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samandcolbyownme · 4 months

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Summary: full one shot based off of this snippet - I added more details to this one.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, fighter!Jake, fighting, mentions of blood, cuts, bruises, punching, kicking, kissing, alcohol consumption, hair pulling, tiny bit of blood play, biting, scratching, unprotected sex, filth

Word count: 5.3k | not edited

Y/n’s outfit did this fic - here

You stared down at the ticket in your hand, leg bouncing up and down as a raging pace as you wait, very impatiently for your plane to finally be ready.

You wanted to get out of there, your hometown was nothing but stress and tears. You thought that coming home for a little would help things - but in reality, it only made them worse.

Made you want to leave and never look back.

And that’s what you did.

You felt full relief inching closer and closer, but you knew you weren’t going to fully get that until you were on that plane, on your way to LA.

“Now boarding flight number 225 to Los Angeles…”

You glance down at your ticket and jump up, tossing your bag strap onto your shoulder as you wheel your slightly beat up suitcase behind you.

——

As you unbuckle your seat belt, you glance out of the window, smiling as you see the sun shining down on the new world outside.

You stood up, grabbed your bag and waited as patiently as you could to get off of the plane.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you looked around for options on how to get yourself away from this airport. There was a small strip of places that looked alive and open.

You walked into a place called, The Night Owl - fitting, considering it’s almost midnight.

You look around, sighing at the dead energy inside the bar. You give the older bartender a small smile as you walk up to the bar, setting your bag down on the seat next to the one you take for yourself, “Can I get a glass of wine please.”

He raises his brows, “Any particular kind?”

You shake your head, “A good one.” You laugh weakly and he nods, giving you small smile, “Coming right up.”

You look around, nothing really catching your attention, which is boring, to say the least.

You let out a sigh as you turn back around, reaching out to take the glass immediately after the bartender sets it down, “Thank you.”

“Eight dollars whenever you’re ready.”

You nod, digging into your purse. You lay a ten down, “I don’t need change.”

“Thank you.” He nods and as soon as you go to take a sip, some guy slides in between your hair and the one your bag isn’t on, “Haven’t seen you around here before.”

You instantly regretted coming in here.

“Just waiting on a friend.” You lie, trying to just get him off your back.

“Ah, okay. So one time thing, then yeah? Do you live around here?” He continues to pry and you let out a sigh, “Those are some pretty deep questions for someone I don’t even know the name of.”

He stares at you for a few seconds, “Oh shit. Sorry, I was just so caught up in your beautiful-“

“I’m not going home with you.”

He nods, “Straight to it, alright.” He takes a swig of his beer as he walks away and you can’t help but laugh when his friends boo him.

Probably the highlight of the night.

——

You finish your second glass of wine and Mel, the bartender, comes back over, “Can I get you one more before I start closing up?”

You tilt your head, “Just put a little blackberry bourbon in a glass for me.”

He nods, “You got it.”

As you wait for your drink to arrive, you pull your phone out, hoping there’s a slight chance it would turn on.

But no luck.

You sigh, tossing it into your purse as Mel sets the clear glass down in front of you.

“Thank you.” You gave Mel a smile before digging in your purse.

He nods and you lay a twenty down, “Keep the change, Mell.” He smile, “Thank you, y/n.” You nod and look down at your drink, mind racing about why you decided to move to L.A.

Why did I come here? Because you couldn’t be around your family any longer.

Do I have a reason to be here? Because you need to grow.

Can I really fit in and-

“This seat taken?” A deep voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look up, slowly turning your head.

A, very tall, guy with a beanie covering his black choppy looking hair, stands there with a small smile on his lips.

He was fairly cute, you couldn’t lie, so you shake your head, “Not at all.” You smile and sit up, turning towards him slightly as he sits down.

“I’m Jake.” He holds his hand out and you look down, shocked when you see his busted up and bruised hand, “Um.” You tilt your head as you take his hand, “Y/n.”

You couldn’t lie, your heart started pounding a little harder when your eyes were met with his bruised knuckles.

It wasn’t something you were really expecting to see right off the bat, but you still felt - safe.

You look up at him and a smile spreads across his have as you speak, “I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Are you okay? Do you need like medical attention or something?”

He shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink, “Nah, nah. I’m alright, sweetheart.”

Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your cheeks growing redder.

“Thank you for asking.” He smiles and you nod, “I mean, if you say so.” You laugh slightly, eyes moving back down to fixate on your freshly manicured hand in his.

The deep colored bruising and the dark red scabs not only intrigued you in a, what do you do on a daily basis kind of way, but also in a wow nothing has ever turned you on like this before way, too.

“You can ask.” Jake’s voice causes your eyes to snap up to his, “what?”

He chuckles, sipping on his drink, “I said. You can ask.”

“Uh, ask what?” You play dumb and Jake squeezes your fingers that are still lingering on his palm. He leans in and his eyes move from your lips to your eyes, “Ask me what I do to make my hands look like this.”

You felt your stomach flip and you tilt your head slightly as your eyes move between his.

A slight smirk plays with your lips, “Tell me, Jake.” You circle his palm with your fingers slowly, “What do you do to get your hands all beat up like this?”

Jake looks up at the clock, “Actually, come with me.”

Usually, a guy telling a girl he just met to, come with me, would usually raise red flags, but you’ve basically held Jake’s hand the whole time have been sitting here chatting.

Jake, as already said, and still as weird as it sounds, makes you feel safe, so you had no problem following him to his car.

“Here. You can put your bags in there for now.” You nod as you watch him open the back door. You nod and toss your duffle in before Jake lifts your suitcase and lays it on the seat, “Alright.” He closes the door and holds his hand out, “Follow me.”

You take his hand, waking with him around the building of the bar you were just in, “Where are we going?” You ask as you walk under Jake’s arm.

He turns, arm still on the door, a smirk on his lips as you look back at him, “You scared, darlin’?”

A smirk grows on your lips as you shake your head, “No. I trust you.”

He nods, taking your hand into his again, “Atta girl.”

You smile to yourself as you look around once you reach the bottom of the long staircase, “What is this place? Looks like an old subway station.” Your eyes fall to him as he stops and you can hear faint shouting and chanting coming from, somewhere.

Jake reaches for the handle of the old door, “You’re good.” Your eyes watch as his busted up and ring cladded fingers wrap around the handle, “And this..” he opens the door, “..Is how my hands get all fucked up.”

You raise your brows and he nods towards the open door, “Just stay with me. You’ll be good.”

You walk in and the shouting grows louder the further into the green lit room you go. Jake walks you up to a balcony and your eyes scan down over the scene below you, taking in what you’re actually witnessing.

You take a sharp breath as the one guy below in a ring formed by the, what you can only assume is, members, takes a bad punch to the jaw.

“Knocked out.” Jake says in a low voice as he leans in towards you. You smile slightly, “So what..” you bite your lip and look up at him, “You fight for a living?”

Jake turns around, crossing his arms as he puts an unlit cigarette in between his lips, “You can say that.”

“I know he’s here!” A guy, who is very angry, yells which catches both of your attentions. You lean over and Jake stops you from going any further by putting his hand flat on your chest.

You look from Jake, back down to the pit below you, and see a guy spinning around slowly, looking at each crowd member in the face, “Webber. Where the fuck you at, brother?”

You look over at Jake who shakes his head laughing, “I knew he’d show up sooner or later.” Jake flicks the ash off of his cigarette.

“Is he looking for you?” You ask as your brows shoot upward. Jake nods, “Uh huh.” He lets out an exaggerated sigh and holds the burning cigarette between his lips as he starts to take his rings off.

He extends his hand out to you, “Can you be a doll and hold these for me, please?”

You nod, looking down to your hand as you bring it up and open it, allowing him to drop his collection of rings into your palm.

He flashes you a smile, “Thanks, now stay close to me on the way down and at the front of the ring when I’m in it, got it?.”

You give him a few nods as you stuff his rings into your pocket before quickly taking his hand, following him down a rickety looking spiral staircase.

Everyone looks towards you and Jake. Their eyes moving between the two of you, and right now. In this moment, you have never felt so out of place somewhere - and your cream colored cardigan was surely bound to make you stick out like a sore thumb.

Jake pulls you through the crowd, his grip tight on your body. You did feel super safe with him, especially now with knowing he can actually fight. You stop as you get to the opening and Jake shrugs off his jacket, “Heard you were lookin’ for me.”

Your eyes scan up and down his back. His tattoos, scars, fresh and old bruises moving with his muscles.

You take his jacket as he extends his arm back, almost like muscle memory. The guy cracks his knuckles and then lifts his hand to his chin, “Wanted to take a crack at knocking you down from your rankin’ a lil bit.”

You were interested to know what Jake’s rank was.

He cracks his neck and Jake puts his hand to his ear, “And what rank would that be?”

The guy across from him laughs, “I’m here to remove your title as undefeated champion, Mr. Jake Webber.”

Undefeated champion.. You feel your heart beat harder when you hear the words roar off his tongue. Your breath gets caught in your throat.

You were the safest person in this room.

Jake slips his shirt off over his head, you also take that and drape it over his jacket. Jake quickly stretches his arms a few times and shrugs, “Let’s see you try.”

He motions with his hand, “Bring it, big boy.”

Even though you were smiling behind your fingers, you were nervously chewing on your nails, too. You just met this guy and if he gets hurt, it’s like you’d be able to feel the pain, too.

The guy wasn’t any bigger than Jake, though. Well, ego wise, definitely.

Jake looked back at you, giving you a wink before looking back at the guy walking over to him, fists balled and ready to swing.

You hold your breath as you wait for the first punch to be thrown.

Jake moves, getting them to walk in a circle, getting the crowd amped up right before the guy swings on Jake, groaning in frustration when Jake dodges it.

The longer you stood there, watching it all play out, the more you felt like you belonged there, and walking in with Jake really seemed to help that - hell, especially now with knowing he’s an undefeated champ and all.

Jake swings, popping the guy in his jaw and he laughs, “I think you have the theater and the ring mixed up, there pal.” Jake shoots, cocking his head, “I’m here to fight, not dance.”

The guy lets out a loud yell as he runs towards Jake, and you gasp as Jake’s back meets the dark, blood stained concrete below him.

The guy pulls his arm back just to swing but Jake quickly manages to escape and get two punches to his face before scurrying to stand up.

You were impressed, absolutely mesmerized with seeing Jake like this. The sweat glistening off his body in the glowing green lights.

The way he can take more than a punch and not bat an eye, fuck. You practically had to wipe the drool off of your chin before anyone noticed.

“Come on, Jake.” You mumble to yourself, bouncing up and down in your spot. Jake’s head snaps to the left as he eats another punch, his cheek busted open slightly, but not as bad as the other guys. Yet.

Your lip is pulled tightly between your teeth, biting down harder each time Jake gets hit. Your eyes watch as he stumbles back, falling at your feet.

Before you can bend down to try and help him, he’s already halfway up your body.

You knew what was coming, as he drug his face up extremely really close to yours.

Your heart is beating at a high rate speed. His lips press to yours, giving you a sloppy, but still the hottest kiss you’ve ever received in your life, before he pulls away, a cocky smirk on his face.

The crowd goes absolutely mad, but you ignore that as you hold your stare on Jake. Focusing on him to get yet, another win.

You were also too into watching him completely obliterate this prick, to realize that Jake’s blood was smeared on to your face now, too.

“Alright. Alright.” A guy goes out, pulling Jake off of the weakened figure lying on the ground. Jake stands up, turning out and holding his arm up.

The crowd goes absolutely wild.

And so do you.

The arm that isn’t holding his jacket gets thrown into the air as you jump up and down smiling at the people around you.

You were so proud of him, and he noticed that right away.

Jake looks around for a second before locking his eyes onto you again. He smirks and nods his head, cocking his jaw as he snatches the money from the guy’s hand and immediately walks over to you.

“That was so ho-“

He cuts you off as he pulls you into him, his arms going around your waist to lift you up off the ground as his lips meet yours.

You don’t even cringe at the new blood mixing with the dried blood on your face,

“C’mon.” Jake sets you down on your feet, arm still around your body, “Let’s get out of here.”

He leads you up the steps and back out into the hall, immediately pressing your back against the old brick wall. His hands cup your cheeks, thumb smearing his blood over your skin, “You look so pretty with my blood on your face.”

You smile and lick your lips, “Sorry for being so blunt but you are incredibly, fucking hot.”

He pulls you in and kisses over your cheek to your lips, “I hope you don’t have any plans tonight, because you’re coming home with me.”

You rest your head back against the wall and bite your lip, “As a matter of fact, my schedule is free.”

He smiles down at you, “Good.” He steps back pulling the dented pack of cigarettes from his pocket, offering you one before taking one for himself.

“Sure.” You smile, “I can get you a n-“

“No need.” He lifts the lighter and you inhale as the end starts to burn. You close your eyes, feeling the buzz from the nicotine do its thing.

“Come on.” He extends his hand out, waiting for you to take it before he behind leading you towards the exit door. He holds it open, his head moving as he watches you walk by him and he’s immediately back to holding you against him as he walks you back around the bar to his car.

“You sure you want to come home with me?” Jake asks as he opens his car door. You look up at him, “I promise, me falling for a serial killer wouldn’t be the absolute worst thing to happen to me.”

“That’s.. actually..” Jake laughs slightly, “I’m sorry?”

You laugh, shaking your head, “That’s a story for another time.” You go to get in the car but stop, looking back up at him, “If I even make it that long.”

Jake laughs, rolling his eyes as he sighs, “Only time will tell.” He laughs again as he shuts the door and jogs around to get in.

“So can I ask about.. that..” you motion to where you walked from and Jake nods, “Of course. What do you want to know, sweetheart?”

Jake starts driving and you purse your lips, “How do you know when you’re done fighting, like does it have to end in a knockout, or whatever?”

Jake reaches over and your hand instantly moves to interlock your fingers with his, “So basically..” he chuckles slightly, “It’s not over until I win, but yeah. Most of the time it’s by knockout, or if your opponent taps out.”

“Have you had that happen?” You look over at him and he nods, “Oh yeah.” He laughs, “Plenty of times. Guys think they’re all big and bad until they realize they can bark but they can’t bite for shit.”

“Aren’t you scared?” You ask, quieter than the last and he looks over at you for a few seconds before looking back onto the headlight lit road, “Of what?”

You shrug, “I don’t know. Can’t you die doing that?”

“You can die doing anything, y/n.” Jake chuckles, waiting a few seconds before he continues, “I mean, I was at first.. I guess?”

He shrugs, “My first fight.” He clicks his tongue, “I remember this clear as fucking day. My friend told me about this underground fight club that his friend took him to, and you need to know people to get in to this, right?”

You nod, smiling at the excitement in his tone, “Next thing I know, Colby is pushing me into this ring and I come out two hundred dollars richer. So I started working out, boxing mainly just so I can stay in shape with this.”

“I mean.” You shrug, biting down on your lip, “The way you held onto that..” You furrow your brows, “Oh what is it?”

He looks over at you confused and you smirk as you squeeze his hand with each word, “Undefeated champion?”

He smirks and shakes his head, smiling big as he pulls into the parking stall, “Oh..Did I forget to mention that?” He looks over at you and you nod, “I mean, I guess I can let it slide.”

“Yeah?” Jake asks tilting his head.

You smirk over at him, unbuckling your seatbelt before you lean in, “Yeah.”

Jake’s seatbelt is undone and he’s closing the space between you with his hands on your cheeks and lips on yours.

You moan lowly against his lips and push yourself up off the seat to lean more into him.

Jake slides his hands over your shoulders and down your arms, “Mm, alright. Come on. I need to wash this off.” He nods down towards his hands as he leans back.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take a look at your cheek, too.”

Jake stares at you for a few seconds and your brow twitches, “Is that.. did I cross a line?”

He shakes his head, hand reaching over to gently cup your face, “No, not at all.” His thumb gently brushes over the dried red marks, “Just never had anyone who cared about me like that.”

You lay your hand on his wrist, patting gently, “Well, you’re giving me a place to stay tonight, so I feel like if I can help out in anyway-“

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” You laugh, looking up at him, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just, I basically left home without a trace, looking for somewhere no one knew what my name was.”

“So why did you tell me what it was, y/n?” Jake tries to fight back a smirk and you shrug, “I think I just knew I’d be safe with you.”

You were like a shot of espresso to Jake.

As soon as he seen you, he couldn’t shake this constant feeling that he needed to know you, and to say that he was shocked when you obliged to go with him on a random side quest in the middle of the night was an understatement.

“Y’know..” Jake says, hand still laying on your cheek, “That was my best fight, and I’ve been doing this for..” he blows out a breath of air, “Four years now?”

“Because of the guy calling you out?” You tilt your head into his hand more and Jake’s eyes immediately move to your face, voice low as he subtly shakes his head, “Because you were there.”

“Me?” You ask as if he was talking to someone else, which gets him to laugh, “Yes, sweetheart. You.”

You shift around in your seat, the more you sat here and just talked with Jake, you’re finding out all you need to know - and you weren’t leaving without him.

“Can we.. go inside.” You move your eyes to meet his and he nods, “Fuck yeah we can go inside. Hold on.”

He gets out, running around to open up the back door of his car to retrieve your luggage before moving to open up your door, “Okay, here we are.”

You smile up at him, shaking your head as you take his hand to get out of the car, “Thank you.”

He nods, “Silver key, top lock. I got these.” He motions to your bags and you just cannot stop smiling with him, “Okay.”

You take the keys from Jake’s hands, your fingers brushing against his and you feel that same adrenaline you felt back at the fight, starting to course through your veins.

You swallow, turning on your heel to walk up towards his door. Jake’s eyes were burning into your back, he knew there was something about you, just like there was something about him.

You push the door open, moving out of the way for Jake to go in but he stops, “Ladies first.”

You feel shy and giddy around him.

You’ve never felt this was with anyone. You always close everyone out, scared to let them in, but maybe you needed this change.

Maybe this change came with added bonuses, but you weren’t complaining, not anymore.

You walk in, turning around after finding the lights, to see what you can help Jake with, “Don’t your hands hurt, Jake?” Your eyes move from his face to his hands, “They look like they do.”

He shakes his head as he walks over to you, finger tilting your chin up so he can kiss you, “Mm fine, love. Okay.” His lips go back to pecking yours and you slide your hands up his chest, “Is this a one night stand?”

“This is whatever you want it to be, baby.” Jake kisses down your neck, “I just have this feeling like you’re supposed to be in my life.”

You lean back slightly, nodding as you look at him, “That’s how I feel.”

His hands slide down your sides before he gasps, “Oh shit.” He pulls your cardigan towards him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I-“

“It’s okay. Do you have a washer?” You look up at him, not really worried about the blood. He nods and you smile, “Then I’ll just wash it later.”

You eye the mark on his cheek, but he kisses you to distract right before you can say anything about it.

He backs you up into the wall, his hands slipping under your t-shirt to grip the skin of your waist, “We don’t ha-“

“I want to.” You cut him off, quickly regaining his lips back onto yours. He bends down slightly, tapping the back of your thighs and you jump into his grasp.

He puts one hand on the wall while the other moves to your neck, gripping gently as his hips hold you up.

Your lips part as he slowly squeezes tighter, a moan slipping out as your eyes roll back.

Jake’s lips pepper your face in kisses before he releases his grip, “Bed then shower?”

“Yes.” You whimper out, “please.”

Jake smirks, setting you down on your feet so he can lead you up to his room. It would be a lie to say you made it there without your hands roaming each others bodies.

You were eager to see him shirtless again, the sight alone had you swimming in a pool of your own lust.

As soon as you’re in the room and the doors shut, clothes start flying off. Each of you taking turns to undress the other, getting to impatient so you revert to ripping your own clothes off.

Jake tackles you onto the bed, his lips trailing hungry kisses up and down your neck and over your collar bones, “you are so beautiful.”

You run your hands through his hair, just now realizing he managed to keep his beanie on the whole time he was fighting, “Wait.”

Jake looks up, a nervous look on his face and you smile as you shake your head, “No I still want to do that.” A look of relief washes over him as you laugh slightly, “I just realized that you kept your beanie on your whole fight.”

Jake laughs, “That’s because he hits like a bitch.” His eyes scan over your face, “I’m so glad you were there.”

You smile, “I’m glad I got the last flight to LA.”

He leans in, kissing your lips as you feel the tip of his cock rub the outside of your pussy, “Jake.” You slide your hand down, earning a gasp from him as you wrap your hand around his cock to guide it inside of you.

“Oh shit.” Jake groans, bucking his lips slightly which makes you dig your nails into his shoulders, “Fuck.”

You let out a whine as you dig your heels into his lower back, urging him to go all in, “P-please.”

You look up at him, his lips parted as he moves to brush hair from your face, “I need to just.. fuck you feel so good.” He moans against your lips, slowly pushing his cock into you more, “I’m going to ruin you in the best ways possible.”

You whimper at his words, “I trust you.”

You could tell by Jake’s delayed reaction that, I trust you, wasn’t something he heard often anymore. Which is true, he took everything anyone said anymore with a grain of salt.

Mainly the girls he actually tried to give the time of day to, but with you, it’s like he was told directly by the being that created you - you were his and he was yours.

“You don’t have to-“

Jake cuts you off, “I trust you, too.”

You smile, biting down on your lip when he shifts his hips slightly, “Shit.”

Jake’s hand returns to your throat, squeezing slowly as his hips start to move, “You feel so good.” His lips are right by your ear, his voice low, “Gonna make you mine.”

Your back arches up off the bed as he thrusts his cock into you, hard. A moan is ripped from your throat as your legs tighten around his waist.

His thrusts are hard, almost punishing.

But if Jake thinks you’re the least bit uncomfortable, he stops to make sure you’re okay, and you honestly loved that.

“You okay? You’re kinda starin’ up at me in a daze, babe.” Jake laughs slightly and you nod, “it’s your cheek, I think you opened up your cut again.”

Jake brings a hand to his cheek, thumb rubbing over the freshly leaked blood, “Mm.” He winces slightly, “These are always the worst ones for me.”

“Do you want-“

“No.” Jake turns his attention back onto you, “You’re all I want to focus on right now, okay?” He bites his lip as his eyes move to his red colored thumb, “Can I?”

You glance over and nod, looking up at him as he starts to slowly thrusts again. Your brows furrow and your face twists with pleasure as he brings his thumb over, dragging a red streak down your cheek.

He groans at the image, hand snapping down to your hip as his thrusts grow harder.

Your hands find themselves entangled within his hair, moaning out as he attacks your neck, leaving little purple marks scattered all over your skin.

You earn a groan from him when you pull, squeezing his cock tighter with the walls of your needy cunt.

“You keep doin’ that an I’m about to be done for.” Jake groans, “Fuck, baby. Doing so good.”

You whimper at his praise, arching your back and he takes the time to slip his arm under, holding you to him as your legs fall to rest over his thighs.

He uses his other arm to hold up his weight as he thrusts into you at a, now faster, pace.

He had you screaming at this point, the tip of his cock continuing to bottom out against your best up cervix, you knew you were going to be sore tomorrow.

“Need you to cum for me.” He breathes out, “Can you do that for me?”

You nod your head quickly, eyes screwing shut as you listen to his praise continue, “Such a good girl for me.”

“Taking me so well, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, yes, just like that. Oh fuck, just like that.”

Your vision goes white and your grip on Jake tightens as you moan loudly into his ear.

“That’s my girl.” Jake moans, his thrusts growing more sloppy by the second, “Where do you want me?”

Your legs tighten around his waist, answering his question - just in the nick of time, too. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, his cum being held in by his slowly softening cock.

“Fuck.” You breathe out as you look up at him, pushing his sticky from sweat hair off of his forehead.

He nods, smiling as he lays beside you, “Agreed.”

His hand searches for yours, and when he finds it, your fingers are instantly interlocked with his, taking a few moments just to lay there in the comfortable silence.

“Do you want to go for a shower?” Jake asks, tilting his head up to look at you. You look over at him and nod, “Only if you get one with me.”

“That was the only way I was offering it.” Jake smirks, moving to stand up, “Come on, my little fighter. Gotta wash this blood off your face.”

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Ooh hcs for a jealous and possessive Five

This turned more into headcanons for an overly protective Five than anything else, so I'm sorry about that 😅

Five Hargreeves when he's jealous

Warnings: slightly insecure Five, over protectiveness, jealousy/possessiveness, swearing, slight nsfw near the end

Five can get over protective fairly easy, and more often than he'd like to admit

It's not that he doesn't trust you, per say; he's just so used to the painful feeling of having someone he loves ripped away from him that he kind of expects it to happen again with you

However, he's not one to be overly sentimental unless he's drunk so he typically masks these deeper feelings and emotions with being overly jealous and pretty possessive as well

He won't deliberately talk shit about someone (not to their face, at least) or try to mess with one of your friendships on purpose, but he does want to have at least a brief run down on who you're hanging out with

He worries a lot more than he should, especially after what happened with Leonard/Harold. He would never want you to be hurt or betrayed by someone who you trusted and thought cared about you

He just really loves you and wants to keep you safe, always </3

A lot of the time his over protectiveness can come off as jealousy and being possessive over you, and while that is sometimes the case you know he just does it because he cares

When he's truly possessive over you/jealous of someone, it definitely shows

An arm on the small of your back or around your waist, biting passive aggressive comments, an intentionally mean glint in his eyes- these are all things he does in order to let the other person know you're his and he's yours, and they'd better back off if they know what's good for them

Five doesn't feel the need to do those things unless either a) you're uncomfortable by someone's advances or b) whoever's hitting on you just can't take a fucking hint and respectfully decide to leave you alone

If you're flirting with someone on purpose in order to get his attention, he'll have a much different approach

Like I said before, he trusts you, and knows you'd never let it get too far, so it's pretty easy for him to tell when you're just trying to tick him off

He'll let it go on for a little while, watching from a distance, then finally intervene when he can't take your teasing any longer

Once he's whisked you away to a more private area, he has no problem showing you just who you belong to

Expect several bite and scratch marks, hickeys, and bruises on at least you (although he'd certainly appreciate it if you shared his sentiment and left some on him as well)

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kae.. bats my eyelashes at u… vampire diluc…

mondstadt’s wealthiest bachelor is elusive.

you’ve heard of his keen wit, of his business acumen, of his no-nonsense personality. his icy stare is enough to make grown men flounder before him, and greatly contrasts his irises, which glow and blaze like a fire. he’s more local legend than man; rumors swirl, spreading whispers that he can only be seen tending to his tavern or prowling his estate under the cover of darkness.

never in your wildest dreams did you think you would meet the wine magnate in the flesh.

but the local paper you work at is indebted to mr. ragnvindr. ever since he bought up all the ad space, he’s the only reason why the business is still afloat—why you still have a job. when your editor assigns you to write a feature about the businessman, you are told (under no uncertain terms) that the future of your journalism career will hinge on this piece.

so here you are, sitting across from diluc ragnvindr in his home office.

it took you weeks to get into contact with him. after sending countless letters and visiting both the winery and the angel’s share on a daily basis, your annoying presence was noted by his head housekeeper, adelinde. you had to do a significant amount of convincing to get her set up a formal meeting between you and her master; you made grandiose promises about the breadth and significance of this article—you hope you can live up to your words.

you shift uncomfortably in the tufted leather armchair across from your benefactor, his bone-chilling gaze almost too much to bear. it’s dark out, and while the room you’re in is windowless, you can picture lightning bugs flitting between rows of grapevines. you also can’t help but think of how unseemly it is for you to be here in the dead of night (though this was allegedly the only availability on his busy schedule). there’s a bottle of dandelion wine between you, two glasses half-filled with the carmine liquid, untouched.

mr. ragnvindr has an unsettling presence.

it isn’t that he’s unkind or cruel; rather, it’s his aura—thick and charged, almost magnetic. his hair is pulled into a high ponytail, a mane of flames cascading down his back. a high-necked coat, simple breeches, polished boots, and black leather gloves cover all the skin on his body, save for his face. his skin is smooth if not a little wan, a few pale scars the only imperfections you can make out in the low candlelight.

all in all, the interview goes well. diluc is polite, well-spoken, and thoughtful. he doesn’t scoff when you yawn in exhaustion, but instead apologizes for the hour of your meeting. when it’s time for you to wrap up your conversation, you switch gears.

“what do you like to do in your free time? in those rare moments when you aren’t working and have room to breathe?”

he contemplates your question for a moment before speaking. “moonlit strolls are one of my favorite pastimes. i enjoy the serenity of the grounds, the plants and nocturnal animals my silent companions.”

“would you call yourself a night owl, then?”

for the first time all evening, diluc smiles, his eyes crinkling. his lips pull back to reveal knife-sharp incisors that glisten in the gloom. you swallow at the sight.

“yes," he chuckles, voice full of mirth, "something like that.”

#i got lost in the sauce...i hope you enjoy awea! thank you suggesting vampluc i’m so jcbdskajhbsjhdbzjdfbsa over him...#also i hope this is okay i wrote it very quickly lol #diluc x reader #genshin x reader #diluc <3 #༄ kae’s mailbox

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my angels!! Thank you for all being so patient! I took some time away for my birthday and I definitely needed that rest (and more lol). Thank you all for the lovely birthday wishes and lovely messages! You are all the best <3

Chapter 67: Pretend

You were stirred from your sleep, a weight across your chest as warmth wrapped around you tightly. You felt cozy, and refused to wriggle free. Cracking open your eyes, you saw that the chambers were still dark, the hour of the owl upon you.

Aemond’s arms were wrapped tightly around you as you lay curled into his side, arms thrown over his abdomen as his head was leant against the top of yours.

It was calm.

The waters were still.

And you could think.

There was Monkshood in the garden.

You recalled the poem the Septa had sung, replaying it over and over in your head as your eyes adjusted to the dark of the room. Monkshood or Wolfsbane was incredibly poisonous, that even touching the stem could cause sickness. The root was the most deadly, but any part would suffice if you were to use it.

But it needed to be a last option.

Suspicions would immediately be upon you if Aemond turned up dead or poisoned, and the same went for Aegon. It needed to be something you kept as a final and desperate option. Because even if you were going to use it, how could you?

How could you sneak it into either of their food unnoticed?

You would not be let into the kitchens, and if you dared to try, suspicions would be immediately raised. If you were to put it into their wine, you would need to figure out how. Neither the Prince, nor the always drunken King would drink wine with floating seeds, petals or root within. It would need to be crushed, down to a liquid form, or into a dried powder, but even then, your options were slim. You had not a clue of alchemy and could possibly poison yourself by mistake.

Plus, where would you hold it?

You had no tiny bottles or cups, no place where it could be hidden. The maids search and clean the chambers and Aemond no doubt knows of all the hiding spots in the room. Perhaps he was even regularly checking when you were out, or ordering the guards too. It was too much of a risk.

The Monkshood would have to be reserved as a last option, one that you would use in times of desperation. Whether for them, or even yourself.

Aemond’s chest rose and fell beneath your head, the warmth of his body enveloping you. He always ran so warm, and if it wasn’t so cold in the stone walls of the Keep, you would have wriggled away.

Aemond.

He had stood for your honour last night, he had stilled, deathly silent, in simmering rage as he looked upon his brother. He had made comments of resentment towards the King, even if only slightly, in the privacy of your shared chambers. He had even come to the bed when you had called out to him.

Aemond was not as much of an enigma as you thought.

If you could sway him, then the tide would shift in your favour.

You needed to sway him.

“Is it true?” You whispered into the air, unsure if he was awake, uncaring if he wasn’t.

You had his previous confession in your mind.

But he was.

“Is what true?” Aemond whispered back, chest rumbling beneath your ear, voice crackling with sleep.

“What she said?”

What Alys had said.

What Helaena had said.

What they both had said.

Was any of it true? Was this truly fated? Was this something you could not escape?

“I would not lie to you.” He murmured.

And for some reason, you believed him.

Aemond could be as cruel and unjust as he wished, yet he was always forthcoming with you. Brutally at times.

The arm around you tightened, and you felt his finger rubbing back and forth across your skin.

A great fall to tie two threads.

Your fall.

If you had not fallen, would you be in this position?

Would you be forced to do what you were about to?

You shifted in his hold, feeling his gaze look down at you as you sat yourself up, dragging a leg across his hips, seating yourself on his lap. You looked down at him from above. In the dark you could still see the shine of his sapphire eye, and the soft glint of the other.

Sway him to your every beck and need.

You let your hands touch his stomach, skin exposed where his thin tunic had risen in the night. Fingers crawled under the shirt, dancing across his stomach as you felt his hands come to rest upon your hips, watching you move.

“Spool hen Kasta, spool hen Zōbrie.” Spool of green, spool of black, You muttered looking at his face.

“Kessa.” Yes.

“Vējes naejot zālagon hēnkirī.” Fated to burn together.

You felt Aemond begin to harden beneath the heat of your core. His fingers rubbing up and down your hips gently as you continued to watch him. You let your hands glide further up his stomach, feeling his muscles clench as you revealed more of his flesh to the room.

Sway him.

Make him need you.

Make him think that he has you where he wants you.

Leaning forward you pressed a soft kiss to his sternum, feeling his hips push up into you as you did. With timid hands, you grasped the edge of his shirt, slowly pulling it up and over his head. Aemond sat up to help you pull the last of it off, the thin material forgotten on the chamber floors.

The One-Eyed Prince laid beneath you, hair on his pillow fanned out like a halo. He looked so pretty. So dangerous. Like the flowers of Monkshood.

“Lanta hen keskydoso.” Two of the same, He murmured, hands grabbing the bottom of your chemise as you allowed him to pull it over your head.

You were entirely exposed, seated upon a dragon whose fire had burnt many, including you.

Slowly, you rolled your hips experimentally as you looked at him, feeling your core rub against the material of his breeches, his member hard beneath.

“Iā rōvēgrie ropagon naejot letagon lanta hubon.” A great fall to tie two threads, The Prince whispered, and you stilled above.

“Iā rōvēgrie ropagon.” A great fall, You echoed, “Iā ropagon ao inditan nyke naejot.” A fall you pushed me to.

Aemond’s hands tightened on your hips.

“Nyke dōrī jeldan naejot ōdrikagon ao.” I never wanted to hurt you.

“Yn ao gōntan.” But you did.

His fingers flexed on your flesh as you leant forward again, lips barely brushing his, “And you have. More deeply than I can say.” You pulled away from his lips, teasing him, and felt a sense of pride as you saw Aemond lift his head in an attempt to chase you.

Your hands moved down to his breeches, untying the laces, “Let me pretend that you haven’t.” You whispered, looking him in his eye, his own hands coming to assist him as he pulled the pants down his strong thighs and off of his legs.

Aemond’s cock sat heavily on his stomach, hard and thick as you seated yourself astride it, slowly sliding up and down his length, the head of his cock bumping against your bud as it moved through your now slick folds.

You breathed heavily as you rolled your hips again, hands splayed on his chest for balance, finding a rhythm. Aemond’s hands rested on your hips again, gently pulling and pushing you up his shaft as he sighed softly into the room, eye not having left your face.

“Please,” You whispered down at him, rising on your knees to line the head of his cock up with your entrance, “Let me pretend that you aren’t who you have become.”

Slowly you slid down his length, feeling the slow stretch of his girth moving through your core. You sunk down to the hilt, feeling the most full you had ever felt, his fingers twitching around your hips as he allowed you to adjust to him.

“Please.” Aemond whimpered below you.

Dragging your hips forward you felt Aemond’s length rub inside of you, stretching you out as you moved up each inch. As you slid back down you felt the head of his cock nudge the soft spongey spot within.

This angle was so different to laying down and him on top. You felt fuller and more sensitive, and could control the thrusts as you pleased.

You rolled your hips atop, feeling sparks of pleasure begin to grow in your stomach, heat rising into your cheeks as Aemond let you take control of the pace. Each roll caused you to sigh into the air, your hair falling over your face as you looked down at him.

Aemond’s long fingers came to brush some loose strands behind your ear, fingers trailing down your neck as you rode him, goosebumps rising in their wake. He held the side of your neck softly, tenderly, and let you take your own pleasure into your hands. You sped up, thighs burning as you moved, your slickness coating his shaft and your inner thighs.

Sway him.

Leaning forward you brushed your lips back against his, watching as his eye slid shut to kiss you, delicately, passionately. Pouring each and every inch and ounce of adoration and love into you that the man possessed. And you took it greedily, swiping your tongue along the bottom of his lip, begging for entrance, asking for entrance, until his lips parted and he let you in, licking into your mouth as one hand held the back of your neck and the other continued to hold your hip.

Pulling apart from him you whispered again, lips brushing his as you spoke whilst riding him.

“Let me pretend that we have love.”

A tear slid down your cheek.

You had not even felt it appear.

“Please.”

His hand brushed the tear away as he cupped your cheek, before it slid down your neck, down the valley between your breasts until it founds its home, nestled between your folds as you rode him, rubbing skilled, wet circles around your bud. You moaned quietly, sliding your hips back and forth on him faster, chasing your own peak as the sparks bloomed within.

"Kepus." You whimpered, writhing in pleasure atop him.

Pleasure rose like the words of a sweet song, smoothly, poetically, and completely by your choice. It rose and grew within you as you bounced atop his cock and his fingers brought you closer to your peak.

Aemond pulled you down to him kissing you, both hands holding your face as you rode him until he shifted, his feet planting down on the bed as he began to thrust up into you.

But it was not cruelly or quickly.

He kept the pace you had set and let your body slump against him, one arm coming to cross over your waist as he held you, the sounds of your wetness filling the chambers with the slapping of flesh below.

“Aemond.” You moaned into is mouth, feeling the pleasure mount as the shift in angle wound the coil within you tighter, and tighter.

He held your cheek and looked into your eyes, watching as you were lost to the throes of pleasure, whimpers and moans tumbling out of your mouth as he pressed kisses to the sides of your face, cooing as he thrusted up into your heat.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, watching as you rolled your hips back into his thrusts, feeling the coil begin to snap.

“Aem.” You whimpered, feeling the heat in your body rise.

Your pearl rubbed against the base of his shaft with every thrust, and you felt the coil snap. You cried out into the night, back arching in his hold as Aemond continued to fuck you through your release, your own hips dragging down onto his length as a shudder rolled through you.

“Fuck.” Aemond moaned, and thrusted into you deeply, holding himself snuggly inside as he reached his peak. Your cunt convulsed around him, dragging out each and every drop of his seed, milking him.

The both of you came down from your highs together, skin sticky and bodies hot. Aemond tucked your head beneath his chin as he pulled the sheets back over the top of you, still laying on top, cock softening inside of your core.

Aemond wrapped his arms around your body, holding you to him as you basked in the aftermass of what that was.

A test.

Lips came to press a gentle kiss against the side of your head, breath lingering as he held his lips against your skin, holding you tightly against him.

If it was anyone else, it would be loving.

If it was anyone else, it would be comforting.

If it was anyone else.

Aemond sighed, shifting beneath you, cock almost slipping out of your folds until he lifted his hips and pushed himself back in, basking in your warm heat and preventing his seed from being wasted. He kissed your face again and you let your eyes slide shut, thinking of the pretty purple flowers and the man beneath you.

Thinking of if you played your cards right, Aemond could bend to your will.

If you were patient.

You lay atop him for some time, eyes shut and breathing slowed, fatigue working its way through your body as he held you, and one hand soothingly rubbed up and down your skin. A continuance of comfort which lulled you closer to unconsciousness.

“You do have love.” Aemond whispered, thinking you were asleep.

You did your best to not react, staying still in his hold as you felt him breathe in again to continue, sleep beginning to drag you under.

“You just do not see it.”

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I’m finally done with the bird men story. Took forever and I also added a lot of bird facts if you squint.

Yandere Baki Short Stories: Birds of a Feather

Hanayama Kaoru x Afab Reader x Katsumi Orochi

Harpy AU

Obsidian. That was the color (your name) would use to describe the eyes of the large harpy that pinned her down in the snow. His white wings freckled with black spots and his talons were sharp but she couldn’t help but find him beautiful… beautiful like an angel of death.

He tilted his head to the side, the scars on his face were prominent. This snow owl harpy was a seasoned hunter and she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. Yet she couldn’t find it in her nature to be upset with him.

The male harpy was just about to strike this small mortal down until he saw the white feathers under her cloak. She was a harpy too? Impossible… she should be in the skies if that were the case and not scurrying the snow fields like a rodent.

“State your business.” His voice was cold like the snow that seeped through her clothes and yet she was not afraid.

“I fled from my owners.” (Your name) replied in a soft tone. She didn’t want to upset this large harpy anymore than she already had.

The male harpy immediately moved off of her, his obsidian eyes studied her face to see if she told the truth. But the shackle around her dainty talons and her big, innocent eyes told him everything. She was a domesticated harpy… just like his mother.

“Species?” His voice was soft, his obsidian eye held pity in them.

“I’m a dove.” (Your name) replied, a bit of her feathers now ruffled once she sat up. Now he could see her white wings better. She wouldn’t last out here…

“Until the snow melts, you can stay with me.”

“My name is (your name). What’s yours?”

The male harpy turns around and gives her a nod. “Hanayama Kaoru. You may call me Hanayama.”

He begins to trudge through the snow but not before he cast her another look. “Hurry along now. I don’t have much patience.”

(Your name) eagerly followed behind him, being sure not to lose sight of him. Her heart drummed in her chest in happiness.

She finally made her first friend.

Kaoru woke up in the middle of the night when he felt something warm beside him. What was that?

He slowly turned his head around and saw (your name) cuddled into his side. He frowned when her body shivered in her sleep. She wasn’t built for the cold… despite how soft and fluffy her feathers were.

Kaoru glanced out of his burrow in thought. He daintiness reminded him of his mother so he was merely doing her this favor as a homage of his mother’s memory. Nothing more.

Tomorrow he would go to find her some pelts and some berries. Lest he wanted a puffy corpse beside him.

Once spring rolled around, he’d kick her out to fend for herself… or so he told himself.

Kaoru had to lightly kick her away from him here and there whenever she’d get too close to him. Her affection irritated him.

“Just stay on your side of the burrow. It’s cold where I’m positioned.” Kaoru told her in a firm tone. “Remember, you’re only here until spring.”

“I’m sorry.” Doves were social birds, it was her natural instinct to want to be near him. Yet she couldn’t find the words to tell him that. “You’re just very warm.”

Kaoru sighed and handed her some pelts off his side. “Here. You can stay warm with these.”

(Your name) frowned but accepted the gift. She had only wanted to be near him so they could be warm together… but it seemed he had no interest in her whatsoever.

“I’m sorry.” Kaoru didn’t respond to her apology. He simply curled back up into his spot to sleep.

Maybe she could reorganize the burrow so they could be warm together without being near each other? Maybe that would work!

The young woman snuggled into her numerous pelts with a smile.

Kaoru was surprised to find his burrow cozier than normal. The snow owl harpy was shocked to see her evenly laying out the pelts.

“Oh! I decided to make it a little comfier since we have a few more months together.” (Your name) beamed at him, her fluffy feathers puffed out a bit in her excitement.

Kaoru frowns and began to gather the pelts up, much to (your name)’s shock. The snow owl harpy handed her the pelts.

“These are only for you. I don’t need them to stay warm.”

(Your name) put her head down and frowned. She had spent hours on the pelts’ placement to make it comfortable for two but it seemed her efforts only irritated him.

An awkward silence enveloped the burrow. One that Kaoru was confused by but ultimately he settled in to his usual corner by the entrance. The large harpy paid no mind to the disappointed (your name).

(Your name) curled up in the pelts with a small frown. She hadn’t meant to annoy him… maybe she could try helping him with something else?

(Your name) glanced at the red raspberries that were collected on one of the shelves in Kaoru’s burrow. Maybe she could collect berries like those?

She just wanted to help him was all… a shame it would land her into trouble.

(Your name) snuck out during the day. She wrapped a pelt around her cloak as her small feet padded against the cold snow.

This was the first time she’s been out of the burrow since she’s arrived a month ago. And she could tell spring would be near soon.

(Your name) made sure to keep track of where she was going. Her head would glance behind her every once and while to make sure her foot prints were still there. She didn’t want to get lost… or at least inconvenience Kaoru even more.

The dove harpy craved to preen his pretty feathers and to sit beside him but he didn’t like her all that much. It honestly broke her heart. She just wanted to be his friend.

Maybe this misadventure would help her find a home of her own? If she found a decent spot with food, maybe she’d find a nice burrow of her own?

(Your name) continued on her journey, her heart now set ablaze with determination. She could do it. Even though she was a dove, she could survive the wild.

About ten more minutes of walking and she stumbled across a bush full of red raspberries. It was a success!

(Your name) quickly made her way over the the bush, her white feathers ruffled in excitement. She couldn’t wait to pick a couple and take them back to Kaoru…

“What do you think you’re doing?!” (Your name) froze right in front of the bush when she heard a masculine voice. Her head whipped around to see a large harpy with snow white wings at the edge of the pond. His dark brows furrowed and his muscular arms crossed. He looked upset. “This is swan harpy territory.”

“O-oh I didn’t know.” (Your name) bowed her head, the hood of her cloak fell off from the quick motion. “I-I can keep looking- eep!”

The swan harpy now stood right in front of her, his cheeks now a rosy shade of pink.

“I didn’t know you were also a swan…” The young harpy whispered, his tone filled with hope.

“Oh I’m not a swan, I’m a dove!” (Your name) giggles as she shows off her wings to the other harpy.

The harpy held up his white wings as well. The male harpy bounced a bit with each step toward her.

“Still… we’re so similar. I haven’t seen a female harpy except for my adopted mom.” The harpy shared, his expression soft. “You can collect berries, I just thought you were a predator.”

“I don’t think a predator would eat berries.” (Your name) giggled which made the male harpy blush.

“My name is Katsumi Orochi.” He introduced himself with a bow. “I’m a trumpeter swan harpy.”

“My name is (your name) and I’m a white dove harpy.” (Your name) smiled at Katsumi who seemed so happy.

“I could help you pick some berries.” Katsumi offered with a soft smile. “I feel bad being a little mean to you earlier…”

(Your name) felt her heart flutter at his genuineness. Katsumi was really sweet unlike Kaoru…

“I’d love that.”

Katsumi began to pick raspberries with her. The swan harpy cast a few glances at her, his cheeks aflame the entire time.

“So what brings you to this cold terrain? I didn’t think doves live in the snow.” Katsumi asked with interest. He wanted to know more about her… as much as she’d tell him.

“I ran away from my owners and I started living here.” (Your name) smiled at Katsumi who had a sympathetic expression on his face. “I currently live with another harpy but I’ll have to find my own home come spring.”

“Well… you could live with my flock and I.” Katsumi blushed, his heart hammered in his chest. This might be his chance to find a mate… she seemed sweet.

“I’d have to get to know you better then.” (Your name) laughed which made Katsumi blush more.

“Then you can come here to see me whenever you’d like.” Katsumi told her with a grin. “I can show you around!”

She should pursue a friendship with this sociable harpy instead. He seemed thrilled to meet her so maybe she should take him up on his offer?

“I’d love that.” (Your name) smiled warmly at Katsumi. The other harpy gave her a smile as bright as the sun.

“Great!” Katsumi handed her the last handful of raspberries he picked. “I’ll show you where all the best spots to eat are!”

And so began their friendship! Or at least that’s what (your name) thought it was. She hadn’t realized that the swan harpy was actively courting her.

Kaoru was surprised at the berries presented to him from (your name). Her white wings puffed out in pride from all the berries she found.

Kaoru popped a few in his mouth with a stern look in his eye.

“Did you leave from the burrow for these?” Kaoru asked her the obvious, his body trembled a bit. She had wandered out into the snow with no protection… what if something had happened to her? What if a predator caught her? Didn’t she know of the danger outside?

“I did. I found a nice bush a few minutes from here.” (Your name) smiled warmly at Kaoru. “I thought I’d get you some berries since you always bring me things.”

Kaoru felt his heart clench at her words. Was she courting him? Kaoru felt his feathers ruffle at the thought. He had never thought about the possibility of her holding a torch for him but it would make sense. She must want to stay after spring with him since he took such good care of her.

Kaoru ate the berries she offered him with a ghost of a smile on his face. (Your name) was so sweet with all of her courting rituals. How could he be so blind not to see it all before?

“Thank you.” Kaoru told her, his eyes studied her soft expression. Tonight and from now on, he’d allow her to lay beside him for warmth.

Kaoru had decided to accept her as his lifelong mate.

Kaoru placed a pelt next to (your name) while she slept. The owl harpy careful not to disturb her too much.

She looked so warm and comfortable under all those pelts… perhaps he should make a nest of them since she liked them so much?

He should start to look for a bigger home. Kaoru didn’t want to be a bad mate after all. Once spring rolled around, they could have their first brood.

(Your name) often snuck out of the burrow to go see Katsumi. She really wanted to be friends with the kind swan harpy. He seemed so sweet compared to the stoic Kaoru. And she liked how easy he was to talk to.

Katsumi smiled brightly when he spotted (your name). The swan harpy was quick to take her hands in his larger ones. His white wings spread a bit to lightly touch hers.

“I was worried you wouldn’t come back!”

“I told you I would, didn’t I?” (Your name) told Katsumi with a grin. The swan nodded.

“And I told you I’d show you all the best spots to eat!” Katsumi blushed, his hands held hers tightly. “And if you’d like… I can show you my home.”

“Your home?” (Your name) asked with a head tilt. Katsumi eagerly nodded.

“Yes! I built my own home by the pond.” Katsumi puffed out his chest with pride. “It’s big too. I could probably fit a whole family in there.”

Katsumi lead (your name) toward the pond, the swan harpy pointed out various spots for her to admire.

“We have various berry bushes around here and we even have some wild vegetables that grow over there by the willow trees.” Katsumi babbled with a bright smile on his face. He seemed to really love his home. “The flock and I come back here every year just a bit before spring starts so no one else takes our spot.”

(Your name) giggled at how happy Katsumi seemed about being home. He was cute.

The pair stopped in front of a large, sturdy home made of sticks and mud. The sticks were wrapped firmly together with vines. It was impressive.

“And this is my home!” Katsumi ushered her inside the cozy home. She was in awe of how well constructed it was. This must have taken him years to build not to mention the large nest in the center of the home. It looked comfortable with the blankets and pillows… he must have carefully curated each item to impress a mate. “Do you like it? I tried to make it as comfortable as possible.”

“It’s lovely, Katsumi.” (Your name) told him as she admired the shelves that lined the walls full of nuts and dried fruits. She couldn’t believe how stocked his home was with food. He could probably feed a whole family! “How long did this all take you?”

Katsumi hummed in thought. “The home itself took me a few years but I’ve been working on the nest over the last few days. I’m still adding to it until spring.”

“I’m sure it’ll be impressive by then.” (Your name) smiled at Katsumi who blushed a bright red. “It already looks quite comfortable.”

“Y-you can sit in it if you’d like.” Katsumi told her with a shy smile, his cheeks still a bright shade of cherry. “Test it out.”

(Your name) slowly went towards the nest and nestled into it. It was nearly a perfect fit for two with how spacious it was. It could be a little softer though.

“What do you think?”

“It just needs to be a little softer but other than that, it’s a comfortable size for two.” (Your name) told him with a smile. The swan quickly leapt onto the nest and nestled beside her in thought. His larger body didn’t fit as comfortably as her smaller one did.

“Hmm… I’ll have to make it bigger and softer then!” Katsumi beamed with a grin. He held out his hand to help her up. “That way there’s no room for a refusal.”

(Your name) smiled at Katsumi who seemed more determined to make a better nest. The swan took her hands in his with a bright smile.

“I can’t wait for spring time!” Katsumi smiled at her. “I’ll make sure you feel welcomed into the flock.”

Kaoru flew around the land in search for a new home for him and his lovely dove. He needed to prepare for spring and their burrow was not safe from ground predators or from other harpies. Plus they’d need a place where they could find plenty of food, the area near the pond was starting to run scarce since the swans have returned early from migration.

A cave on a cliff caught his eye. Maybe this was it?

Kaoru flew into the cave to inspect it. His wings folded behind him while he explored. It seemed abandoned… and it was spacious.

Kaoru marveled at the shelves that lined the walls and the build in beds. Whoever used to live here must have spent awhile building this… he was happy to have stumbled across it.

Kaoru decided that this would be their future home and he was sure she’d love it.

Katsumi constantly brought her various vegetation and berries to eat with the biggest smile on his face over the last few weeks. They’d share small talk and laugh together every single time. She really liked him.

Just like today, the two sat by the pond and shared stories. This time, (your name) shared more about her past with him. She trusted Katsumi and felt the need to vent to him.

“You can’t fly?” Katsumi asked (your name) with a frown, the swan harpy glanced at her clipped wings. “I can’t believe your owners did that to you…”

The two harpies sat by the large pond where Katsumi resided. The swan harpy was shirtless, his muscles on proud display while (your name) wore her cloak and a dress. Their white wings touched tips.

“It’s so I couldn’t fly away but I think my flight feathers are starting to come in.” (Your name) flexed her wing out to him with a smile. Katsumi pulled her into a hug.

“Well I’ll teach you how to fly once they come in!” Katsumi smiled brightly at her. “Do you want to try to swim?”

“I don’t know if I’d be any good.” (Your name) squealed when Katsumi scooped her into his bare arms. “Hey!”

“Then you can just sit on my chest and I’ll take us around the pond.” Katsumi gave her a big smile and a kiss on her cheeks. “Just hold onto me!”

The swan harpy then went into the water, but he didn’t allow her to get wet. A big smile on his face.

(Your name) was in awe at how pretty the water was. She count believe how different everything was when one was in the pond itself…

“Once it’s spring time, you’ll see more plants and life.” Katsumi told her, his eyes studied her awestruck expression. He was happy he brought her out into the pond. “I’ll personally take you on as many swims as you’d like.”

“Promise?”

“I swear.”

“You seem happier.” Kaoru told her with a nod. The snow owl harpy handed her some berries and nuts he had found. He had noticed a change in her. She used to be such an awkward thing but now she’s grown on him. Kaoru had come to like her company.

“I’m just excited for spring.” (Your name) gave Kaoru a big smile. She was excited to spend more time with Katsumi by the pond. He promised to teach her how to fly… as well as rides on the pond and to show her his completed house. He was such an amazing friend.

Kaoru felt his feathers ruffle at her words. She was excited to mate with him? He was too… he had recently found the perfect cliff to take her to. It was much larger and safer than this burrow so it’d be perfect for young.

Kaoru observed her hum while she organized her new pelts with the others. Yes… he was sure she’d be happy in their new home.

The young woman would sneak out of her and Kaoru’s burrow l to spend time with her friend. Kaoru was none the wiser since he’d be out flying all day doing whatever owls do. He wasn’t the best company anyways.

The star of today’s show was a baby blue blanket Katsumi had in his hands. There was a little swan family embroidered into the soft cotton… but one of the swans looked eerily similar to a dove. Perhaps it was an error?

“My adopted mom taught me how to embroider but I’m not the greatest at it… I’m sorry they’re kind of ugly.” Katsumi flushed a bright cherry red as he handed her the blanket. “I just thought you always looked cold so I wanted to gift you something.”

“I think you did a really great job.” (Your name) took the blanket from him with a smile. This was so cute… he was so thoughtful.

If she looked into it more, she’d realize that his ‘friendship’ was courting. How was she to know that the swan harpy was determined to be her mate for the rest of his life?

If only she knew the little embroidered family on the baby blue blanket was a premonition.

There was a sudden change in Kaoru. One that wasn’t entirely unwelcome but one that was strange. Kaoru now would lay beside her at night and during the early hours of the day. He still didn’t speak much but his actions were loud.

He would bring her more berries and pelts. She felt like the burrow was a large nest at this point from all the things he was bringing. He was always so silent and his eyes always watched her. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought he was a hawk.

(Your name) laid in her pelts, the blanket Katsumi gifted her was underneath her for more warmth. Soon it would be spring and soon she’d be spending more time with the swan… she couldn’t wait to see Katsumi!

She eventually fell asleep while Kaoru laid beside her. His large wing covered her like a blanket. He was happy to see she was happy by his side. He never thought he’d find a mate and here she was… his cute, sweet mate. He was so happy she loved his pelts… what was that blue thing?

And that’s when he saw the baby blueunder her. His obsidian eyes widened in shock and surprise. Where did she find this?

Kaoru held the corner of the blanket up, his brows furrowed together at the small swans embroidered into the fabric. Had she been associating with a swan?

Kaoru felt an anger rise in him when he saw the dove beside a swan on the blanket. Was someone trying to steal her away from him? Didn’t they know she already had a mate?

Kaoru glanced at the peacefully slumbering form of (your name). Spring would be here in two weeks… did she think he was still going to kick her out? He wouldn’t do what he originally told her he would…

Kaoru burrowed into the pelts with her. His speckled wings tangled with her fluffy white ones. His muscular arms wrapped around her waist in a vice like grip.

He wouldn’t let her go… Kaoru would never let her go. She was his.

Katsumi eagerly sat by the pond for (your name). The swan harpy had preened his feathers for hours and slicked back his black hair to look his best for his darling dove.

Next week was spring, the week he’d take her to their nest. Their home to raise cygnets together.

Katsumi smiled when he saw something white out of his peripheral. He turned with a smile but was met with a fist to the face. The swan harpy fell into the grass with a smack. What on earth was that?

“Stay the hell away from my dove.” Kaoru hissed, he flashed his sharp talons at Katsumi in warning.

His dove? Did he mean (your name)? No… she had accepted his gifts. (Your name) had accepted him!

Katsumi was quick to leap up, his wings spread out menacingly. He wasn’t going to back down. (Your name) must be held captor by this owl and that’s why she wasn’t here… he’d defeat him and save her.

Kaoru was shocked at the quick blows dealt to him by the swan. A fist collided with his face and his large wings slapped against Kaoru’s own.

An all out brawl broke out between the two men. Feathers and blood splattered all over the grass since neither one wanted to give up.

“Stop! Stop!” The two men hissed at each other before they separated when (your name) came running over. Her white wings flapped futilely behind her. “What are you doing?!”

“He attacked me!” Katsumi screeched. His once white feathers now painted with red specks. “Are you okay, (your name)? Did this owl try to kidnap you?”

“Kidnap her? (Your name) is my mate, you loon.” Kaoru hissed, the owl flapped his large wings up and down. “Stay away from her-“

“Mate?” (Your name) asked softly with a confused expression. Where on earth did Kaoru get that idea from? “I thought we were merely roommates until spring-“

“You’re much more than a roommate.” Kaoru tried to get closer to her but Katsumi stood in the way. “You courted me and I accepted-“

“I just wanted to pay back your hospitality with berries.” (Your name) replied with a flustered expression. Why on earth would he think she wanted him? He pushed her attempts at friendship away…

“You can’t leave. I have a new home picked out for us.” Kaoru told her, had the swan influenced her? Had he tempted her with his romance? Kaoru could be romantic too… he’d spend more time with her if that’s what she wanted. “We’re leaving-“

Kaoru made a move to grab (your name) but Katsumi smacked his hand away. The swan glared at the owl.

“She accepted me. So you should go.” Katsumi hissed, his white feathers all ruffled. “Back off.”

(Your name) perked up at this in shock. Katsumi…. Katsumi wanted to be her mate too? Was that why he was so nice to her- oh god. She sat in the nest. She accepted the swan blanket with the dove on it. Oh no… no, no, no.

She was a domesticated dove who knew nothing of the wild. How was she to know these two men wanted her as their mate.

(Your name) could do nothing but sit there shell shocked while the two males squared off against one another.

She knew only one could have her but who would it be? The cold Kaoru or the kind Katsumi? Either way she’d have no option but to give one of them a brood.

The dove harpy ultimately came to the obvious decision of Katsumi. The smaller harpy wrapped her arms around the swan with a smile that broke Kaoru’s heart.

“This isn’t over… I will come back for you.” Kaoru told her with a frown before he took off into the sky. He’d scoop her up the moment Katsumi turned his head away and take her to the cliff where she’d never escape…

Katsumi wrapped his arms around her with a big smile. The swan pressed kisses all over her cheeks. He knew she’d choose him… he was so happy.

“I’m so happy… I’m so happy you chose me.” Katsumi was so happy he could cry. “I swear you won’t regret it.

Their wings tangled together while they held each other in a warm embrace. Yes, this was right. This was where she was meant to be… in the sun with Katsumi.

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witch-trials69 · 9 months

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Happy new year, I drew the maximum ride kids (help)

Idk! I have art block and this was fun, I think the designs are definitely inspired by the comics but I added a lot of personal head cannons + a couple more bird features.

Just headshots but I assigned each of them a specific bird too. Some are basically canon and some I took more liberty with like Angel being a white heron. I think it’s neat! Still fits her pure white wings, but I think it fits all of Angel’s weird aquatic stuff nicely. Also; herons are predators and I enjoy making her uncanny. I considered owl too, more similar to Gazzy and possible more in line with all the mind stuff but I just think herons are cool and kinda spooky.

There’s my ramble goodnight <3

#art #maximum ride #max ride #drawing #digital aritst #illustration #digital illustration #angel #iggy #fang #gazzy #nudge #max #maximum ride series #headcanon

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hippolotamus · 6 months

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run to the water (and find me there) 🧜‍♂️

Idk why but this wip has a hold on me 🥰

Is this a slightly outdated WIP ask? Yes. Do I care? Absolutely not. Because I've been holding onto it in case I had a new snip for you, dearest, and today seemed like an excellent opportunity. I reworked the beginning and added more detail, so consider this a New Old Snippet. (all prev snippets here) Enjoy, lovely 🧜‍♂️💖

Eddie Diaz is eleven years old when he meets the love of his life. In what could only be considered a miracle, his parents announce the family is taking a vacation that isn’t their usual week at Abuela and Abeulo’s ranch. Not that Eddie doesn’t enjoy his time there, but he maybe – okay definitely – gets a little frustrated hearing about how his classmates get to go to Disney World or summer camp. This is the year Eddie will finally have something cool to tell his friends. Not only is he going to the beach – in a whole other state! – he gets to take his first ever plane ride. It doesn’t even bother him that he has to sit with Sophia because he gets the window seat. An up close view as the plane ascends through white, fluffy clouds that stretch across the boundless bright blue sky and create a wispy barrier to the world below. Sipping Sprite from a plastic cup, and nibbling on cookies the nice flight attendant brought, he stares into the distance. His body feels like it’s not his own, bubbling with awe and wonder as he admires the curving horizon. He likens the experience to being pleasantly trapped in a liminal space that’s not quite earth, the cosmos or heaven. When they begin their descent, he can’t help feeling a mild sense of disappointment, already anxious to be back in the air. That immediately dissipates when he gets his first glimpse of the ground below. A complex grid of streets and highways even more densely packed with cars and houses than El Paso. From this high up they look like toys rather than functional structures used by real people. While the flight was exciting, the Los Angeles airport is less so. Well, it’s still exciting, but in more of a terrifying, confusing way. Eddie is nervous to look away from his parents or older sister for even a second, afraid he’ll be swept up in the sea of people. It’s a small comfort that his mother has Adriana, his baby sister, strapped to her chest in a carrier. “Edmundo! Help with the bags!” His father snaps, leading them towards the baggage carousel. “Why can’t Soph help, too?” Eddie asks. He’s not complaining and he doesn’t mind helping, but wouldn’t it be easier with three of them? Regardless, it was obviously the wrong question. His father sighs, looking for all the world like he’s trying to maintain what little composure he has. “Because, Edmundo, you are going to be the next head of this family. You, and not Sophia, need to learn to take responsibility. To take care of them. You are the one who needs to learn what it means to be a man.” “Ramon,” his mother cuts in. “He’s just a boy.” “Sí, mi corazón.” His father softens slightly, but it’s evident his mind is made up. “A boy who needs to be ready for life to be thrust upon him at any moment. Better that he prepare himself now.” Eddie sends his mother a grateful smile for trying.

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#still in my 'do what i want' era #one day i'll settle back on one wip #*snort*#until then i'm happy for words to be wording #buddie wip #hippo writes #fic: run to the water (and find me there)#human eddie diaz #merperson!buck #🧜‍♂️#seriously daffi i love how much love you have for this wip #it makes my tiny heart so happy #tease tidbit tuesday

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elsa-fogen · 6 months

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Anon that loves the fucked-up shit here, this fallout is just making everything all the better.

Alastor being offended is perfect lmao, you’re really capturing the man that most people don’t seem to characterize!

Poor Angel wishing it was Val haha, would he still be terrified, just relieved, or a mix?

Love that everyone is generally scared (save for Niffty, who’s just happy to be there!). Alastor does NOT care that they can’t sleep, can’t believe the residents don’t enjoy his broadcasts how dare they

That's right how can they NOT like his brodcast, this is real art!

ALASTOR IS JUST LIKE ME FR. Like i can relate to him in so many things it's getting scary LMAO, i've never could relate to fictional charcter more. Usually I just take traits from chracters i like for myself and with Alastor it's the first time when character has MY traits, it's really fun. LIKE, HE EVEN LIKES TO DRAW! What the fuck?? It's really the first time character i like likes to draw canonically and it's not the thing I give to them as headcanon. And when i was a kid i used to listen to the radio a lot and I wanted to work on the radio EHEHEHRHE

HA! FUN THING, NOW I'M WORKING ON TV FUSDGHYUGHUSIJDHSDKSIU AM I VOX?? I'm at work right now and there's so many ads for radio i insert in the TV broadcast GHSAHGHAGHDGHHAGSD i have this joke that i live in the universe where Alstor and Vox aren't fighting iudhsgdjhsdhgs

Angel... i don't know. I think at first he would be like "haha, suffer, fucker" BUT I DON'T THINK HE COULD ENJOY IT FOR EVEN 3 DAYS. And i'm not even sure if he could kill him if he was offered. After all, it's abuse stuff, and Angel at some point felt good with Valentino... and i don't know, it depends on how much these memories mean for him. I mean, i could go in depth and try to analyze this, but mehh i don't really want to. I just say, i parallel them with Hunter and Belos in The Owl House, except in toh it was family relationships

oh woops this got too long and pointless sorry

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #sudden ask lol #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin angel dust #angel dust

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thedevilsinferno · 1 month

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Roo is a red herring

I think that Roo isn't the "root of all evil" and she's meant to be a misdirection. When examining Roo's design people think that she has a similar design to evil that we see in episode 1.

But upon further inspection there are so many differences for example her hair. At first glance Roo's hair is Firey like evil's. But actually, in the drawings Viv made of her it seems as though it's actually a waving motion. Even the hair that is falling out makes a waving motion. Also, if you look closely at the images Roo's hair is glowing. Like if you compare the black part of her hair to the red, you'll notice that it is a lot brighter and even has some white in it. Adding these elements makes her hair look more like good. It even flows on the same side as good.

I also want to point out that Roo is more associated with the color white than with red. Her skin's white, she has white irises, she even has white in her hair and even though her eyes on her tongue glow red they are still white eyes. She's more associated with light than darkness. Her eyes on her tongue glow, again her hair glows, and her skin seems to glow a little bit. In fact if you look closely at her hair it’s suppose to be white but the red and black kind of corrupt it.

Like looking real closely at her hair you’ll see that there are some parts of her hair that seem not completely filled in. This seems to hint that corruption is a theme for Roo. While I don’t think that she’s eve I do still think that evil corrupted her in some way. Another thing I wanna point out is there are like blotches of grey on her skin. You can see it on her face and her arms and in her prototype design she has a more grayish tone in her skin. She honestly looks more corpse like in my opinion. Doesn’t help with the black bags under her eyes.

Another thing I wanna point out is Viv never said she was a villain. This may not seem like much but Viv is usually very open about that kind of thing I mean she said right off the bat that vox, Velvette and Valentino where going to be big villains of the series. She also said the lute and Adam where villains when they where revealed. When Roo was revealed Viv said she was a looming threat in the distance waiting. She called her a threat but not a villain. The vagueness of her description of Roo may be her way of throwing people off. Now I still firmly believe that Roo is an angel I actually have more insight into that theory in another post. I think instead of being fallen she is an angel that got corrupted by evil and was abandoned by her fellow angels.

Evidence of this theory is her name Roo. Now Roo in that spelling means nothing but if you spell it rue you get the word that means bitterly regret. This makes me think that Roo’s meant to be a character that has a lot of regrets. She always looks tired in her designs probably because Viv puts bags under her eyes. And eye bags on a character usually are a way to show the character is depressed or tortured in some way examples include blue diamond from Steven universe and hunter from the owl house. Now her name could also be using rue as in she’ll make people rue the day. But I digress anyway that’s all for now.

#hazbin hotel #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel theory #Hazbin hotel Roo #hazbinhotelroo #roo

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verosikastrikerstellaexcuser · 4 months

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completely agree with your sto-litz vs Husker-Dust analysis- and wanted to add another little thing that just...kills my possible enjoyment of the former even without the horribly abusive context- the show never bothers to show them having a good time together. Never bothered to show them as friends.

Either it's Stolas harassing Blitzo, him being visibly aggravated and....angst. Lots and lots of angst. Like even if that owl wasn't the literal worse why would I enjoy a ship that....doesn't enjoy themselves? Like Hazbin's latter half being so rushed affected all the meaningful interactions- Husk/Dust included- but I still got to see some genuine moments from them post-episode 4 where they were friends- like Angel dropping Nifty on Husk's head and going full "deal with it bro" or them doing target practice together before the war- those little glimpses of comradery and playfulness you see in people that like the other. Y'know, friends.

And when the show DOES try to show them as friends it's just....so bad. Like the whole childhood friends mess that I won't touch with a 20 meter stick and episode 2x2- ie Stolas ignoring his missing child (again) in favor of getting onto his obsession's pants LITERALLY EPISODES after their whole"break up" moment in Ozzies.... these two can't even be friends, how the hell I am supposed to believe they can be a couple? Again, it's just not fun to watch.

Ah thanks anon! Glad you liked it. I know people have issues with H*skerdust and I really do get why as their ship involves a lot of contentious topics. And Hazbin was so so sooooo insanely rushed. You are basically forced to fill in bits using your own head which you shouldn't have to. But, it still works to me.

I think if you're doing unrequited attention -> requited attention in a story then it can be really tricky to get it right. Especially when it involves very sexually charged attention and not more reserved attention. But I'd say that making Angel a forced sex worker who's being hypersexual to cope is a lot better than making someone with immense class power and who is sexually repressed then go crazy and become obsessive about one specific lower class person he met as a kid and had his dad buy him to entertain him likeee ????

Husk sees through what Angel's doing with his act and he sees some of himself and how he is trapped too. So he pushes him to be better and once they reconcile with Loser Baby he continues to encourage Angel to be better and only THEN does he start to reciprocate affection or admiration or any positive kind of feelings, only when Angel changes and shows that he can be something other than a pot of lewd jokes towards Husk. They they reach that moment of understanding. They become happier together. They don't just make each other actively worse. They had angst but they overcame it. I could see them also having further angst potentially yet overcoming it again in a believable way.

While St*litz? Yeah it really is just misery misery and more misery and there's nothing wrong with making a ship that involves misery. The problem is lying to us that a miserable ship isn't miserable. We as the audience see so much damn misery and little else like you said, yet we're supposed to love their ship and believe deep down they're madly in love in a way that can totally be healthy and they're a great end game? They always seem one disaster away from a huge emotional blowout if they're not having sex, and everything constantly being sexual is only adding fuel to the fire of their issues. They have nothing in common. Huskerdust both have addiction issues, soul contracts, seem to like similar things I'm sure Angel would gladly play poker with Husk or they would go bar hopping together etc. While you have a booksy library nerd and then you have a guy who's just not into any of that. And that could still work but they need to establish other things they DO have in common. Right now we've only really seen the differences.

What would St*litz do if hanging out together? I feel like everything St*las would suggest would just have Blitz disinterested and disrespecting it lol. St*las has been obsessed with Blitz since birth like some kind of weird fixation. Love at first sight... as a child? Wtf? That look St*las gives Blitz all blushy as a child is while he knew NOTHING about the actual Blitz and who he is. That's the kind of crush as a child you grow the hell out of to still be thinking about 1 day as a child years later to that extent is insane and not healthy.

While Blitz meanwhile never thought of him again. Then only had sex with him when they met again as adults out of pity after seducing and tying him up to distract him so he could escape his house. And may I also add that St*las put that idea into his head to flirt with the weird "You're here to ravish me" and "nefarious intentions" comments.

St*las makes this face as he says hes going to take Blitz to his room and handle him. And then says all those comments to Blitz while the two of them are now alone in St*las' bedroom. St*las. Why did you decide to take Blitz to your bedroom. Why did you make that face. Why did you say those comments to someone you had only met as a child for one day and then they broke into your house. Its apparently all not serious, those weird sexually charged comments you began making towards someone you met once as a child and barely knew??? Then. Then why say them at all. Whats the joke? Why would you tell who's basically a stranger alone with you in your bedroom with you a joke like that? That's such a bizzare fucking thing to do.

So then Blitz starts to get physical and flirts back and St*las says he was just kidding with the flirting/jokes (the writing for St*las is so inconsistent and dogshit I s2g) and he tries to back out. In a panic over the book and escaping Blitz keeps going and ignores St*las wanting to back out (fucking GROSS that they wrote Blitz as doing this). Then St*las gives into it? Its just so fucking awkward and gross feeling that entire scene. And its the foundation for their entire adult relationship going forwards. EW. Husk and Angel's foundation is Husk getting him to snap out of being hypersexual and boundary crossing for both their sake's. Blitz and St*las, they never seem to make each other better they just seem to be miserable and constantly lie to each other. They barely seem to know or care what the other wants and needs.

Blitz being around St*las just encourages St*las' insane hypersexual behaviors which bring out the worst in him because yeah those are harassing behaviors and have a weird racial/species fetishizing undertone. For Angel they were a way of pretending he really did like being a sexual object and that's why when Husk called it enough and said he should recognize that his situation is bad instead of trying to pretend he likes it he stopped; Husk wasn't the thing actually motivating the issues. While Blitz absolutely is with St*las, St*las is unhealthily obsessed with him. And that motivates him to abuse his power and to ignore his daughter's needs. St*las shouldn't be around Blitz because it clearly causes him to act in ways which hurt others and himself because he clearly doesn't know how to act right towards Blitz in any capacity. His attraction is not normal or healthy.

#anti stolitz #stolitz critical #stolitz hate #stolitz negative #anti stolas #stolas critical #stolas negative #stolas hate #critical stuff

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