the "Death" and "Dormancy" part of his note is him doing that. But he mostly sees his duty as a teacher in showing people that they can achieve a lot by themselves if they stop relying on higher beings who don't care about them and start relying on themselves (with little help from Ratio.)

But "relying on himself and achieving things" is what Aventurine has been successfully doing most of his life. So is it the "little help from Ratio" that matters here? Or is he helping Aventurine stop relying on his supposedly supernatural luck and realize how capable he actually is?

6. This. (btw 'philosophical zombie' means "a being in a thought experiment in philosophy of mind that is physically identical to a normal human being but does not have conscious experience" (from wiki), so basically just some weird concept in philosophy.) But what an admirably in-depth knowledge of his 'not partner' he's showing here. Are you equally interested in the inner worlds of all your students, doc?…

7. Anyways, that reminded me of what Jade said about the Stonehearts, even using the same word 'void'. So. Aventurine has a void in his heart, caused by his inability to protect people he cares about. It's very significant that Diamond gave him the power of Preservation specifically to help him fill that void, to be finally able to protect somebody he cares about. The problem is, he doesn't have anyone to protect anymore (he doesn't even see himself as worthy of protection). Until recently. So, and I'm being extremely self-indulgent here, if Ratio got in danger, Aventurine protecting and saving him would fill the void in his heart. And btw what can boost one's self-worth more than protecting somebody who's important to you? I mean, he should snap out of that 'I'm only worth the money my slaveowner paid for me' mentality sooner or later, I hope.

(the problem is, I'm not sure how it can play out now that he doesn't have his stone anymore. And he lost it, not protecting anybody but nearly killing himself and furthering the IPC's agenda. Although doing something like that without the stone would be even more significant)

Also, I hope Ratio won't realize that, and won't deliberately put himself in danger for Aventurine to save him. You know, for educational purposes.

8. He just runs around helping people, making sure everybody's okay, and, emm, 'enhance their living', that's his thing.  And even broadly speaking, with his scientific discoveries, and him saving people on Herta station. And considering that 'everybody's my student' thing, I feel like he sees himself as responsible for everybody (in his own way).

And some people still think that he's selfish and egoistic. He even gets angry when we ask for an autograph:

9. Aaand that's the third time he disappeared in the middle of a conversation involving Aventurine. I understand him, though. As somebody who also 'detests noisy gatherings', group chats aren't much better.

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ok this was supposed to be hidden in tags but i think tumblr found it too scandalous or something i don't know, i'll just leave it here: the more I write about Ratio, the stronger the urge to just call him Rat, you know, lovingly also whoops sorry, I'm physically incapable of writing short posts, it was supposed to be a short comment about their friendship, how much content can I squeeze out of a half-minute long dialogue?, the answer is yes, but I just had to get it out of my system

[infiniteetcetera]

My next weekly controversial ACOTAR post: A defense of Azriel, because if I see one more post saying he has no personality or is an incel (but also an f-boy apparently) then it’s game over

Azriel is such an interesting and complex character I think it’s an incredible shame so many readers misinterpret him just because his character is shown is small bursts rather than loud blasts. SO i’m not going to try and defend him because this man has done nothing wrong, instead I’ll provide y’all with a list of moments that prove both that Azriel DOES have a personality and that’s it’s a loveable one:

•He tells Feyre that Cassian is annoying right up front (a small thing but I appreciate it)

• He spent the night at Rita’s with Feyre, playing silly games betting on Rhys’ dating life (funny for so many reasons) and making her feel comfortable in an overwhelming situation

•Even though he’s quiet and private, he confides to Feyre he doesn’t know where he belongs after 500 years and feels he doesn’t fit in to reassure her that the feelings she’s having are normal

•He was reassuring and polite to Elain and Nesta when they first meet

•Acknowledged that it was a risk and a sacrifice for Nesta and Elain to lend them their house and was thankful rather than antagonistic or rude (*cough cough Cassian*) and met them both with a protective regard to Feyre but an open mind about their circumstances

•Is so upset by the mysogny and abuse in Illyria he straight up refuses to go there because he will not play nice and polite with these jerks like Rhys and Cas do

•In Feyre’s own words, she trusts him well enough that if Rhys was ever doing something to harm her/locking her up like Tamlin did she believes he would not only save her but deal with Rhys himself if it came to it

•Follow up on above, he spies on Amren against Rhys’ orders. When Feyre asks about it Amren says Azriel is the most disobedient of the IC (some of them could never) because he’s willing to do what is right over what Rhys thinks is right (hot)

•Gave Feyre such a stunning smile after she accepts the mating bond that Rhys is filled with jealousy and ready to attack (that is to say, this man is very pretty and deserves credit for it)

•Amren putting her head on his shoulder after battle because she’s tired and everyone (including him) is shocked but he’s polite about it and also it just radiates male worth trusting vibes

•Was literally bleeding out screaming crying throwing up poisoned and still sassed the king of Hybern for Mor and Feyre

•When Cassian is trying to make Lucien uncomfortable Azriel KICKS HIM (all the Azriel is so mean/hates Lucien people come down to reality please)

•When Cassian implies something rude about Nesta and Mor wants to join in Azriel shoots her a look to stop (yes the Az that is supposedly obsessed with Mor and her opinion of him) and Feyre describes said look as as if they had talked about it many times before so YES EVEN PRE-ACOWAR THIS MAN WAS SUPPORTING NESTA

•Feyre and Mor both agree he’s the only one with manners

•He laughed at Nesta’s sassy comment to Mor because man respects good comedy

•When Cassian makes a sexist joke and implies Az is thinking the same thing not only does Azriel not engage with his tomfoolery but Mor cuts in to defend him as the only batboy who never says such things

•Just the ENTIRE sequence of him training Feyre to fly. He’s so sweet and witty and charming

•So gentle and reassuring to Elain, offering to show her the garden and carrying her all the way up to the house

•Him taking care of Feyres injuries from the flying lessons. Again just always being so gentle and sweet. He trusts her enough not to go easy on her but isn’t cruel and overworking either

•The entire Nephelle story and just the fact Rhys gave the story to Azriel as a “gift” this boy appreciates sweet stories about underdog lesbians with wings and I love it

•Just him paying such close careful attention to Elain and recognizing she is a seer, him talking her through her visions and helping reassure her she’s not crazy (he knows what that feels like)

•Even though he hates Illyrians, he helps Cassian break the news to the families of those who lost warriors in the war

•Just “I don’t see you spouting poetry brother” “I don’t need to resort to it😩🔥”

•BE CAREFUL HOW YOU SPEAK ABOUT MY HIGH LADY

•Eris uttered the word “slut” about a woman and this man ATTACKED. Like I am an Eris stan and I know some people don’t like this scene but it’s the true feminist energy I need

•Ignoring Rhys’ order to stand down but stopping the second Feyre says something bc this man respects women’s authority (t’s literally an intentional way of demonstrating Feyres power right after she was belittled by Tamlin. people act like he was rabid in this scene but it seems so clear to me he was intentionally doing this to support his high lady)

•Was the first to realize something was wrong with Elain (also has a sweet exchange of looks with Nesta over it, like they are homegirl’s designated protectors)

•Just EVERYTHING about him volunteering to get Elain back. Whether you ship Elriel or not this was such a sweet moment. He doesn’t hesitate at all even when Nesta says it’s a death wish and everyone’s sentiment starts to change.

•Everything about him saving Elain and the human girl. Just 10/10 all around, hot, stunning, sweet, incredible, precious angel of death boy

•Az is so badly wounded after the rescue mission that Rhys and the others who see him are shocked but he refused to set Elain down (even though she’s not hurt) until Rhys takes her and the first thing he asks is for Helion to come unchain her (not anything for himself). Again just SOOO sweet and caring whether you ship Elriel or not

•Another Elriel moment but well they happen, Az giving her truth teller is just🤧 he’s never lent out this blade to his brothers or anyone else, we know it has some special brand of magic and he likely does too and he offers it to Elain to give her a sense of safety (again even if you don’t ship them it’s just so considerate)

•”Chain me to a tree Rhys, I’ll rip it out of the ground and fly with it on my damned back” LIKE TELL ME THAT ISNT HOT

•A super small moment but after the war when the boys are watching the sisters/Mor laughing and Rhys starts crying Az tells him “it’s real” and I just think the intuitive understanding and care behind that is so sweet (especially when Az is so misunderstood by his brothers)

•This sounds more like a hate comment to Rhys/Cassian than pro Az but when Rhys admits he and Cassian used to beat Azriel for hours to get him to speak to them and he never would, I think that’s such crazy determination and resolve and also he’s wayyyyy nicer than me for still putting up with them after that

•HIM REFUSING TO SPY ON LUCIEN. I just love that degree of respect it’s made even better by the fact Rhys asks about Lucien a second time bc he literally assumes Az was joking and Azriel’s just like “nope not doing it” (again people who say he hates Lucien, please)

•Him finding drunk Cassian and Feyre and trying to fix their terrible decorations the just chugging some wine himself😭 he’s so funny AND sweet

•”Sit, I’ll take care of it.” I NEED THIS ENERGY FROM EVERY MAN EVER PLEASE

•Also him telling everyone to wait for Elain because she’s literally the one who cooked and them eating before her would be rude and I just IWJDKWKDN again so hot and polite and it’s not even a romance/flirting thing bc when Elain comes back and she/Cas give him the opportunity to take credit he doesn’t at all?? He just did it because it’s right and proper

•Him insulting Amren to defend Elain (and then blushing when everyone laughs at his joke) he’s precious (and funny af)

•Him dying at Elains gift JMEKXNEKD the IC stresses him fr and he’s waiting for someone to free him

•Him being nice about Mor’s awful gifts even though she’s known him for 500 years and still gets him awful gifts and also exchanges lingerie with Cassian to his (and Nesta’s) face even though she thinks Az is in love with her

•Half compliment to Az half complaint about Cassian, but when there’s mention of all the universe research Rhys does in ACOSF Cassians like “Rhys told him and he instantly forgot” but As is super interested and listens intently and wants to learn more and I just love a boy with hobbies and interests😩

•Small thing but when he first sees Nes in the house of wind in ACOSF he smiles and is so polite and Nesta tells us for like a whole paragraph how beautiful he is and I trust that woman above all

•Also in reference to the above, Nesta chats with Az for like 10 seconds and instantly wants to train with him over Cas because she knows he’d be better to her

•Azriel blushing when Nesta calls him pretty✨ (such a sweet lover boy I swear)

•He laughs at Nesta’s insults to Cassian but holds back from laughing at Cassians✨

•The only one who literally JUST ASKS why Nesta won’t train and also sparks the idea in Cassians obtuse head that it might be because she doesn’t want to train in Illyria (VALID)

•I know people have mixed takes about how the scene is written but him asking Nesta if she was pushed down the stairs feels genuine to me, like he asks the question very pointedly serious and focuses just on Nesta, his vague amusement after is only in regard to Cassians dumb reaction but the fact he asked her and the way in which he does it (ignoring Cassians input and still waiting for Nesta’s answer) shows genuine consideration to her (still a stranger to him for all intents and purposes) over his brother’s feelings

•Him paying such careful attention to Nesta and being the only one who never starts fights with her to such a strong degree that even Nesta feels too seen by him

•Such a basic thing (but it’s not when you look at the quality of other ACOTAR men unfortunately) but when Cassian asks him if he wants kids he says it’s not his decision (like this is why I hate the anti-elriel “elain can’t bare his children” argument, I assure you Az does not gaf)

•”Azriel had never said a bad word about Nesta” and i’m not supposed to stan???

•Also the fact he doesn’t like hand to hand combat bc he doesn’t like getting covered in people’s sweat JEKKDKW I know it’s just a gag Cas jokes about but there’s something so funny and refined about that

•Him being so competitive is hot honestly😩 especially how Cassian describes it as not being in an arrogant or scary way but in a very strategic sort of manner, how he’s often the only one who can compete with Rhys (who was trained for this stuff since birth) like YES

•Az getting flustered and awkwardly walking away when he sees how Nesta is staring at him and Cas KEKKDKE i so highly appreciate his balance between confident and shy boy

•Him and Nesta smiling about Cassians stupidity, being “allies against his insanity,” again, Az just being a friend to her is so sweet (and important given it’s like the one thing Nesta needed in this book)

•Not only does he vote with Cas against keeping things from Nes but when Amren starts saying lewd things about her it’s Azriel (not Cassian bc apparently he could never) who tells her to STFU about Nesta

•Amren tells the boys NOT to touch the sword and Az is legit the only one who tries to listen (the ONLY bat boy with brain cells half the time)

•Just the fact that once he starts training the Priestesses with Cas Nesta notes a bunch of them seem to have crushes on him. Like these girls who have been so traumatized by men they can barely stand to be in public feel that comfortable with him so quickly, he just radiates safe energy

•Also a small moment but him awkwardly smiling the first time he sees Gwyn at training and just trying to act casual to not make her feel weird is so sweet.

•Him dancing with Nesta “as easily as breathing” (again, their friendship means everything to me)

•When Nesta asks him why he came to solstice if seeing Elain/Lucien hurts him and he says “Because Rhys wants me here and it’d hurt him if I didn’t come” like HEJEKNDO he’s so selfless for the people he cares about FR (especially given how Rhys talks to him that same night)

•EVERYTHING about his gift to Nesta. The fact he didn’t have to give her one in the first place (it was no one’s expectation, including hers. on the surface he didn’t even get Elain a gift so it wasn’t just a polite thing). The way the gift is literally SO SWEET AND GENUINELY THOUGHTFUL like he took care not just to get her something but to get her something that would bring her joy and be useful (and is definitely based on his observations about her avoiding the fireplace)

•ALSO when she hugs him the entire room goes silent because they’re just that shocked but he just laughs and hugs her gently and then is blushing after like ANDKEKD

•The entire relationship he forms with Gwyn and how he notes shes competitive and uses that to help inspire her in training and even when he’s teasing her he’s so potently rooting for her too

•Him being nervous about holding baby Nyx with his scarred hands like this precious angel IEKKDKW

Most Offending Thing, His Bonus Chapter (the good and the bad)

•Him scheming about a snowball fight for a whole year is hilarious

•Also him including in his plotting that Cassian would be up all night with Nesta (little did he know his boy only lasts like one round, that and Cassian being so horrified at the thought of Az finding out about him being quick off the mark with Nesta, I just know Az is the stamina king)

•Even his shadows just want him to sleep but your boy is too depressed

•I’m sorry but everything about his and Elains almost kiss is HOT people who think it was overly sexualized or something have missed all the first thoughts we get from like every SJM boy about their LI (ROWAN IN QOS FR) and also the fact that this tension has obviously been brewing for a while??? he’s been avoiding her because it’s that palpable and ELAIN KNOWS IT. it’s a mutual thing it doesnt mean there isn’t romance beneath it or that he’s a creep for wanting her after a year of putting off his feelings

Brief interlude, his offending lines:

•”My two brothers are with two of those sisters but the third was given to another” - the language here might make you uncomfortable but that’s because MATING BONDS ARE UNCOMFORTABLE. we’re told by Rhys himself that they’re often used to “give” a female to a male. the distinction he makes here that Feyre/Nes are “with” Rhys/Cas but Elain was “given” to Lucien is because Elucien is the only mating bond example we’ve followed in this series where the foundation is not love and choice. Azriel does not feel entitled/think he deserves Elain. In this same chapter he feels unworthy to even touch her, stands outside in the freezing cold until he’s “again nothing at all.” Mor tells us all the way back in ACOMAF that he feels completely undeserving of love. Azriel does not think he deserves Elain just because Rhys said so (Az LITERALLY glares at him for saying it). Azriel brought up a valid point (that other characters have too) that the Archeron sisters (who have comparable power) would makes sense all mated to the bat boys (again, comparable power) since we know that’s a crux of mating bonds. Not to mention, Azriel and Elain genuinely just like each other and always have, more so than any of the mated couples even. From a logical standpoint, they would make sense as mates. Even this ships haters say they would be “too predictable/obvious” like SO YOU AGREE THEY MAKE EASY LOGICAL SENSE that’s what Az is implying.

•”Lucien will never be good enough for her” I’ve seen a lot of people use this line to say Az hates/drags Lucien but that’s not how I interpret it at all. First off, all of Az’s other actions (i’ve listed some above) show he’s actually very considerate of/trusting in regards to Lucien. This line to me reads less as “lucien is a bad/undeserving person” and more “Lucien is not what Elain wants” (right after he says she has no interest in him). From Azriel’s POV (and ours my fellow readers) Lucien has done nothing to win over Elain. Yes he’s been polite and I applaud him for that over others actions with their mates (cough cough Cassian) but he’s also never sought her out for a real conversation about the bond, never had any sort of “clicking” moment with her, and still after years just makes her uncomfortable (as far as we and Az know). I think it makes perfect sense to infer from this Lucien is not “good enough” in regards to what Elain is seeking (I think the easiest way I can put this is the idea of “somebody can be perfect but still not perfect for you”). Is Azriel’s opinion a little biased? Yes FS, but also this girl was about to let him do filthy things to her down the hall from Lucien, I say it’s pretty safe for him to infer that she doesn’t want Lucien (and therefor never will).

•”He hadn’t gotten that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to” - I won’t repeat what I said above regarding the sexual undertones in the chapter, but also the reason why Az hadn’t thought beyond this is in the chapter and it’s not because he’s some fuck boy. AZRIEL KNOWS HE CANT HAVE A FUTURE WITH ELAIN AND DOESNT THINK HE DESERVES IT. It’s written all over their interactions together. He wanted to kiss her to have a piece of her to hold onto, not because he thinks he can have a future with her because he knows as things stand he can’t. He doesn’t want to plan to push her/seduce her (like rhys implies) or anything because he doesn’t feel worthy of her and knows circumstances won’t allow them to be together safely. What’s driving him crazy and keeping him up at night with fantasies is that they do both want each other, but imagining a life where they could have more than that and be happy together is impossible for Az because he’s someone who has never prioritized his happiness and does not expect it.

•”I’ll defeat him with little effort.” - Again reading comprehension I beg, this is not a diss against Lucien. If Lucien was the type of guy to invoke a blood duel because Elain chose Azriel (Lucien wouldn’t, Azriel doesn’t even think he would it’s Rhys who suggests it) then YEAH AZ CAN KICK HIS ASS WITH LITTLE EFFORT BC THAT WOULD BE A CRAPPY THING TO DO.

Back to our regularly scheduled programming

•I LOVE everything about his scene with Gwyn on the roof. His vague awkwardness, his teasing of her and trying to be polite, him actually trying to help her train (after we learn Cas has been useless, go figure), and just being so sweet and kind to her in general even though he’s probably still incredibly sad/upset🤧

•This precious boy gets a small urge to cross his arms and is thrown into a PTSD flashback of his father with his mom??? He constantly consciously makes effort not to appear scary/threatening to women because he’s that scarred from his fathers behavior😭

•Listen, I won’t try to entirely defend the necklace thing because I do think it’s weird no matter who you ship Azriel with BUT i will say my best take on it is that it’s a version of self harm/sabotage. Like the only thing that makes sense to me here is he’s subconsciously creating barriers in his relationships with both Elain/Gwyn by doing this which is honestly way less f-boy (a weird take i’ve seen from people, especially given at this point he has no plans to pursue either Elain or Gwyn) and just way more very sad.

FINALLY, sprinkles from HOFAS:

•He’s so FINE in this book

•His silly little things like kicking rocks while trailing Nesta and Bryce to make a point are SO funny

•Him and Nesta working so well together, may not be a point in his favor but it makes me happy

•Azriel loving and defending his mom✨

•Azriel barely snapping at Nesta and then immediately apologizing and saying he loves her. THAT is more emotional intelligence than any other male in ACOTAR has shown

•Him liking club music but also being embarrassed about it? Adorable

•Everything about his interactions with Bryce in this book strike me so hard because you can tell he’s trying to keep his guard up but still has a lot of sympathy for her. I think that gets to the core of who Az is: smart and distant and guarded but also genuinely kind above all

•Also so many small funny little jokes and lines

I COULD PROBABLY SAY MORE AND GO ON FOREVER BUT HOPEFULLY PEOPLE GET THE POINT :)

[stillxnunpxidintern]

Ace X Reader - Get Rid Of That Monster

After being a way for over a week on a mission for Pops and having to sleep on whatever he could and not beside you, Ace was just glad to be back on the Moby and able to sleep in his own bed again, not worrying about animals or weather, as a large storm would arrive soon.

That peace was quickly shattered when a piecing scream followed by his name, as well as something smashing. This caused the Fire Logia to slam the door of the cabin and had his fist up ready to use his power.

Hearing his name being screamed again, Ace quickly ran towards the bathroom throwing opening door and looked around and seeing nothing threatening as he turned to you narrowing his eyes in annoyance.

“Why the hell are you screaming?” he asked letting his shoulder slump.

“Kill it, use your damn fire and kill it for for fuck sake” You ordered him.

He gave you a raised eyebrow as you pointed to the bathtub, looking over he could see that there was a large black hairy spider sitting in the middle of the tub.

“Really! It’s just a spider, it will be gone later” he told you with a roll of his eyes at for how dramatic you were over it. 

"Kill it! don't just rid of it, it needs to be dead dead so incinerate" you informed him before looking in the tub to see the furry 8 legged monster move

"I'm not burning the bathroom down to get rid of a spider" he told you

As he went to leave the bathroom you refused to move arms crossed over your chest staring at him. Sighing to himself Ace knew he was going to need to get rid of it, otherwise he was sure you would do something to kill it, that might be overkill and rather not have to explain to Pops why the cabin was destroy and that meant getting no peace.

“Damn it, fine, I’ve get rid it, you pain in my ass” he declared, looking around the bathroom to find something to capture the spider. 

Seeing nothing to use in the bathroom, he went back into the bedroom and grabbed the empty glass that was on the bedside table and went back in to the bathroom then careful caught the spider. He gabbed whatever big enough to the cover the top of the glass with.

Moving toward to the window, you squeaked and almost jumped when he moved towards you with the spider in the hand before giving you a look of exasperation.

“Would you open the window, my hands are a treasure” Ace told you, showing the glass to get his point across.

You looked at him and glass then hesitantly and slowly moved to the window, afraid the spider would jump at you even if was under a glass. So you quickly open the window before scurrying away to the bedroom, trying put as much distance between you and that monster as possible.

Once the spider was thrown from the window, Ace kind of felt sorry for creature and thrown from the window but he just wanted sleep and wouldn't get it it was still in the bathroom. After locking window he went back into the bedroom after placing the items he used down

Ace saw you in the middle of bed with your feet tucked under

“My hero” you beamed at him, as he flapped down on you and the bed, making you give a little groan

“You know you're never more than 6 feet away from a spider, supposedly and given we're on a ship, they're probably even closer space for them” He stated

Instead of laughing at useless fact, you shivered at the thought and poked Ace hard in the side for, he just quietly chuckled as he rolling off you and wrapping an arm around you pulling you close and kissed your forehead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from these 8 legged monsters...maybe” he chucked before wincing when he got elbow in this side.

“You're asshole” you muttered into his chest, “It's either you get rid of it or you're the getting the blame for a burnt down cabin” yo commented, “So you had better be my hero or you won’t have a cabin anymore” you yawned.

“Don’t worry," Ace chuckled, "I’ve always be your hero if you need me to, plus I like our cabin unburnt and in one piece and I really don't want to have to explain to Pops why we need a new cabin” Ace commented back, "He and the crew wouldn't never let me or us live it down" he finished.

After cuddling for a few moment the both of you moved around into your normal sleeping position before pulling the covers over and falling to sleep quickly.

During the night, you awoke suddenly as the room was illuminated as the sound of rain hitting hard against the windows reached your ears. 

A loud crack echoed a cross the sky, make you jump a little with how close it was and buried yourself into Ace side knowing you were safe and protected there.

Ace woke the booming of thunder and found buried deep in his side with as he realized just how bad it was storming and wrapped his arms around tightly around, more or less pinning you to his chest, pulling the over back over.

"It seems that today, is not your day" he murmured sleepily to you.

First the spider and now a storm that was over raging over the Moby, thank the seas that it was anchored just off one the islands under their protection.

Placing a hand on the back of you head, he moved you around just a little to the centre of his chest so you could hear his heartbeat, and hoped that would drown some of the storm.

When a particularly loud clash of thunder it had you jumping a little more and gave an unhappy noise, keeping your eyes tightly shut.

Ace gently hushed you, his fingers going through your hair while listening to the storm. When the lightning and thunder moved further away till it was just howling winds and heavy rainfall, Ace released you which then allowed you move around and get comfortable again.

Once you got comfortable again this time with your back to Ace, allowing him to pulled you against his chest, as you both fell back to sleep, to the sound of the rain in the background.

----

The following day was bright with clear blue sky as the crew sat on the deck enjoying the warmth of the sun when the peacefulness was broken by Aces name be screamed by you, as you quickly ran out of a door and behind Ace.

"Get rid of it and get rid of Haruta" you told him as you pointed to the door that said commander was coming out with a spider in his hands.

Ace looked at you and then at Haruta who was indeed holding a spider in his hands, it was smaller than the one he had dealt but it wasn't in the cabin do he wasn't gonna do anything.

"It's not in the cabin and it's not attacking you, so I'm not dealing with it, plus it more afraid of you than you are of it" Ace told you, watching as Haruta got closer with it.

That wasn't the answer you wanted to hear, so you smacked the fire logia on the back of the head before running and hiding behind Marco.

"Pops! Marco! tell him to leave me alone, Haruta has been following me with it and you know I hate like spider" you pleaded with Pops and blonde commander .

Pops just watched on waiting to see what chaos happens, while Marco just sighed at his siblings antics and knew something or someone was gonna need repairing or healing if he didn't step in now.

"Haruta get rid of that before you get punched in the face again yoi" Marco informed the commander, who seemed to flinch as a past memory popped up.

The 12th division commander complied and released it into some part of deck.

"Thank you," You beamed, "Best brother" you whispered quietly as you left and headed back over to Ace.

"What happened to being my hero when there's a spider about" you questioned with your arms crossed as glared at him before punching him in arm.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you down on to his lap as he put his chin on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry for not being your hero but I'm not going to kill a spider, just because Haruta was holding it, the spider didn't ask to be held and used to scare you" Ace explained, holding you close.

"Fine, you're forgiven this time" you said with a little huff as you leant back against Ace, " But don't let it happen again"

"I won't treasure" he chuckled.

[flo-zoinks]

Pls, yap about rdr1 Javier. If possible. ^_^ I love him. So much. He is my pride and joy.

I LOVE HIM TOO !!!! Hes probably my favourite after John and Jack

Uhm this will be a long yap btw

I'm not sure what I could say that hasn't been said already but one thing I've been thinking of recently was Javiers position in rdr1

He's considered a 'hitman' for Allende, which is so surprising after seeing rdr2. For a man so proud of the crimes he committed in Mexico to carry around his own bounty poster with full pride to show it in camp, and speak with little empathy on the high power military man he murdered, (unsurprising), then to work for Allende by 1911? It doesn't seem like him.

But!👆👆🤓

In 1907, the newspaper says hes supposedly around in the 'Mountains' of Mexico. Now, my family that live in Mexico are based in one of the most rural mountain areas, which is situated in the north, and quite far from any important cities. So it's most likely Javier too was in the North then, so most probably close to his home area of Nuevo Paraíso. But, its obvious he's hiding, clearly not well enough for it to be reported in the Mexican newspapers by 1907 though. And considering our knowledge that Javier definitely lives to see 1911 as a notoriously famous man of Allende, I believe the government definitely found him before the other way, but instead of killing and trialing him, he was put to do the dirty work of Allende for survival.

But once again, whilst Javier is shown to be able to throw away his own ideals and principals to survive, I think to contribute to the corrupt government, and help Allende kill people like the ones he nearly died to protect, seems too unlikely. John describes him as a 'cynic who was desperate to appear as a romantic' (paraphrasing lol), and saying he had a 'lot of passion, but no love'. So I dont think he would pick survival over life with Allende, desperate to fulfill the idea of himself he wants to be more than anything.

So why does he ?

Well I thought about that for a while, and remembered what he said in rdr2. Javiers family were labourers for Allende's uncle. Whilst he Father was spoken as but a borracho, and probably dead by 1907, like his Mother is, he still has a sister, brother-in-law and perhaps much more family (trust I know how big Roman Catholic Mexican families get) that he cared for. Obviously Allende has a massive power advantage over them, and wouldn't feel too prideful to not use them as a leverage for Javier to do this dirty work.

So I believe he became their Lackey for his family, granting not only himself but his family protection by the biggest sacrifice he could give.

The parallel of his situation to John is so tragic though to think about if you apply this theory, that when leaving the gang they both fall into being the governments little puppies forced into a pit to kill one another. The situation that some of the biggest fighters for freedom, a life without the control of the government, ended up being the biggest puppets of the government. As John says "you just work for a different government", showing their situation as the same, no matter what route you took with Dutch or Arthur, or how you tried to better yourself.

Another point of Rdr1 Javier I was thinking of was the lines he says that stood out to me.

When injured, he shouts "Finish me coward!". This stood out to me a lot, as I think it highlights their relationship a lot by rdr1. (I'm not gonna write about this as a ship comment btw just about the canon as we know)

Javier is the only gang member we can choose to let "live", (although it doesnt really mean anything at the end), and the only one John will appear empathy for as he wipes away a tear after spitting on him. (a strong showcase of his conflicting thoughts and how he wants to hate Javier, and tries to push down and 'wipe away' any other weaker-percieved emotions over the man he knows is in the past.) Javier and John still seem to have feelings of perhaps "brotherhood" or friendship by 1911, of course mixed with hate and brewing of resentment over the years. The word "coward" I think shows that Javier thinks John won't kill him because of that left over friendship, trying to instigate him into letting the anger take over and override that 'unmanly' emotion.

But it also shows Javier's lack of will. Normally in rdr2, we see how Javier's character will still fight to survive even when the odds are 99:1, and try to live without ever giving in and losing hope. But by rdr1, whilst it's still prevalent, its clearly not nearly as strong. The second Javier is injured, he gives up, and accepts he won't make it out. With that mentality in rdr2 as a starved child who'd just immigrated to the USA, he wouldve died instantly. But it seems Javier doesn't want to die, at all, with all the begging lines, but just doesn't think it will do anything. He begs John in an act of losing all pride, simply saying just "please let me go, John", and "Please, don't let me die like this." (THAT BREAKS MY HEART BTW). He fights with his words when he can, but when hes shot and injured and his real words cone out, they are a lot more vulnerable, and suggest a strong lack of will he has left. (Another line he says is just "Tell...tell your wife it's the Lord I praise."

Going back to the point of his relationship with John by then too, something else that stuck out to me was some lines to John. As we hear previously to Bonnie, John had a daughter who died, perhaps at around a toddler age.

Javier knows this, too. He shouts "I hope you and your wife and children rot in hell!", with children plural. Another thing is when he says John should "Go back to your farm!", showing Escuela definitely knows about John's life after 1907. How exactly? Who's sure. But, I partly believe he only could've found out if he'd actively tried to find out, maybe by methods of outsourcing some of Allende's men to check under the guise of saying they are suspecting of assisting the rebels escape to the USA or something. Or, considering how he still remains in contact with Bill enough to smuggle him out the country, could've asked Bill. Either way, it shows that the gang is still a moment Javier won't let go, which could be because of the lack of pride he would have of working for the man he does now. The last moment of pride Javier would have wouldve been in 1899, before the ever described 'vain' man abandoned all pride to hide out in a mountain far from all people.

A final point I think would be that I believe Javier lost himself during the times of rdr1, and actively tries to forget his morals subconsciously. The amount of guilt he would have, including the Catholic guilt, national guilt, and guilt for his family, is too much for one man to handle. Luisa, and many other like the prostitute in Las Hermamas(?) Speak of Escuela in a strong disgust, with the lady saying she wouldnt even "spit on him if he was on fire". So we know Javier is so unliked by the revolutionists, and general public too. Luisa says bad people spoke of him, and I believe from those lines that Javier would've tried to suck out all his empathy to try and lift that sack of weights on his shoulders and mind with guilt, by forcing himself to not care. And by doing that lost himself in his bad deeds and became his own worst enemy. The previously repetitively stated man as vain and obsessed with vanity in 1899 changes to wear a scruffy hair style with dirty, cheap and boring clothes. I see this as proof that he doesnt hold himself to standards he used to, nor like himself and believe he deserved such as he does now.

Anyway I could yap some more but I got a big exam tmrw and just realised its 1am (getting up at 5 yay). THANKS FOR THE ASK I LOVE ASKS, AND U!!!❤❤

What are your opinions ???

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Honestly, if Severus had had emotional maturity, he would have realized that Lily always minimized his harassment by the marauders, like "boys will be boys." If I were Snape, I would have cut off the friendship a long time ago. What would you do in Severus' position?

The problem with Severus and Lily's relationship is that it wasn’t built on equal footing. Lily made a friend, possibly like many others in her life, because she came from a structured family with a solid foundation in interpersonal relationships. Despite her issues with Petunia, we know her parents adored her and were thrilled to have a witch for a daughter, so we can assume her emotional role models were quite positive, which helped her build relationships at school and even become somewhat popular. For Severus, though, Lily wasn’t just a friend. Severus came from a poor and dysfunctional family, his father was abusive, and his mother didn’t seem to do much to protect her son from that abuse. His view of relationships and affection was already deeply distorted by the environment he grew up in. For him, being with Lily, playing with her, was a way to escape what was happening at home. It was a moment of peace, of stability, something he wasn’t familiar with. I genuinely believe he developed a very strong emotional dependency on her and her attention, because, from childhood, Lily represented everything good, everything that made him feel safe and important to someone.

Then adolescence hit, and they had very different interests and goals. I don’t hate Lily, but I do think she was a bit shallow. I mean, ending up with a rich, socially successful bully is pretty shallow. And it fits her character, because at the end of the day, she was a lower-middle-class girl in the Muggle world, and a Muggle-born in the magical world—she didn’t belong to any relevant social class in either. So, being pursued and courted by the most popular guy in her year, who was also super rich and from an important family, must have appealed to her. J.K. Rowling said in an interview, when someone mentioned that Lily supposedly hated James, that “Lily never hated James. You, as a woman (to the interviewer), should understand or know that.” She hinted that all the hatred towards James was an act and that she was actually attracted to him, which tells me a lot about Lily as a person and her values. I would never date a bully, whether or not they had attacked my friend. If I saw someone constantly abusing others at school, I wouldn’t date that person, but Lily did. And I don’t think it was because James made her believe he had changed, manipulated her, or any of the nonsense people say. I don’t think Lily was stupid. I think she knew exactly what she was doing by getting involved with someone who could give her social status, a life of comfort, and a position she didn’t have in either the magical or Muggle world.

Severus clearly went in a different direction. He wasn’t doing well at school, and the rich, popular kids decided that picking on him was easier than going after their rich, pure-blood classmates, because those pure-bloods could get them into real trouble, so it was easier, more comfortable, and safer to go after the weakest link—the poor half-blood. They made life unbearable for someone who already felt that life outside of school was equally unbearable. They bullied someone who was already being abused outside of school, and that’s probably what pushed Severus—if he already had an interest in the Dark Arts—closer to more negative influences.

Lily and Severus grew apart as they matured, and this is completely normal. It happens to all of us as kids. We all had those close childhood friends who took different paths during adolescence, and that’s okay. The problem is that, despite everything, Severus still saw Lily as that symbol of his childhood happiness. She was his happy memory (which is why the whole Patronus thing makes a lot of sense), because he probably didn’t have happier moments than the ones he shared with her. And in the midst of all the bullying and questionable influences at Hogwarts, during the early years, Lily was probably also his safe space. But Lily didn’t see Severus in the same way, and I’m not talking about romance, but rather that she didn’t see their friendship as something necessary, something emotionally vital for her. Severus was dependent; she wasn’t.

In a way, I think that, beyond emotional immaturity, Severus also lacked healthy emotional role models, and therefore he didn’t realize that Lily was actually kind of a jerk. Add to that the fact that he was blinded by her, considering her his emotional anchor, and he probably wasn’t able to see her negative traits. That’s also very common.

I believe that if Lily hadn’t died and Severus had had the chance to have a life of his own without sacrificing all his autonomy and independence to serve Dumbledore, over time he would have matured and gained perspective, because despite everything, he was a smart guy. He would have realized that his relationship with Lily was always one-sided, and I think he could have started fresh and become a functional person. But he never got that chance. It’s been proven in psychiatry that abuse victims who don’t process their traumas remain stuck in the time period when the abuse occurred. In Severus’ case, the abuse started in childhood and continued throughout adolescence, so it’s logical and normal that he ended up being a very dysfunctional adult, unable to manage his emotions properly or set limits for himself when situations triggered him too much. In some ways, he acts like a child. The comment about Hermione’s teeth is childish—it sounds like something Draco would say, and Draco is a teenager. The same goes for many of his remarks to Harry or Neville, which are basically sarcastic jabs from a bratty kid being a jerk. I think we see this best (because it happens between equals, interestingly between two people with significant emotional issues) when he has several confrontations with Sirius. Maybe Sirius’ immaturity is more obvious because he’s a loudmouth and pretty extroverted, but Severus also behaves like a brat, which shows that despite not spending 12 years in Azkaban, he hasn’t grown either. If we think about it, Severus had his own Azkaban: Hogwarts. He had to return to the place where he had a terrible time and experienced several of his worst traumas, to teach, even though he didn’t even want to be a teacher, and he had to adopt that jerk persona to mask all the emotions and insecurities he felt being there. You can’t heal in the place where you were hurt. You can’t heal by giving up your life for a greater good. You can’t heal while feeling guilty over the death of someone who was once the most important person in your life. Severus was stuck in adolescence mentally, even though he was an adult. And this happens a lot with victims like him.

Honestly, despite everything, I think Severus was quite level-headed and pretty decent. Or maybe I’m saying this because I’m more of a jerk than he is, but I would have made James Potter and Sirius Black suffer a lot. I would have found out all their secrets and made them public, putting all my efforts into making them wish they were dead and even have suicidal thoughts. And if a friend of mine had acted like Lily, who kind of laughed when Snape was being abused, I would’ve beaten her so badly she’d lose her nose. But well, I have less ethics than Severus and maybe more temper.

[fsfghgee]

Headcanon (with canon events) for Bi-Han not wearing an armor...

even though he has given his approval and praise for its construction.

He cares more about Cyrax and Sektor than he cares about himself.

He would prefer Cyrax and Sektor to continue covering less risky missions and not directly engaging in battles, not because they are women and supposedly weaker, not even close to being in a sexist way (Bi-Han knows how strong they are and admires strong and skilled women like his mother was), but because he fears losing them like he lost his mother…

But Sektor, being stubborn and very good with words, presented the idea of ​​an armor that would increase her physical capacity and protect her from fatal blows. Thus, convincing Bi-Han that she would be out of imminent danger of death on the battlefield, he allowed her to support his efforts on the battlefield as well, with the assistance of her apprentice, Cyrax.

Killing two birds with one stone, Bi-Han took them to arrest Kuai Liang for his defection, figuring that monks and his brother's newly formed clan would be a way to test the effectiveness of Sektor's armor without putting their lives in real danger.

In a way, he was right, as they were winning until Cyrax turned on them...

Cyrax's fighting Lin Kuei here, the symbol on this NPC's attire is the Lin Kuei symbol:

Also, the Shirai Ryu npcs attires features dark gray with details in the orange color, and the monks are wearing orange attires with a lighter shade of gray. While the Lin Kuei nps warriors' attires are completely black.

Cyrax's defection wasn't something Bi-Han expected even if she did find out the truth (according to datamined intros):

But it happened, anyway...

So, although they ended up in danger of dying, it was not because of the failure of Sektor's armor or the Lin Kuei's inability to defeat the monks and Shirai Ryu, Cyrax's turning her coat that led to a series of events not expected by Bi-Han…

Among them, the necessary retreat of the Lin Kuei, his and Sektor's capture, their containment in OutWorld…

Then, titan Havik showed up with his minions to capture Geras, which he and Sektor tried to avoid because it would condemn them, the Lin Kuei as well as the entire timeline…

'Havik's minions trying to capture Geras'

Sektor almost being taken by Havik's minions too, which he avoided (most likely), since neither he nor Sektor were Havik's targets, only Geras, but Bi-Han ended up being abducted with Geras right after the scene where they were about to capture Sektor (who built the armor that she'll be wearing)...

A lot of things happened and a lot of things not teased in the trailers or found in the datamined script will happen (missing scenes, missing lines, Cyrax's ending, Sektor's ending, Noob Saibot's ending…), and despite the "death threat" in one of their datamined dialogues (because either he refuses to swear at her or Sektor convinced him that punishment for deserters should be death instead of prison now), Bi-Han genuinely cared for Cyrax too (not only for Sektor), but her defection disappointed him and hurt him as much as his brother's did.

......

[jukkaricity]

Veilguard Appreciation Week 2025 - Day 6

Post-Veilguard snippet, this is assuming that Minrathous wasn't saved and Neve was hardened. + a bonus screenshot, Neve you are so beautiful.

Today's prompts for the @veilguard-appreciation-week:

Minrathous | Justice | "You know, I think you might be trouble."

“You know Rana will come sniffing around, right?” Elek stepped next to Neve. He was rubbing his hands together in unnaturally cold air, his breath turning to mist with every word. He looked rather uncomfortable. Neve glanced at him from the side of her eye, disguised by both her hair and a veil. She took a puff from her pipe. 

“I do.” She admitted, exhaling deeply, releasing both the smoke from her lungs and at least a part of the tension from her muscles. She’d been on this job for days. Since Ashur mentioned that the few Shadow Dragons left started disappearing in the catacombs. Since Hal let it slip that some of his regulars didn’t show up for too long. Since Elek mentioned that there were people missing on their rounds. It kept happening. Over and over. Like a cursed game of whack-a-nug.

Things were supposed to get better. They defeated the Evaniuris. Dorian became the Archon. The Venatori were supposed to be brought to justice. And yet constantly she’d see an ex-Venatori or a sympathizer get by with not much more than a slap on the wrist. And yet her workload only seemed to grow. 

“What do you want to do about it?” Elek kicked the frozen over body sprawled on the ground before them with the top of his shoe. He looked somewhat concerned, but Neve doubted it was the killing that worried him. The Threads were not revolutionaries. Not even a necessarily nice bunch, with Elek’s cheery disposition being an exception rather than a rule among them. While avoiding the Templars was part of the job, helping the needy, not so much.

 “Absolutely nothing.” She shrugged in response. The Threads had been doing exceptionally well for themselves since the rebuilding started. If there was one thing that she was doing right, that had to be this. She made sure any slavers were quickly removed from the area. Made sure that nobody would take advantage of the miserable state of Docktown after all was said and done. And mostly allowed Elek to keep running the Threads “business” ventures as they were before. She couldn't say she was entirely proud of all the compromises this required, but her options were limited and Threads took care of Docktown when it mattered. She was determined to keep protecting Docktown by any means necessary. And this included taking the justice into her own hands every now and again, even if it meant that the Templar Rana Savas was forced to come down to the port more often.

“If she finds the body, it’ll be pretty clear he was a blood mage” She continued finally as the two Threads that Elek brought over were finished checking the hideout for anything worth “repossessing”. The place was crawling with undead when she first arrived and the walls were all covered in runes that would, supposedly, assist in controlling the summoned spirits. Didn’t help him much after all.

“The ‘inexplicable’ disappearances in the port will cease. Everyone will be happy and move on. Case closed.” Neve shoved her pipe behind her belt and clasped her hands together with a smile while turning to face Elek directly. 

“It never stopped her before.” 

“No.” Neve chuckled and there was something gentle in her expression. Elek was not sure what was going on between those two, but he was too smart to even consider asking. “But I’m sure the Threads will come back with not a single thread left for her to follow, if she asks.” Elek barely stifled a chuckle.

“Really unfortunate,” he agreed with a nod instead. “But we did our best.”

Neve smiled approvingly. 

“Send word to Tarquin, would you? The passages are safe again.” She spun around with her usual grace and determination and headed off into the twisting corridors. As the metallic clicks of her prosthetic leg on the cold stone quieted down Elek couldn’t help but think she was the most dangerous thing in the catacombs. And that they were lucky she was on their side.