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A Female Tengen Uzui Reader with Yandere Shiva, Rudra, Indra, Loki, Raiden, Buddha and Qin Shi Huang who introduces herself, in a very flashy way, as the ‘Goddess of Festivals and anything Flashy’ and that she calls her opponent ‘Trash’ (Her opponent is pissed and tries to bring this arrogant mortal woman down a peg, only for Reader to WREAK him, winning her fight, in a very flashy way of course) after she’s healed up, (God)/(Human) tells her she was amazing, only for Reader to go “Well yeah. I’m a flashy, glamorous goddess of Festivals, that’s a no-brainer. Not to brag but I have 3 husbands too!” and God/Human goes brain dead for a moment, only for Reader to say “And I saw your fight and what a flashy display of power! If your interested, I’m willing to make you my 4th Husband. After all, a strong and brilliant flashy ‘goddess’ like myself wouldn’t have anything less!”

-When the arena found out the next fighter for humanity was going to be a woman, many doubted you, most of the gods laughed, thinking this was going to be an easy fight, while many of the humans were worried.

-Your opponent, Nergal, went out first, only some cheering for him, as he was such an evil and vile god, the only ones that were really cheering for him were ones that just wanted him to win, not because they liked him.

-A spotlight shone down on the entrance for humanity, and three men were at the top, throwing cherry blossoms down as the door opened.

-Your dual swords, connected by a chain in the middle, was slung around your neck as you skipped out, a bright grin on your face as you posed dramatically as Heimdall introduced you.

-You then pointed at him, leering down at him, “Wrong! I’m the Goddess of Festivals and anything Flashy!”

-Heimdall wasn’t quite sure what to make with you, as your makeup was done dramatically, hair pulled up in matching space buns, and while your outfit was plain, a black demon slayer uniform, you wore a bright and sparkly headband.

-You were quite flashy, blowing kisses up at your darling husbands who all grinned down at you.

-Nergal was annoyed, seeing such a cocky woman as you spun your swords around with easy, showing off before you pointed one of blades at him, “Shame that my opponent is trash- totally unflashy!”

-The gods quickly grew enraged at your disrespect, many jeering at you that Nergal was going to kick your ass while Nergal was fuming, calling you a shameful woman.

-Your battle was the shortest of the tournament, only lasting about six minutes, jaws were hanging, mouths open and eyes bulged.

-You made it look so easy to fight! You handed Nergal’s ass to him on a silver platter covered in sparkles and glitter. You were a seasoned and skilled fighter, anyone could see that, even the other warriors who were all in awe of your skills.

-You were only a little roughed up, nothing major like some of the other competitors, except for one cut across your left cheek that needed some stitches, a lucky shot Nergal had managed to get.

-Your husbands were cuddling you, praising your skills while you were grinning brightly, enjoying the attention, speaking so gently, so fondly to each of them.

-They left after a while, as you needed to get cleaned up, and only moments later a knock came to the door and you opened it, not caring you were topless except for the bandages around your chest.

-The man at the door was stunned to see you in such a state, but you weren’t bothered before he grinned warmly down at you, “Your fight was amazing Y/N! I wanted to come and tell you in person because you were breathtaking out there!”

-You beamed brightly, hands on your hips, “Well not to brag- but I am awesome! Both in fights and in life, I’ve got three lovely husbands to look after me!”

-He was stunned, as he didn’t realize this, a bit dumbstruck before you grinned up at him, giving him a small wink, “I saw your fight too, handsome, you were very flashy yourself! I could always use a fourth husband if you’re interested, since you’re the best and I only deserve the best!”

-Shiva- Was very…stunned to meet a woman like you, you were confident and cocky, but could back it up, you were so soft with your husbands, just like how he was with his wives, you were like a mirror image of himself. You couldn’t help but laugh, which got him quickly laughing, when he told you he had three wives, seeing the comparison between the two of you. Shiva couldn’t help but like you, he wanted you by his side, but he knew he could do nothing against your darling husbands, as they were there first, just like how Shiva’s wives were there first with him. When you brought the notion of combining the two families, his wives and your husbands were shocked to say the least, but they all agreed, as long as boundaries and rules were followed, which nobody was really bothered by. SCORE!! Husband number four and three wives as well! You were living the good life!

-Rudra- Was stunned by your forwardness, your cockiness, but he knew you could back it up and for some reason, he didn’t dislike your bold nature. Most women he knew were more reserved, sometimes, but you were completely different, and he fell hard and fast. Your other husbands were very welcoming, something that surprised the Storm God, as you four were humans, despite your insistence that you were a goddess, but he wasn’t complaining. Rudra learned that despite your ferocity when fighting and your cockiness with everything, you were so soft and gentle with your husbands, and Rudra was no different, you let him lay his head on your lap and he basked in your gentle affections, running your fingers through his hair. He was content in sharing you with your other co-husbands, as they were there first, but he wasn’t about to let anyone else join unless if you said so.

-Indra- Your arrogance annoyed him when you first walked out into the arena, you were obnoxiously arrogant, but as he watched you fight, he couldn’t even lift his cigarette to his lips, in awe. You were cocky, but you definitely could back it up. When you proposed that he become your fourth husband, Indra did have to admit that he was annoyed, but your praise, that you acknowledged him as a strong fighter and worthy enough to be your husband, he couldn’t help but be a little happy. He was not shy, but rather tsundere, with you and your husbands, as they were very welcoming to Indra, while you were so soft and gentle with the four of them, a stark contrast to when he first met you. As time passed, you had him wrapped around your finger and he wouldn’t hesitate to defend you or his co-husbands, something he still gets shy admitting.

-Loki- His eyes were huge and sparkly at your proposal, almost instantly sweeping you into his arms, hugging tightly which made you laugh warmly, liking his enthusiasm. He was like a toddler with your other three husbands, not wanting to share, which got them all competing for your attention, which you thought was cute and they all bonded, using different tactics and Loki had to admit the three of them were quick to grow on him, just like you. Your four husbands were like a pack of wolves, guarding their beloved mate, fiercely, nobody was allowed to approach you unless you said it was okay, you were truly the alpha of your pack. Odin was grateful to you for keeping Loki in check, as Loki liked it when you punished him~

-Raiden- Was like a giant puppy with you, in complete awe as he had never met a woman like you before, confident, powerful, and beautiful, you were the perfect woman! Your co-husbands were very quick to warm up to Raiden, he was so warm and inviting and you got a good show when the four of them decided to have a drinking contest, which you ended up winning. Raiden fit in so well with your family, he was the missing puzzle piece you never knew was missing, your other husbands adored him, finding him fun but easy to get along with, while all four of them adored you. You treated them all equally, never giving any preferential treatment over the other, which they liked, but wouldn’t hesitate to tease each other, like Raiden would hug you close, “She gave me four kisses!” while holding you hostage, so you couldn’t give your other husbands any more kisses.

-Buddha- He liked the vibe you were giving off, you were so full of life and energy, so full of fun, but also so full of love. Your proposal was a bit surprising but he bounced back quick, giving you a warm smirk and almost immediately accepted. Your husbands were surprised to find out you had married a god, getting a fourth husband, but Buddha always seemed to match the energy levels and was just so fun to be around. He was great for cuddling and relaxing, not just with you, all four of your husbands could just vibe and enjoy time together without you being around. However, when you weren’t around, their family wasn’t complete, not until you were sandwiched between the four of them, drowning in their kisses and love before demanding it back, which you were more than happy to do.

-Qin Shi Huang- The former and first emperor had never met a woman like you before, you weren’t afraid to talk back to him if he stepped out of line, you were funny, loud, but at the same time, he felt himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He desired to see what other sides there were to you and instantly accepted your proposal. He wasn’t bothered that you now had four husbands, in his time he had multiple wives and concubines, and he had to admire you that you gave all four of them equal attention, favoring none of them over the others. He fit right into your family, as he was flashy and obnoxious as well, something your three husbands had to learn quickly how to control, as the two of you were quite the handful when you wanted to be, however they wouldn’t have it any other way, else they would be bored.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror shiva #ror rudra #ror indra #ror loki #ror raiden #ror buddha #ror qin shi huang

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acrobattack · 6 months

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bliss redesign based off one I made in my teens

thought process + various other bits and bobs under the cut

I was 15 and annoyed by everything that moved when this character first came out, so in my own head I was very much making a Point with this redesign. Hence, I made very minimal changes. I wanted to work with what was already there and basically just make the existing design more thought-through. Little breakdown ahead (keeping in mind i myself am very much An Amateur who doesn’t know shit and am just ranting about my opinions and i also haven’t seen a single second of the 2016 reboot so i don’t know much about Bliss to begin with)

1. one of my Biggest pet peeves with Bliss is that the powerpuff girls each have bangs that are simple, memorable, and iconic while also being unique from each other and being reminiscent of irl little girls hairstyles. It’s very neat and clever and I like it a lot

and then Bliss has this confusing jumble of shapes that looks like it changes in style halfway across her forehead

i have absolutely no idea what the intent is here. My only guess is maybe it’s meant to look weird on purpose like she was trying to cut it herself or something (I suspect it’s something like that since she seems to have normal looking bangs as a little kid from what I can see) but it doesn’t really come off that way if that’s the case. It just looks like baby’s first PPG OC where you Understand that it’s meant to be hair and that it is made out of shapes but have 0 understanding of hairstyle or character design in general. Heck I might have put this exact hairline on a character in the past at the age of like 8

So in my redesign she’s got 5 even notches across her bangs, not thee most exciting change but it does the job I think. It is pretty reminiscent of Blossom but they look different enough from each other that I wasn’t too worried about it

2. low-hanging fruit time, Bliss’s hair color is horrible on the eyes. I’m bewildered at the decision to do this, especially since there is just so much of it, I struggle to think of how she could exist in any scene without hogging all the viewer’s attention constantly. That said, I understand they wanted her to have an unnatural hair color to really signal that she is a Fresh new Teen character from the late 2010’s, which is. Whatever, that’s fine, so she gets purple hair now. I kept the streak for the same reason, especially since she’s got a lot of hair, so no harm in a little extra interest in there.

I also learned recently that her hair glows sometimes? which i did Not know when first drawing her but well i think the darker color helps anyway. It adds some contrast for when she’s normal vs when she’s glowing and makes the latter appear more,, idk threatening or powerful or whatever the mood generally is when she’s doing that.

I did re-add that toothpaste blue to her eyelids though. I like to think it’s also the color of her lasers. It’s a cute color, just not as like 70% of this character’s palette

3. real talk I was drawing this from memory and didn’t mean to change the way her hair flares out from her head. realistically I think the original is fine, maybe just a little boring but fine, so that part of the redesign was an accident. Only thing is, it’s in the exact same position in every screenshot I’ve seen? It doesn’t seem to whip around when she’s flying or anything which looks weird and probably looks weirder in motion, especially since it takes up so much space onscreen. Idk it’s a strange decision, esp since the original show liked to use the ppg’s hair to emphasize their movement, so I’d just bring more movement into her hair. I mean if nothing else it’d make her look cooler.

very very rough little visual of what I mean

I also ended up making it shorter in my redesign—again, not really intentional, but I think it’s better that it eats up a little less of her silhouette

4. Her headband is largely the same, I didn’t hate the idea of her having an accessory, so I just toned down the colors. I’m not personally a fan of the powder blue and that pink heart is very bright and just doesn’t go with the rest of her (once again the color of her hair is doing it no favors). I also moved the heart over. Not necessarily needed I think, but I feel like it reads quicker as a headband and not a weird crown that way+introduces some asymmetry into her design that I think is nice.

5. my biggest gripe other than her bangs are her hips. I’m not against adding anatomy to this character design to make her read visually as older than the girls, but it’s so awkwardly done and distracting. I feel like it even interferes with her line of action more often than not (which is not helped by her unmoving hair).

Part of the issue is she still has the teeny tiny torso, just… with those square-ish hips slapped on, which makes her legs look all gangly and stretched out. I tried to balance out the proportions more in my redesign, as well as change the hips to a flared skirt. I think it helps differentiate her from the girls and still implies hips underneath, it just also functions as a less clunky transition from her torso to her legs.

Lengthening her torso also allows the stripe to look more like a belt above the skirt, which I think helps to sell her as “similar, but not the same” from the ppg

6. Her leggings(? Idk Im not a fashion person) aren’t a bad idea I think. like a more mature version of the girls’ stockings, but I think the white makes them look really distracting. It would help to make them a darker color I think, but since I wanted to keep them reminiscent of the girls’ socks I kept them white and just shortened them.

7. Not really sure what Bliss is wearing on her feet. I think they’re Mary Janes, but they’re drawn a bit different from the girls’ and I honestly think it’s too babyish a shoe for her to wear. I’m not sure what she’s actually wearing in my redesign either honestly, but the goal was just to make them look like the girls’ Mary Janes while clearly being something different.

8. Uh her signature color is something I’ve contemplated changing a lot but to be real I think it’s fine. I feel it was a very bad idea from a marketing standpoint because people were hype about Bunny and would obviously be mad they didn’t get her once the character actually dropped (and in the long-run she would just end up being overshadowed by the character everyone has already assigned that color to) but I’m personally not bugged by her being purple beyond that. If I were to draw them together though I think Bunny would have a more pinky shade of purple and Bliss leans more blue.

Loosely on the same topic, because of Bliss I’ve had a running headcanon that “only child” types of powerpuffs tend to come out purple. Kind of like how trios tend to have a red, blue, and green. It’s a fun little piece of fake lore to rotate around in my brain

Anyway with all that out of the way, here’s some redesigns I decided to have some fun with. Wasn’t being too precious about recognizability or simplicity or anything like that, but I did run out of steam partway through. There’s also one based off Whoopass Bell bc idk, why not

Finally, here’s some OCs I only ever drew once before out of a desire to give Bliss her own teen girl archetypes to form a team with. This is Bee and Beetle, who I’ll probably definitely forget about again immediately after posting this

#ppg Bliss #the powerpuff girls #my art #powerpuff oc #under the cut anyway #trying to do an interesting background #i got bit by a drawing bug and felt the strong need to finish this post today #i’ve been meaning to put together some art and a little ramble about bliss for a while #largely because idk if or when i’ll ever actually talk about her again #i also skimmed through this post once or twice so sorry if it’s incoherent #anyway this took a long ass time i need to take a nap or something

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pixie-in-a-moonlantern · 6 months

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F/M Durgetash one-shot I birthed within a single day. Dead Dove: I don't like Gortash (hence the title), but I do find him mysteriously, annoyingly attractive. Couldn't get him out of my head - so I tried, the best way I knew how - by writing a fic xD. I hope you like it, but it's not essential to my wellbeing, I just really needed to get this off my chest. But it's been fun, so hopefully you'll have fun too.

Explicit 18+, F/M, Enver Gortash / The Dark Urge (old name Talas, new name Nara, some half-elf or other, unimportant), rough sex, cunnilingus, p in v, creampie, some emotional trauma, light stabbing/cutting with a dagger, a bit of aftercare in the form of bathing together.

Yes, Gortash bathes in this story. TWICE. He really needs it :P.

I Don't Like You

01 - Brain worms having a field day.

The night is slowly creeping in, but I’m in no state of mind to sleep. I pace and I rake my hair and I groan. My friends are watching me with concern in their eyes. I can’t blame them—I must look like a lunatic, more so than usually.

I feel like I’m going insane and for a whole new set of reasons than before.

What were we?

Gortash got into my head and now he’s refusing to leave. Was he just trying to mess with me? Did he notice the unmasked disdain in my face and decide to make my skin crawl in revenge? He must know I only have red fog in my brain where my past should be. And he looks just like the kind of man who would lie about it to make me nauseated. No way I’ve ever let those grubby hands touch me.

Yet…

I can hardly admit it to myself, but nausea is not the full extent of my reaction. I feel as if my own body knows this man. My memory is still a blank page, but something in me recognizes him. Something primal. Something hungry.

The urges I’ve been having since meeting Gortash have very little to do with Bhaal.

“Honeymuffin, are you still not ready for bed?”

I hear Halsin’s soothing voice and immediately feel myself relaxing. I turn to him, grateful for the distraction. He’s only dressed in his underpants and the sight of his bushy chest hits a dirty note.

I ignore his question and just press into him, kissing his gentle lips with ferociousness he hasn’t experienced from me yet. He’s responsive and gives in for a few seconds, but then chuckles into my mouth and drags me off of him by the shoulders to inspect me.

“What has gotten into you, my love?”

I groan, freeing myself from his grip. I always appreciate how sensitive he is to my moods and thoughts, but right now, I would die of embarrassment if someone actually found out what’s running through my head.

“I’m just irritated,” I lie through my teeth. “Gortash is one annoying son of a bitch. I hate that we have to pretend to work with him. ‘Notice the way he just kept us there under the threat of violence, to witness his sham of an inauguration? After everything he said about wanting to be partners? Ugh, I could just…” My fists close of their own accord, crushing the imaginary windpipe.

Halsin chuckles again and runs a calloused palm softly along my jaw in a comforting gesture.

“I know, Nara, I know,” he grumbles low, pulling me into a hug. “He irked me, as well. He isn’t worth the stress, though. Let’s sleep. We have another long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

But I can’t sleep. Once Halsin goes into his trance, it’s like he’s not here to hold me together anymore. I toss and turn. I grit my teeth. I grunt and pull on my hair. I try to silence my thoughts with a pillow over my head. It’s no use. I know what I have to do to get some peace of mind.

I get up as quietly as I possibly can. I don’t bother changing—I don’t plan to impress anyone. I just take a small dagger and throw a cloak over my shoulders, so I can hide in the shadows more easily, and sneak out of the inn.

I’m going to make him tell me the truth.

02 - Urge! But not to kill.

Getting into the Wyrmrock is laughably easy. I know the guards would just let me pass, but there’s no way in the Nine Hells I would embarrass myself like that. Little ol’ me going to see “Lord” Gortash in my casual clothes in the middle of the night—what a delicious story for the Baldur’s Mouth it would make. So I utilize every last muscle memory from the past I don’t remember, slipping in completely undetected.

He’s in the throne room, but not sitting on the damned thing. The main section is drowning in darkness, but I see a sliver of light coming from behind the door to one of the adjacent rooms. A study, maybe?

I almost trigger one of the traps as I’m sneaking towards him. There are Steel Watch still stationed around the room, but they appear less than attentive this time. Do they have some sort of down time? Or did Gortash put them in do-not-disturb mode?

I’m trying to not get myself executed, so I push down the instinct to grip the dagger I’m hiding under the cloak. If he wanted me dead, he wouldn’t have made such theatrics to gain my cooperation this morning. The question of whether I wanted him dead remains to be answered.

I take a quiet peek into the warmly lit room and suppress a whistle. It’s a study alright, but one Gortash seems to be using as an apartment—a wide, comfortable, richly adorned bed stands next to his desk, draped in red silk. He’s not in it, though—he sits by the desk, bent over a document, clad only in what looks like a bathrobe.

I try to filter myself through the crack in the door, but the stupid hinges creak so loud I gasp and just inelegantly stumble inside.

Gortash jumps off his chair and twirls around, body taut, eyes alert, a quill in his left hand held like a weapon, the other hand ready to shove the metal claws of his fancy gold netherstone-adorned gauntlet into someone’s eye. I grit my teeth and consider pulling out the dagger—but the second his gaze lands on me, he straightens and lets out a half relieved, half amused chortle.

“Sneaking up on me again?” He shakes his shaggy head. “Are Bhaalists simply unable to set up a meeting, like the rest of us?”

I open my mouth, a scathing comeback ready, but as soon as I let the air in the room in, I’m stunned. There’s a distinct fragrance of soap and perfume, a freshness that only comes from thoroughly scrubbing yourself clean, and, among them, the unmistakable scent of him. The musk that speaks directly to the undamaged parts of my brain.

I can’t believe how clean Gortash looks now. He evidently didn’t plan on any public appearances this late at night, so even his hair is not styled into spikes anymore and it’s just messily sticking out in natural directions, still a little damp from the bath. Funny—he didn’t think to wash before his big inauguration, but he washed now, when no one important is scheduled to see him?

He takes my silence as an opportunity to speak more, instead of waiting for an answer. He tilts his head, gaze slowly gliding down my body, and smirks.

“Shouldn’t you be curled on your bed next to the enormous druid, sleeping soundly? Wouldn’t he be oh so hurt if he knew you were seeking another man’s company?”

“What the fuck would you know?” I snap, his tone setting off a charge of anger inside me. “You don’t know him. Hells, you don’t know me! You don’t get to make snarky remarks about my enormous druid.”

Gortash cackles quietly and puts up his hands in a calming gesture.

“Of course I don’t.” His smirk deepens, his eyes studying my face. “But trust me, kitten. No one…” he takes a seductive little step towards me, “knows you like I do.”

“I doubt that,” I rasp barely audibly, a lump forming in my throat. My guts clench, breath shortening in panic. It’s all just an elaborate joke, I’m sure… but it feels so familiar.

“You really don’t remember,” he quips softly, as if to himself, and I can hear a hint of disappointment in his tone.

“What were we, Gortash?” I whisper, voice quivering on the cusp of a mental breakdown.

He stares at me, chewing his cheek, and his answer is a single word: “Enver.”

“What?” I scowl, anger rising again.

“My name,” he reminds me quietly. “You used to call me Enver, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me pet names, Gortash,” I force through my teeth. “Whatever you dreamed was between us, it’s most definitely not there anymore.”

“Alright.” He presses his lips together in annoyance, but steps closer, eyes radiating something close to malice. I gulp, my hand curling into a fist, pressing to the hilt at my hip. “I won’t call you kitten, or love, or sweetheart. Those were all just words I used to tease you with.” Drawling, stretching his words, he hovers above me. “But I have earned the right to call you Talas.”

That makes me pause and I just blink at him blankly for a second. “Who’s that?”

Genuine shock colors his face. He takes a step back, mouth agape. “That you don’t remember my name, I would understand. But how do you not remember your own?”

“Because someone caved my head in, trying to kill me!” I scream, suddenly overflowing with something I haven’t felt for a while: self-pity. I feel tears prickle in my eyes and that just makes me want to yell louder. “Because someone took everything from me. And where the fuck were you when I was bleeding out into the dirt?! If you were such a shitty partner, why in the Hells did I even bother with you?”

Gortash’s features softened, pain and regret gleaming in his eyes.

“I wasn’t your keeper, Talas,” he countered. “You were always an independent force, often off on business I had no say in. But when you didn’t come back one day, I searched for you.” His eyebrows join in a pleading line. “I searched for you with every bit of resources I could spare. Then Orin muscled in on our plot and made me stop under the threat of unraveling the whole thing. I accepted you as a loss… but I mourned for a long time.”

His words eat their way into my chest like acid. I don’t want to believe a single one, but something in me knows it’s the truth.

“Don’t tell me you loved me,” I hiss. “You don’t strike me as a man who allows himself such weaknesses.”

He smirks and I bristle. I knew it. Liar!

“Love is for children,” he chuckles. “We had something much more precious. We made a great team. Your monstrosity and mine were in perfect harmony. No one understood me like you did. No one encouraged my every exploit like you did. You were such a horrible influence on me,” he purrs, his eyes half closed. “Delicious. Deplorable. Delightful.”

I gulp and shiver under the intensity of his gaze. It feels like he’s undressing me with his eyes and I can’t decide how I feel about it. I want to be disgusted, but that knot low in my belly has a different agenda. Without remembering a single minute of knowing him, my body knows it used to crave this man’s attention.

He extends his unclawed hand to me and grazes my skin. It burns and it tickles and it sends powerful signals all over my nervous system. But this is not what I want. It can’t be.

Quick as lightning, I pull my dagger out and press it to his neck in warning.

“Don’t. Touch. Me,” I filter through my teeth.

He catches my wrist quicker than I would’ve given him credit for. Instead of pulling it away, though, he presses the blade closer, almost cutting into himself. I gasp in shock, struggling against his strength. His dead eyes flicker to life, ablaze with desire.

“There she is,” he whispers almost breathlessly, biting his lip. “You seem so different… but I knew my pet monster was somewhere in there.”

“I’m nothing of yours,” I force through my dried throat, my voice failing me.

Suddenly, he moves my hand away from his neck, only to press my white-knuckled fist to his lips in a kiss. My whole body responds, buzzing in approval. “You don’t mean that,” he teases, his hot breath tickling the spot he kissed.

“Don’t do that,” I breathe out, a lump forming in my throat, making my voice sound funny.

He pulls my wrist to his mouth and licks it with a quick flick before his teeth start to nibble on the sensitive skin, sending shockwaves of ecstasy down my arm.

“Stop it,” I beg, the command I meant to utter melting into a pathetic mewl.

I twist and try to get away for a second or two, but he keeps moving lower and lower, licking, sucking, biting, and every last defense I had crumbles into ashes. It doesn’t matter that I’m someone else now. It doesn’t matter that I would never consciously and honestly team up with him again. It doesn’t matter what I think of him or what I believe he deserves.

I never had a chance. My body knows him, my body craves him. He’s like a drug addiction I never quite shook, and at the slightest sweet taste I relapse right back into him.

03 - A master. A slave.

He pulls me in, mouth still hungrily devouring my arm inch by inch, while his free hand frantically unties my cloak, revealing my simple shirt and long skirt underneath.

“You used to wear fancier things.” He side-eyes my clothing, not letting it distract him from my skin too much. “And would get mad when I tore them to shreds. This is perfect.”

My sluggish thoughts haven’t even begun to analyze the meaning in his words when he presses me flush to his chest, moving from nibbling on my shoulder to assaulting my mouth. I gasp for the breath he keeps stealing with every touch, but let him surround me and trap me with his body. I feel his desperate need mirroring my own. His taste is surprisingly sweet, with just a hint of hot spice.

“No,” I manage to mumble through our locked lips, grasping at the last straws of control. My hand is finally free—I try stabbing him in the crook of his neck. He yelps and groans, but my muscles are so useless I’ve barely scratched him. A thin streak of blood trickles out of the cut, marring the delicate fabric of his robe.

“You thought that would stop me?” he purrs, pulling the robe off his body. “Your knives left more than one scar on me. It was our thing.”

I stare at his muscly, hairy chest, mute. I see scars on his torso, criss-crossing his skin like a crude carving. That couldn’t be my doing… But the metallic scent of his blood sends a new sort of excitement through me. I know it’s my Urge, I know it’s not really me, but my will is weakened. My hand raises and cuts him again—just a little, but enough to satisfy the craving.

“Your body remembers,” he whispers into my ear, standing my hair on their ends.

His gloved hand caresses my arm and shoulder and closes around my throat. I gasp in panic, or I think I do, but heat pools in my lower regions in response. He presses a touch harder; his gold ornaments are digging into my skin, claws pinching my nape and my head is starting to swim with lack of oxygen. My fingers wrap around his wrist, but for some reason I don’t pull him away.

“Every time you hurt me, I will hurt you back,” he promises in a sweet, sin-filled voice. “Call it our love language.”

He lets go of my neck, hands roughly gripping my waist instead. He twirls us around and sits me on top of his desk. I fumble to find balance and end up sending his documents, ink and quills all over the floor. Instead of complaining, he eagerly swipes the rest of the items off the surface and pushes me down on my back.

The panic it triggers gives me back a chunk of my reason. Instead of letting him, I fight back, clawing at his bare chest with my nails and my dagger, leaving bloody gashes over his skin.

His head lulls back for a moment, which makes me realize I’m not helping at all. He’s enjoying the pain I give him. He takes fistfuls of my shirt and bends down to bite my shoulder—hard. I yelp, reaching into his hair to pull him away, but he’s already ripping clothes off of my torso, baring my skin, spilling my breasts.

“You are even more magnificent than I remember,” he rasps, grazing my curves with his gaze alone. The reverent look on his face sets my loins on fire.

I’m beginning to understand how I could’ve let him so close to me. A young, confused little thing, raised in worship of the Lord of Murder, would have no idea what love looks like. I’m still learning and stumbling, despite Halsin’s best efforts. A man who could make her feel so beautiful, so wanted among all the blood and death… such a man would have had the key to her rotten little heart.

I’m not that girl anymore. But I know that feeling. Its draw is familiar and powerful. My hands let go of his hair and fall next to my head, letting him run his rough palms across my chest and knead the pliant shape of my breasts.

His teeth close around one of my nipples and press just hard enough to shoot a barbed string of ecstasy directly to my sex. I muffle the moan with my hands. I can’t just let him win like that. I’m not doing this because I’m easy. I’m doing it so I don’t go insane.

“I missed this,” Gortash drawls, his lips and tongue making slow circles on my chest. “I missed you.” He bites into my flesh, gently, teasingly, while his hand slowly moves towards my sex. “In all your glory, Talas.”

“Stop calling me that,” I protest weakly, but he just chuckles and continues lower, and lower.

“You may not remember me,” he breathes on my folds, shamefully wet and wanton, “but I remember everything about you.”

And he dives between my thighs like a man who’s been starving and now can finally eat.

I gasp loudly, my hands instinctively grasping for something to hold onto—his hair. My legs twitch and wrap around him. I’m half worried I’m killing him, but he gives no indication of discomfort. His mouth is making the most intimidatingly dirty noises I’ve ever heard and I’m melting on his face.

All it takes him is a few minutes, stretched impossibly long in my damaged mind. I swallow the urge to scream and just grunt, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He looks up from my lap, slick and gasping for breath, and smirks smugly. He knows I enjoyed it, no use hiding it.

He picks his robe off the floor and wipes his face, still watching me. My brain is too hazy to worry about the way I’m splayed on his desk, eaten out, undone. He props himself above me and studies my face.

“This is your most beautiful look,” he sighs, taking in the flush of my cheeks, the sweat glistening on my brow and the mess I made of my hair. “Precious little Bhaal-babe.”

I’m still coming down from the high when I feel him slip inside me. I distantly realize I should’ve gathered enough wit to stop him, but it’s too late. I squeeze around him in welcome and let out a long and thoroughly embarrassing moan. He matches me, closing his eyes.

“You still fit me like a glove.”

He’s so right. I live for the delicious stretch of Halsin’s gentle, loving thrusts—it’s the only sex I remember having, but I would kill for more—but this… Gortash feels like he was tailored specifically for me. My body knows his shape, just as it knows his touch. It’s like coming home after a long time and finding your old room exactly as you left it.

“Oh gods, I really do,” I groan as he lazily moves inside, savoring each stroke.

I wrap my legs around his waist and just enjoy the sensation, closing my eyes to ignore his intimate gaze for the sake of my sanity. If he’s trying to make me fall for him again, he’s as out of his mind as I am.

Clearly getting bored of the slow pace, he pulls me up and plops me back down on my belly. I’m too weak and needy to issue a protest, I just whine at the unexpected and unwelcome absence of him. He silences my discontent with a firm thrust that makes me gasp and clutch the edges of the desk so hard my knuckles turn white again.

“I know you love this one,” he purrs and presses my legs together with his own. “Sometimes you like to be in control. Other times you like to be controlled. You were the most fun I’ve ever had with anyone.”

I let out a growl at him mentioning his other partners while balls-deep in me. Perhaps he didn’t really want me back. Maybe he just missed the “fun”.

“You’re also the only one who made me consider settling down, Talas,” he continues as if he understood very well why his words upset me. “I wanted to breed you and watch you teach the little runt how to gut people.”

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” I sputter, miraculously finding enough ire to at least issue a warning, while still being happily pinned under him.

He chuckles. “Your response is still the same. Last time it was Daddy dearest… but you changed your mind about doing his bidding. Is Halsin aware you’re not going to give him a litter of cubs one day as he might hope?”

I don’t know how he even learned all these things about me, but I don’t care much. I grab the dagger left forgotten on the desk next to me and jam the blade into his thigh. Not deep enough to cripple, but definitely causing a lot of pain.

Gortash lets out a strangled scream, which mixes with a moan of pleasure not two seconds later. Fuck. I didn’t mean for him to like it.

What he does next pushes all irrelevant thoughts out of my head: he grabs my hair and yanks hard, pulling my head back, making my little cry sound ever more pathetic. His free hand digs fingers into my hip, holding me steady as he begins pounding into me with force.

I just open my mouth mutely, gasping for air, my eyes filling with tears. My brain turns into mush under the intensity of sensations he’s sending through my tortured body. I can’t see, I can’t speak, I can’t think. I hear a high-pitched whine through the mist around me… and I realize it’s mine. I’m screaming, lost in the sweet place between pain and complete ecstasy.

I spasm around his length so hard I can hear him gasp as well. My whole body shakes and curls into itself, a shaking, sweaty, moaning mess writhing on the cool polished wood of the desk. I can feel him swell within me, hot and ready, and I know he’s coming too—still inside me.

But I don’t care. I want it. Whatever he might hope to gain from it, I know I’m safe.

Instead of going slack like a good boy, he pulls out and flips me on my back again. He holds my legs spread, admiring what he did to me. I feel his seed leak out of me and drip to the floor. He smiles contently, dragging a fingertip across my clit, drawing out every last twitch my muscles are willing to give.

“This could be us every day,” he says softly. “Think about it.”

I don’t have an answer he would like, but he doesn’t wait for one. He picks me up in the most unexpectedly gentle way and carries me to the other side of the room. I thought he was putting me on the bed, either to sleep, cuddle or continue blissfully torturing me, but my breath hitches in surprise when he suddenly dips me into warm water. I slip into a roomy bathtub, blinking in confusion.

My brain needs a minute to restart, so I just watch him get inside with me, sitting me in his lap, cradling me. I don’t have the strength to protest. I just watch the little pinkish streaks, as water begins to wash out his wounds.

04 - This is why we can’t have nice things.

“How did you have this ready? Do you have invisible servants or something?”

Gortash chuckles and I vibrate along on his chest, making frantic little waves on the surface.

“The miracle of technology, Talas. My desk has a few convenient buttons and this tub fills and warms up automatically. I pressed one before we began.”

Well, that is convenient. I’m not sure if I want to be in this bath with him now, but it sure feels good on my exhausted muscles and aching sex. His arms around me feel nice, too, as much as I hate admitting it. I can hate a person and still enjoy their closeness, right? Right?

His hands caress me under the water and I let them.

“Good to know you bathe with your gauntlets on,” I quip, noticing the distinctive feel of metal against my skin.

He pulls his right hand up and turns it from one side to the other, letting the gold reflect the glimmer of flames in the nearby fireplace. The netherstone pulses with its own light, alive and tempting as the power it holds.

“While I’m more than happy to entertain you, I’m not letting my most prized possession just lie around for you to steal,” he smirks and I turn my head to have a better look at him, honestly impressed. “You changed. Your goals inevitably changed, too. I don’t trust you anymore, Talas.” He runs a soft finger along my jaw, dropping to the line of my neck and to my clavicle. I shiver, even submerged in warmth, too tired to correct the name this time. “If you want it for yourself, you’re going to have to kill me.”

I give him an evaluating once-over; then my eyes move to the dagger I left on the desk. His gaze follows mine and his smirk stretches more.

“Just keep in mind that those Steel Watchers outside will only take about ten seconds to join us. And even you, my dear, don’t have the skill to defeat them all naked and unarmed to get out of here alive.” His fingers trace the shape of my lips. “I would hate it if something happened to you before I had the chance to win you over.”

“You’re so full of shit, Gortash,” I sigh, laying my head in the crook of his neck. I feel too lazy to murder anyone right now, anyway. “You sent me to hunt Orin down and told me to not come back without her stone. You expect me to believe you actually give a fuck about me and care what I think about you? I’m here against your explicit orders, your lordship.”

“You came to see me surrounded by your new friends,” he grumbles and I finally hear discontent in his voice. “In the company of your new lover. What did you think I would do, fall on my knees in front of all my esteemed guests and your openly hostile troupe and beg you to come back to me?”

“Hmm, so your excuse is your pride?” I sneer. “I don’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth, no matter how trustworthy you somehow manage to sound. I only agreed to your deal because you didn’t give me any better choice. Karlach was furious. She wants you dead oh so very much. She gets really graphic, describing how she wants to kill you. You’re lucky I didn’t bring her along.”

Gortash groans and pinches the root of his nose.

“The company you keep nowadays,” he chides. “No wonder you changed so much. Every one of those bloody soft-hearted idiots putting their own opinions in your emptied mind.”

“When that’s what you wanted to do.” I nod in mock commiseration.

“I want us to be partners,” he scowls, tone wounded. “Equals. Sharing the power over the whole world. The Lord is only a part for me to play in public, while you reign over your own murderous kingdom from the shadows, unobstructed by law, unhindered by so-called heroes trying to stop you. We can have everything we’ve ever wanted. Together.”

I can’t believe how tempting he sounds right now. I close my eyes, letting my Urge surface just enough to enjoy the pure simplicity of the world he describes. I could let go. I could stop fighting for every sliver of free will. I could bathe in blood and have people worship my god through me. The Urge would be sated—I could feel the sweet rush of ecstasy from killing without worrying I might hurt someone close to me.

I would be lying if I said this vision of the future never crossed my mind. It’s an everyday struggle, trying to stay good, trying to do only good. A struggle I’m inevitably going to lose if my Urge grows in intensity for much longer. Killing Halsin. Or Lae’zel. Or Gale. The death of anyone in my camp—by my hand—would break me.

I care too much. Sometimes I imagine what it would feel like if I didn’t care at all.

“You would never tolerate any of my friends by my side, Gortash,” I say flatly. “If you really do want me, you want me all to yourself. Isolated, depending only on you. Malleable. So that if—gods forbid—I disagree with you, you could push all the right buttons and get me to change my mind, with no one to challenge your influence over me.”

I don’t know how, but I know it’s true. It’s what all people drunk on power do. The more powerless they feel without it, the more they enjoy any sliver of it they get and abuse the shit out of it. It’s why Gortash wants control over others in the first place. Inside, there’s a small, scared, unloved little boy, whose parents sold him to a devil.

I blink, my heartbeat spiking, as I realize I’ve just recalled a bit of my past—our past. Something I couldn’t have learned since the nautiloid. Was it Gortash himself, who confided in me, or did I discover this piece of history by myself? It feels like something he would keep very close and tell no one, so it wouldn’t damage the lofty image he’s trying to maintain.

“You’re just being paranoid, kitten,” he brushes me off, but his expression is no longer sporting his typical airy easiness. “When we were together, I was your confidant and your strength against the increasing demands of your Father. But you weren’t some impressionable child. You were determined and unyielding. Sharp as your blades.”

Sharp blades. Bhaal. His demands.

A sinking dread begins to fill my guts and I lift off Gortash’s chest to put some distance between us. My brain is still fuzzy, but bits of memories are beginning to float to the surface of my consciousness.

“Bhaal’s grand design,” I say in a shaking voice, “is for everyone to die for him. I was supposed to kill you, and then myself, as the last mortal alive. Did you know?”

Gortash’s eyes round in horror.

“Of course not! What kind of crazy design is that? How would he get any more murders with no one left to die?”

He’s right, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to try and carry it out, anyway. Just like mad Orin is probably doing now. What a good little Daddy’s lapdog.

“But that wasn’t what you planned for yourself, was it?” I press, my voice steadying with my increasing certainty. “And so I was suddenly in the way. Just what would it take for you to turn on your closest ally? Is her planning your murder enough?”

“What are you trying to say, Talas?” he hisses, but I can see fear in his eyes.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” I growl, sliding away from him, so I can get out of the bathtub without him catching me. “You tried to kill me! Just so I wouldn’t kill you first.”

I jump to my feet, nearly slipping on the smooth wet surface, but holding my balance well enough to scramble out of the water. He tries grabbing my hand, then my leg, but I slip out of his grasp easily. I throw myself towards the desk and retake possession of my only weapon. By the time he’s out of the tub, I’m already pointing it at his throat.

“Listen to me, Talas—” he puts his hands up in a calming gesture, but I’ve had enough of his smooth words for one night.

“You picked up a fucking rock and you beat me and kicked me and tossed me against stone walls!”

I scream and I’m sure my prevalent feelings are pure rage, but out of nowhere I get ambushed by tears and sobs. My memories are still a mess, but the flashes of my body being beaten to a pulp are vivid and terrifying.

“Talas, please—”

“I bled and begged, and you teased and laughed, as if it was the funniest shit you ever got to do! And now that I’m somehow back, you’re trying to get me to believe your sweet lies, just so I won’t remember what you did to me. But I remember! I REMEMBER!”

I know I sound completely unhinged, but my chest is so filled with a mix of the worst feelings I’ve ever experienced, that it threatens to burst.

“IT WASN’T ME!” Gortash’s volume finally matches mine, making me wince and pause just enough for him to get a word in. “I would never hurt you like that! If I really had to kill you, dearest, I would’ve done it quick and clean. Because I love you, you stupid thing!”

His confession feels like a slap to the face. I didn’t see that coming. My first instinct is to pronounce it as another lie, especially in retrospect to the first time he mentioned love tonight, but my mind finally calms enough to actually think.

A man like him wouldn’t say anything like that if he didn’t mean it. It sounded… pathetic. Baring his soul similarly to revealing his most embarrassing childhood memory, knowing his feelings are unrequited. His pride would never allow him to grovel so much. Not anymore, not when he’s got a taste of actually being respected.

“Please, believe me,” he pleads, breath ragged, eyes wide. “I have no reason to hate you. This sounds like someone who had every reason. Who enjoyed your agony and loved seeing you on your knees. I. Would. Never.”

“But you…” I exhale, confused. I’ve almost had it. I’ve almost found the one responsible for my unfortunate fate. “Then who the fuck did this to me?” I whisper and stifle another sob.

“Please put down the dagger, Talas.” Gortash points at the sharp tip still hovering between his clavicles. I reluctantly lower it. I’m honestly pleasantly surprised he let me threaten him for so long without trying to disarm me. It makes me trust him just a smidge more. “And maybe we can figure it out together.”

“Stop calling me that!” I lash out annoyedly. “My name is Nara now. Deal with it.”

“When you stop calling me Gortash,” he smirks in response, his easy charm back.

I groan, rolling my eyes. “Fine. Enver,” I say begrudgingly, but the name feels much better on my tongue than I expected. I must’ve been used to calling him that, just as he said.

I turn to the desk, intent on putting the weapon back, but I freeze mid-step. A mix of stimuli, a flicker of light, a rustle of the fur rug on the floor, perhaps even a smell… and the memory of my attempted murder clears a bit more.

I see a shiny red surface with an opalescent finish. Hear a rustle of a long braid and the pitter-patter of bare feet on stone. I hear laughter again, but this time I’m not just imagining Gortash’s… Enver’s, I clearly recall a woman’s voice having the time of her life.

“Orin.”

The name falls flatly from my lips. I feel cold dread seep into my soul at the image of her. I never quite understood why she had this effect on me—until now. Even though my memory was coming up empty, she was triggering a post-traumatic response all the same, just like when my body yielded to Enver.

“Hm?”

I turn back, dagger still in my hand. I don’t plan on letting go of it any time soon. Enver watches me warily, with a hint of curiosity in his face.

“It was Orin.”

He frowns at first. Opens his mouth, presumably to defend her. Then closes it again, his features smoothing out.

“It makes sense. She took your place, both in the cult and in the Absolute plot. She wanted you gone. And she really seems to hate you, though I wouldn’t expect her to need any solid reason to kick someone to death. She would happily do it just for fun.”

I close my eyes for a second, but I only need a few gulps of breath to make up my mind. I pick up my torn and discarded clothes off the floor and put them back on, securing them in place as well as possible.

“Where are you going?”

Enver reaches for me and grabs my arm. I toss him a warning glare, but don’t move. He’s still naked and wet from head to toe, he poses virtually no danger to me.

“To hunt,” I answer plainly. “I know a mad bitch that needs killing.”

“Don’t be rash,” he shakes his head, some of the slicked back damp hair falling into his eyes. “You can’t know where she is. Or who she is. She could slaughter your whole camp while you sleep and you’d be left alone to face her. Remember, she is the Slayer now.”

“Well, since we’re counting suspects, she could very well be you,” I give him a wry smile. “But I doubt she would keep going this long, having me all to herself like that, so you’re probably safe.” He doesn’t appreciate my joke, scowling like a jack-o-lantern, concern crumpling his features. “I need to go back to my friends and figure out a way to find her before she does any real damage, Enver. I need to go now.”

He slowly lets go of my arm, letting me finish putting the cloak on.

“No need to sneak through the throne room, by the way,” he notes, watching me hide underneath the wide hood. “The Watch was instructed to let you in. If someone could really just sneak past them like that, I could easily expect Orin in your place. Thankfully, the Watch can spot the difference, with you having a tadpole.”

My eyebrows rise. So that’s why he took that bath? Did he think my unsettled hormones would lead me back to Wyrmrock to see him? I clearly never liked grimy men—and he knows it.

“You were waiting for me?”

“I was hopeful,” he confessed, dropping his gaze for a moment. “I couldn’t risk just inviting you. But at least I made sure you would get in without complications. You always did like to have all the facts.”

I chuckle and shake my head. I still believe at least half of his words are lies and most of the other half are cleverly picked and arranged bits of truth. But now I’m also pretty sure there’s something genuine in him, too. Hidden very deep, surrounded by enemies—but it’s there.

“Be safe, Talas,” he says quietly. “Nara,” he corrects himself, smiling softly. “You have your work cut out for you.”

“I’ll do my best to not disappoint,” I shrug, sheathing my dagger, stepping away.

“And will you at least consider my proposition?” He calls after me when I’m almost out the door. His voice sounds tentative. “That’s all I ask.”

I let my gaze slide down the length of his naked body, weighing my options. Well, consideration really costs me nothing, does it? It’s very unlikely that I will agree to it. I have much better prospects in my scope now—much healthier ones. But the least I can do for him is give it a thought.

“Sure,” I grace him with a little smile. “I will consider it.”

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Update of this post!

I did all of the sketches for the character pairings I wanted to do for this ship dynamic and decided that I wanted to colour this one first! This one is with my Telemachus design and my oc Pyrrha!

I’m going to include more info about Pyrrha under the cut because it’s gonna be a lot and I don’t want to obscure y’all’s scrolling 👍🏻

Pyrrha info

To start, Pyrrha’s “original” name was also Ambrosia (I liked the irony of a demigod child of Hades having a name that mean “immortality”), I have since given her the nickname Pyrrha (based off her hair colour lol) to help differentiate her from my goddess oc of the name name!

Pyrrha originally started as a Percy Jackson oc from like my middle school days. Every now and again I allow myself one “Mary Sue” type character, and Pyrrha was that character for PJO. I have a hand full of other OC’s and Pyrrha is literally the only one who’s a child of the big three, I don’t even had a Roman demigod who’s one of the big three. Pyrrha was pretty much just an amalgamation of things i thought were cool about the universe; so she’s a demigod child of Hades and is a Hunter of Artemis who’s lived a rather long life. I was still wanting to keep close to canon lore as well even back then, so she’s always been way older than the other characters to adhere to the fact that Hades never broke the pact he made with his brothers about not having more demigod kids after WW2. She has since grown to be a more “Greek mythology media in general” oc like Ambrosia. With that in mind, her lore does tend to change based off the lore of whatever media she’s in!

Her General Lore;

In the past two years I think, I’ve decided that she’s originally from Ancient Greece, Sparta specifically.

Her mother was a mortal and came from a well off family though was a very independent woman. She was a “follows the beat of her own drum” kind of person.

While she never seemed interested in marriage (she actually never married) she was someone who valued fidelity. She was quite upset with Hades when she discovered that he was married while he was seeing her and was very sympathetic towards Persephone.

Despite that, she did love Pyrrha very much and the two were close when Pyrrha was young.

Pyrrha’s mother did, however, die when Pyrrha was young. She didn’t know her father outside of the stories of the gods and her maternal grandfather was always busy so Pyrrha grew up a very isolated and lonely childhood.

Pyrrha did seem to inherit her mother’s independence so she never seems bothered by the loneliness. She would usually keep to herself and entertain herself by learning to hunt and use a bow.

Pyrrha would later be sent to train under Chiron. I haven’t decided how this came to be, but I’d probably go with the idea that Hades had a hand in it. Maybe he saw her talent in archery and thought Chiron could help train her, or maybe he thought Chiron would offer a more stable, fatherly role for her.

She thrived under Chiron’s guidance and would excel in almost anything she did. Chiron would become a fatherly figure to Pyrrha and he was the one who gave her the nickname “Pyrrha” in the first place.

Note: I personally like this Reddit comment when I come to estimates ages of the characters in the Iliad so it’s what I have roughly based Pyrrha’s age on! She’s roughly three years younger than Odysseus.

Pyrrha did meet a young Achilles while with Chiron. She’s roughly eight years older than Achilles so ngl she thought he was a little bit of a brat (I the idea of little Achilles having a little bit of an inflated ego because he’s a demigod, had a prophecy about him, or a little bit of both lol). The battiness did mellow out over the years 👍🏻

Despite their little “rivalry”, Pyrrha did see Achilles as something of a little brother for lack of a better word. She did care for him, he just annoyed her more often than not 😅

This is a common occurrence with Pyrrha mostly because she didn’t have a strong family unit before Chiron. She tends to apply familial titles to the people she’s close to and care for.

Pyrrha would train with Chiron for most of her early life, though she would occasionally travel if the urge struck her. This was especially common in her later teen years. She would occasionally travel to Ithaca or other closer city-states.

She met a younger Odysseus a couple of times when she would visit Ithaca, but they weren’t like best friends. It was more like “oh, there’s that quiet girl who’s surprisingly good with a bow who I bump into every once in a while.”

When Pyrrha was roughly 22 she tried twice to join the Trojan War. It was more out of a desire to bring Helen back home to Sparta than for glory or anything. She may not have lived in Sparta for many years, but there was still some loyalty there. Of course she was denied both times primarily because of her gender.

She met Artemis sometime after (perhaps a year or two later when Artemis was not helping Apollo and Troy) and devoted herself to Artemis (the nature of how the hunt works varies depending on the media). I should probably mention that Pyrrha is aroace, so she also has no desire to marry or have any sort of romantic/sexual relationship with anyone.

As I mentioned in the second image, Pyrrha met Telemachus when he was 10. I imagine he was like the embodiment of child like curiosity so when he saw this strange woman with red hair and a bow walking around Ithaca’s marketplace, he just sort of started following her (Telemachus honey….no…)

Long story short, Telemachus ended up growing on Pyrrha and she sort of just started teaching him archery. Of course Penelope knew what was going on (Pyrrha promptly brought back little Telemachus home when she realised she was being followed) and was okay with it as long as Telemachus wasn’t getting in trouble.

Again, as I mentioned in the second image, Pyrrha and Telemachus started to form a “mentor-student” type relationship over the next ten years. He was also the one to decide first that Pyrrha was kind of like a big sister or an aunt figure to him. She also had a very good relationship with Penelope.

Once Odysseus returned to Ithaca Pyrrha would become closer to Odysseus as well. It definitely would prompt her to visit more often.

Everything after that is kind of dependent on what media she’s being included in.

Lore that’s subject to change:

The nature of Artemis and her Hunt is one thing that’s subject to change. This also ties into Pyrrha and her apparent eternal youth or “immortality”.

I think most are familiar with how the hunt works in PJO; young women vow themselves to Artemis, reject romance in all forms, and are given semi-immortality as long as they keep their vows and aren’t killed in battle. As Pyrrha was originally a PJO oc, this was the original reason for her young appearance.

Outside of PJO, I generally think of the hunt as it was depicted in mythology. I think this Reddit post does a good job at kind of summarising/explaining the hunt in mythology. Pyrrha would absolutely devote herself to Artemis for life given she is aroace, it wouldn’t be a big life altering decision for her and would probably provide her another sense of community or familial support in her mind (she would see the other hunters as her sisters as they are sister in arms so to speak.)

This would then bring her semi-immortality into question. I feel like it would probably depend on the media’s lore, or it just wouldn’t be questioned. Perhaps Artemis gave it to her as a gift as she had sworn herself to Artemis for life. Perhaps she’s garnered the favour of another god or maybe her father had something to do with it. Idk, I kind of don’t want to make it too specific to where it can’t be a flexible detail.

Even her demigod status is something that is (very rarely) subject to change. This is mainly in reference to Blood of Zeus and maybe the Hades games. I’m not sure if either media grants Artemis any kind of group of hunters (BoZ definitely hasn’t shown any evidence of one, though Artemis hasn’t been shown as a main focal character…yet).

This prompted a little discussion with me and a friend where I mentioned that if she was given god status at any point, she’d probably be a goddess of kinship; particularly if non blood related kinship. Obviously, this would be because she had a tendency to form familial bonds with close friends as such.

This point, however, hasn’t been fully fleshed out. BoZ hasn’t really explored the idea of a mortal becoming a god (not sure if it will be touched on in future season) and I’m not super familiar with the detailed lore of the Hades games. My biggest concern is keeping Pyrrha’s lore as close to the media’s canon lore as I can which is why these are flexible detail points.

I think that’s all I have for now! If you made it to the end, thanks for taking the time to at least skim my ramblings lol. I don’t want this to get any longer than it is, so if anyone has any suggestions feel free to ask me!

Also Pyrrha and her lore is not meant to be taken seriously as a part of actual Greek mythology. I have tried to keep as close to mythology as I can while having creative liberties for my of and her “universe”, obviously she’s not a real mythological figure and shouldn’t be treated as such! She was made just for fun! 💕

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I Got You

Matt Sturniolo x fem reader

summary: Matt helps reader bandage her hand up after she injures it while making dinner.

contains: fluff, mention of blood, minor hand injury, just a small cut. reader has a crush on Matt and hasn’t told him. also i haven’t written fanfic since i was a teenager so this is very short and probably not great but i just thought it was a cute idea okay thanks for readingggg <3

reader pov

I’m sitting on the couch across from Matt, both of us doing our own thing scrolling on our phones. Nick and Chris had left the house a bit ago, taking an Uber to go see a movie. It was one that Matt and I had both already watched, so we decided to stay behind. We've just been chilling and hanging out, one of us speaking up to show the other something every little bit, content with peacefully hanging in silence.

Matt’s my best friend. Well, all three of them are and have been for years, but things are different with Matt. I’ve been secretly crushing on him for the past year and had no idea what to do about it. I really don’t want to ruin my friendship with him or Nick and Chris and I don't want things to be awkward between us. So I've pretty much accepted I'll either have to get over it or suffer in silence forever. But today has been pretty good, it's pretty rare that it's just me and him alone so it's been nice. I catch myself glancing at him over the top of my phone screen, admiring the way his hair falls a little bit over his eyes, the way he has a small grin on his face when he scrolls by something funny. Matt catches my eyes and speaks up.

"What are you all smiley about?" He asks, a hint of a teasing tone in his voice. I stutter over my words a little as I feel my face get warm.

"Oh, I just..saw a cute tiktok. It was a kitten." I say, lying through my teeth because there's no way I could tell him the real reason.

"Aww, let me see..." He says, starting to lean over to me on the couch but I move over a little and stop him.

"Ah, my for you page refreshed, it's gone." I say, proud of myself for the quick recovery. Matt has a small frown on his face and I can't believe how downright adorable he is.

"Damn." He says disappointedly, and I quickly change the subject.

"Are you hungry? I could make us something..." I suggest, partly because I actually am hungry and partly because I want an excuse to focus on something other than my embarrassment.

"If you want to. If you'd rather go get something or have something delivered, that's fine too." He says, smiling sweetly and I have to look away for a second to calm the butterflies I'm feeling.

"It's fine, really. I'll just make us a couple sandwiches or something, it's no big deal." Matt nods.

"Do you want help?" He asks. I smile and I just can't stop myself from accepting even though I know it will probably make things harder for me. We both head to the kitchen and start getting everything out. Matt gets out a couple plates and grabs the bread while I start preparing the lettuce and tomatoes. I start to cut a couple slices of the tomato when Matt gets my attention from the fridge.

"What kind of cheese do you want for yours?" He asks. I look up for a second as I respond.

"If you have provolone, I'll take tha- ow!" I inhale sharply as I feel a stinging feeling on my hand. I look down and realized I accidentally cut it while slicing the tomato. I set the knife down and Matt rushes over to see what happened.

“I-I’m fine-” I start to insist as he grabs my hand to take a closer look.

“You’re bleeding!” He says. There’s a little bit of panic in his voice but I can tell he’s trying to keep calm for my sake.

“It doesn’t look that bad…” I point out, and he nods, still holding my hand and looking at the shallow cut.

“Yeah, you should be alright. Here, hold this on it and I’ll go get the bandages.” Matt says as he lets go of my hand and hands me a clean hand towel out of one of the kitchen drawers to stop the bleeding. He goes down the hall to his bathroom and returns with box of bandages and a wet washcloth. I start to reach out to grab the items and thank him but he takes my hand instead, guiding me to the kitchen table to sit down.

“Matt, I can take care of it-” I start to insist, but he cuts me off.

“Don’t worry about it, I got you. Besides, it’s kinda hard to bandage your own hand.” He smiles at me and I smile back, my stomach filling with butterflies despite the situation at hand. Matt takes the washcloth and gently cleans the cut. The bleeding has stopped now so it doesn’t look nearly as bad as before, it wasn’t anything serious but Matt seeming so concerned and taking care of it for me anyway is so sweet. After he cleans the cut he takes a bandage out of the box and opens it, carefully sticking it over the cut. He doesn’t let go of my hand right away.

“There we go. All better.” He says with a sweet smile.

“My hero.” I remark, immediately blushing and regretting my choice of words. He chuckles and, taking me by surprise, kisses my hand over the bandage. I feel my face heat up and I know my cheeks are probably bright red. We both chuckle a little awkwardly together and I clear my throat.

“We, uh…we should probably just get something delivered after all.” I suggest. He lets out a small laugh and nods.

“Fine by me. Wanna get some pizza and watch a movie?” I smile, and suddenly the pain in my hand isn’t bothering me at all anymore.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo fanfic

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ihatealimore · 2 years

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Jealousy

(gender-neutral reader. A little bit of angst but ends in fluff.)

word count: 3,012

The blonde-haired man lets out a lingering breath into the cell phone receiver before he speaks up, "I apologize for talking so much about myself. How have things been on your end, Leorio?"

Leorio had finally gotten Kurapika to answer one of his dozens of calls and was surprised when Kurapika opened up so much about what he's been going through to him. It was unlike the Kurta to talk about his work or missions but Leorio must have called just at the right place and time.

"Nothing new. I've just been studying for my exams that are coming up," Leorio responds to him, leaning back in his desk chair. His eyes graze over the various books and scattered papers filling up his desk space.

"Have you really been studying?" Kurapika quips, "I find that hard to believe."

Leorio lets out a sound of annoyance, "I have been! Well, most of the time."

A quiet chuckle can be heard from Kurapika's end, "Now that's more believable," The line is quiet for several seconds before the blonde-haired man clears his throat and speaks up, "Have you been in contact with (Y/N)?"

Leorio gulps hard, sitting back up in his seat, "Of course. They're my close friend."

"How have they been?" He seems hesitant to ask.

The soon-to-be doctor lets out a heavy sigh, "Kurapika, is it fair for you to ask me that?" He shifts in his chair uncomfortably, "Why don't you call them yourself?"

It's Kurapika's turn to release a sigh, although he had already anticipated this response, "Leorio, you know why I can't."

"Why did you push away someone you care about?"

"It's safer for them this way," This isn't his first time explaining his reasoning, "I don't want to drag anyone down with me. Especially (Y/N). I just wanted to know how they're doing."

Leorio pauses for a moment before finally giving in, "They're doing great, Kurapika. They were so happy when you cut them off with no warning that they locked themself away from the world for weeks."

"Is that sarcasm?"

"Of course, it's sarcasm!"Leorio shouts into the phone angrily, "They were really upset. It took me a while to get them to open up to me and to start living normally again."

The call is silent for several seconds before Kurapika mutters, "....I see. I didn't believe my decision would affect them so deeply."

"You're so dense sometimes," Leorio mumbles, "They're doing fine now and they never ask about you. In fact, they have a date on Saturday."

"A date?" Kurapika is taken aback by this, "With who? Do they seem dangerous?"

The dark-haired man shakes his head, "No, they seem normal and very nice," He starts, "I met them a couple of times and I think they'll make a great couple."

"That's great," A hint of malice is noticeable in his tone of voice, "I hope they have a good time."

"I'm sure they will," Leorio, clearly annoyed, speaks up, "I should get back to studying. It was nice talking to you, buddy. Give me a call back sometime."

"I will. Thank you for calling and good luck. Goodbye."

The call disconnects and Leorio tosses his phone down on his desk, muttering to nobody in particular, "He can be so selfish and arrogant," A frustrated groan escapes his lips, "And (Y/N) deserves better than that."

Saturday comes creeping up in no time. You had decided to have lunch with Leorio since he kept complaining about being lonely every weekend. Sitting across from him in the restaurant booth, you seem ecstatic about your date later tonight.

"I'm not sure what I'm going to wear yet but I've narrowed it down to a few outfits to choose from," You explain to him while you await your food, "And we're not meeting until 7 pm tonight so you and I have plenty of time to hang out."

"You didn't need to push your date back so much for me!" Leorio exclaims although he's definitely feeling touched.

"It's not a big deal. They were really understanding about it," You reassure him with a smile, "I really hope this date goes well."

"I'm sure it will. You both like each other so what could possibly go wrong?" He realizes he's about to eat these words when the bell above the door jingles and a familiar face enters the restaurant.

The lanky man is quick to shove the dessert menu in your face to keep you occupied, "Let's get some dessert too. My treat!"

"Our meal hasn't even come yet..." You point out to him with a furrowed brow.

"I like to be prepared!" He realizes he's being overly loud now and clears his throat, "I'm gonna run to the bathroom! Be right back!"

You shrug and begin going through the dessert menu. It's not often Leorio offers to pay for something for you so you don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Meanwhile, Leorio's already grabbed Kurapika and whisked him back outside before he could approach you, "Kurapika, what are you doing here??"

"I simply decided to come and visit with my friends," The blonde-haired man says, "Is that so wrong?"

"With no warning?" Leorio shoots him a death glare, "Besides, I thought you didn't want anything to do with (Y/N). What changed?"

Kurapika looks down as a wave of guilt washes over him.

"Are you jealous?"

The kurta bites his lip, however, he remains silent.

"There's no damn way you don't realize how selfish you're being," Leorio crosses his arms angrily, "You hear that (Y/N) is moving on like you wanted and you suddenly decide you want to be in their life again. They're finally happy."

Kurapika's gaze remains focused on the ground as he acknowledges his friend's words of honesty, "I know. You're right."

"Then why are you here?"

He finally looks up. his expression unreadable, "I-" He falters, stumbling over his own words as they fall from his lips, "I want to apologize. I don't want to lose (Y/N)."

"It's a little late for that, isn't it?" Leorio glances back into the window of the restaurant and notices you looking around for him, "Kurapika, you're my closest friend and I want you to be happy."

"Allow me to speak with (Y/N)."

An exaggerated sigh escapes Leorio's lips.

"Please. I know that I don't deserve to speak with them, but I would like to apologize at least," Kurapika pleads with the stubborn man, "I won't ask anything more of them than to forgive me. You have my word."

"Fine. But be quick. You're interrupting our lunch."

"Thank you, Leorio," Kurapika takes a deep breath before entering the restaurant and sitting across from you in the booth.

"What took you so long, Leorio-?" You lower the menu enough to see a completely different figure sitting across from you, "Kurapika...? What are you doing here?"

The blonde-haired man swallows hard. He thought he'd be okay to apologize, but under your intense gaze, he's no longer feeling as confident. He comes to the realization that he's finally facing the consequences of his actions.

He releases a shaky breath, "(Y/N), I'm here to apologize."

"You better be."

"Will you please hear me out?" He implores you with a honeyed voice.

You sigh, setting your menu down on the table, "I don't really have a choice, do I?"

Your reaction was wholly expected by Kurapika, though it doesn't make him feel any better, "It was wrong of me to push you away as I did. I realize that I made a lapse in my judgment. I just wanted to keep you safe. I didn't want to drag you down with me."

"It's my decision whether I want to be dragged down with you or not. You don't get to decide for me," You cross your arms, "Kurapika, all I did was offer you my unconditional support and you just pushed me aside."

"I know-"

He can barely get a word in before you cut him off. "I told you how I felt about you," You start, "And you said you felt the same. Why would you play with my feelings like that?"

"I do feel the same," He explains to you, "Which is precisely why I pushed you away. The last thing I would ever want is to put you in any potential danger. I want you to live a safe and happy life, (Y/N)."

"Why are you here then?" You press him firmly, "It's not like you to contradict yourself."

"I-" He pauses when he realizes you're entirely correct. Why was he contradicting himself like this? You were doing what he wanted you to do, yet he still can't help but feel as if he's made some kind of mistake.

Leorio watches your conversation with weary eyes, a nervous feeling rising in his gut. He knows exactly what Kurapika is thinking and how he's probably beating himself up right now and he wishes there was some way he could help you both.

Kurapika struggles with his feelings and thoughts internally while you silently watch him, secretly wishing you knew just what was going on in his mind. Something finally clicks in him prompting him to part his mouth open slightly in surprise before pressing his lips back together and letting out a long breath.

"To be blunt, I came here impulsively after Leorio mentioned your date. I realize now that I was feeling envious and that's unfortunately not a feeling I have a right to feel," He maintains direct eye contact with you, "I don't deserve your time at all after how deplorably I treated you. I offer you my sincerest apologies."

You're caught off-guard by his abrupt honesty, moreover, you remember what made you develop feelings for your once close friend. After being too stunned to speak for several minutes, the corner of your lips finally curve upwards to form a faint smile, "Thank you, Kurapika. I really appreciate you saying that."

"Do not be so quick to forgive me," He scolds you, "I don't deserve any type of kindness from you," He stands up from the booth, much to your dismay, "I apologize for wasting your time and for taking up your free time with Leorio."

"Wait, you don't have to leave," You gesture to the booth, "You can stay and have lunch with us."

He shakes his head, "Your kindness is greatly appreciated, however, I should be going. I hope your date goes well and they treat you well. If not, I'm certain Leorio will have something to say to them," He turns to face Leorio," I'm sorry, Leorio. You were right."

He turns to walk away but halts in place when you reach out for him and grab his hand, "I think you're being too hard on yourself, Kurapika."

He offers you a kind smile with a hint of sadness showing in his eyes, "Thank you for thinking that, though, I disagree. If you need me, you can reach out to me. As long as you'd still allow me to be your friend."

"Of course. I would really like that."

"I'm overjoyed to hear that," He pats the top of your hand with his other hand lightly before letting go, "Enjoy your lunch," With that being said, he leaves the restaurant, your eyes never leaving his figure.

Leorio sits back down across from you, "Man, are they ever gonna bring our food?" He jokes loudly as he often does in awkward situations, "It's been like 20 minutes!"

You're still contemplating the interaction you just had with Kurapika, your mind deep in thought. You're only drawn out of your thought when Leorio snaps his fingers two inches away from your face.

"What are you thinking about?" Leorio asks you, clearly very concerned.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you lean back in your seat, "A lot of things. I wanted to stay mad at him. But how can I not forgive him when he's so sincere like that?"

Your lanky friend nods in agreement, "Yeah, that's the last thing I was expecting him to say. I just can't believe he came all the way here just because he was jealous."

"Me either. It's kind of endearing, isn't it?" You smile to yourself at the prospect of Kurapika being jealous. It's so out of character for him that you can't help but grin.

Leorio's complaints seemed to have worked as your waiter finally brings your meals to the table. You continue chatting with Leorio while eating, unable to completely take the blonde-haired man off of your mind.

Once you and Leorio part ways, you go back to your place to get ready for your date. After picking out the perfect outfit and fixing your hair up, you hail a cab to meet your date for dinner. You feel increasingly more nervous as you stroll up to your date's table at the restaurant.

"You look great!" They compliment you as you sit down across from them at the table, "Thank you for coming out with me tonight."

"You look really good, too!" You return their compliments, "And there's really no need to thank me. I was looking forward to tonight," You offer them a warm smile, "How was your day?"

Meanwhile, Kurapika sits in his dark hotel room, typing away on his laptop as he tries to push thoughts of you out of his mind. He decided he would use this free time to finish some research he was doing about another known location of a pair of scarlet eyes.

His phone vibrates loudly on his desk prompting him to let out an annoyed sigh, however, he still answers the call, bringing his phone to his ear, "Do you need something, Leorio?"

A vein instantly throbs in Leorio's forehead, "You could at least say hi," He decides against arguing with the blonde-haired man, "I'm surprised you answered my call. I wanted to know how you were doing."

Kurapika sighs, spinning in his desk chair to face the window, "In all honesty, not well. I hurt someone I care for dearly."

"I think they really appreciated your apology," Leorio does his best to comfort him, "I'm sorry things didn't work out between you and them. I know you really liked them."

"There's no need to feel pity for me," Kurapika stands up now, making quick strides towards the window to watch the night sky, "(Y/N) deserves better than me. I can't deny that. I just hope they have a good night."

Leorio's quiet for a second before enthusiastically exclaiming, "If you want to date, I bet we can find someone nice for you!"

A quiet chuckle escapes Kurapika's lips, "That won't be necessary. (Y/N) is the only person I've ever liked in an intimate manner and I'd prefer to keep it that way."

The sound of a sigh can be heard from the speaker of Kurapika's phone, "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to cheer you up. How long are you in town for? Maybe we can hang out tomorrow."

"I leave tomorrow night but we can get lunch together before that if you'd like."

"Mhm! Sounds good! What time-"

A knock at the door draws Kurapika's attention away from the conversation, "Ah, let me call you back. It seems as if housekeeping is here."

He hangs up the phone before Leorio can even mutter a goodbye. Before opening the door, he glances out the peephole. His eyes widen significantly and he hurriedly throws open the door.

"(Y/N)," He blinks twice, clearly in disbelief that you're standing before him, "What are you doing here? I thought you had your date tonight."

You fidget with your fingers nervously, "I left early. I-" You pause for a moment, "I wanted to see you."

Kurapika snaps out of his trance and steps aside, "Please, come in."

You enter his room and he closes the door behind you.

"How did you know I was staying here?"

"I asked Leorio," You take a step closer to him, releasing a trembling breath, "I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have come. I was worried I would bother you."

He shakes his head in response, "That's not possible. I always want to see you," He studies your face closely, trying his best to understand exactly what you're thinking, "I'm sorry for pushing you away. I will never do so again unless that's something you wish."

"Thank you, Kurapika."

"Did something happen during your date?" He prods you, "Were they rude? Did they hurt you?"

You quickly disagree with him, "Not at all. They were really nice."

"Ah," Kurapika lets out a sigh of relief, "I'm glad to hear that. Are they not waiting for you?"

You shake your head, "I don't plan on continuing the date or seeing them again," You stand directly in front of the blonde-haired man, your eyes boring into his, "I still have feelings for you, Kurapika. All I could think about during the date was how I would rather be with you. Earlier, you said you still have feelings for me, is that true?"

"Yes. I very much meant that," He nervously reaches out to take your hand in his, "You continuously dominate my thoughts. No matter how hard I try to forget you, I can't. When Leorio told me you were seeing someone else, I completely lost myself and rushed here to stop you. I'm sorry. That was incredibly selfish of me."

"I like when you're selfish," You say with a kind smile before cupping his cheek with one hand and leaning in to press your warm lips against his.

He tenses for a moment before reciprocating your sudden show of affection. When you part from him, he brings you back in for another kiss, unwilling to let such a perfect moment end so soon. He places his hand on the small of your back as his lips move against yours. When your lips detach this time, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He lets out a content sigh as he runs a hand over the back of your head.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," His words come out in a hushed tone, "You are the kindest person I've ever known. I couldn't be happier to have you in my arms right now."

"I'm happy that you came here," You explain to him, "I've been wanting to see you again for a long time."

You and Kurapika stay in each other's arms, relishing the company of one another for an extended period of time before Kurapika speaks up, "Would you like to go on a date with me, (Y/N)?"

"I would love to."

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age-of-play-i-say · 1 year

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Daddy's Plush Replacement, pt. 2

I truly . . . this has gotten away from me, ummm, please blame @justpottytime, enjoy!

This is the best night of my life. My Daddy loves me so much.

I’ve been humping for forever, mesmerized and soft. Edging and plateuing and playing. Smelling Daddy’s shirt, the plushie cover on Teddie rubbing my nipples and winkie. I moan into Teddie’s neck, tangled in my own hair a little bit. I slow down my humpies, sit back on my knees and assess.

Teddie lay still, cock sprung free from beneath my belly.

Teddie was big. Bigger than Daddy.

My walls twitch and I hear myself whine.

No one’s here to stop me or slow me down or make me be careful, I can do what I want,

I’m not a brat, but I am an opportunist.

First thing’s first. I pull back and stand up, pulling my shirt off and tossing it to the side, now only wearing socks. I snatch a sippy that looks full of a cranberry ginger ale, my favorite soda. My heart and pussy feel warm again at the most recent reminder of Daddy’s care.

When I turn back to the bed, I find another. In another small basket on the side table is lube, a few toys, and some liberator towels. There's also a disc case, with a post-it labeled "For Tingles Only - Little or Big".

Curious, I load it into my DVD player Daddy set up for me, too little to wrangle the internet. I nearly fall back onto the daybed when Daddy's beautiful voice comes out of the speakers:

"Hi, Peanut. If you found this, you're probably still Little, which means you're indecisive but unbearably horny."

I nod to myself, trying not to get too embarrassed, overwhelmed by Daddy, despite his physical absence.

"Well, I figured I can help, since I'm so big and I know you so well!

"You have a few choices. You can use this audio, which is designed to get you off without having aaaany big thoughts whatsoever.

"First, tuck that liberator towel under Teddie's strap, just in case you get too excited."

I move to do it, feeling myself relax and drop into my body, taking instructions from Daddy with ease.

"The next two scenes you can skip to are videos for big kid tingles. One shows Daddy solo in our bed, talking about what I want to do with you, Peanut. It's very detailed.

"The other is a video at work, taken right after you told Daddy to pick up sippies with groceries after work. You called me 'Dada' during that voice memo, Peanut, and whewwww, it really made an impression."

I feel another sticky gush coat my thighs as I think of my Daddy, sweating and huffing in a stall, desperate and trying to stay quiet.

All over me saying 'Dada'.

I get several ideas at once, but I shake them out of my head for now, staying fuzzy for Daddy.

"You can decide on videos later, Peanut, for now, grab the lube in the basket and coat Teddie's strap with it. Be generous, no matter how wet you already are."

Whining, my walls already stuttering, I apply a generous amount of lube to Teddie's thingy. I'm breathing hard, but I wait for Daddy.

"Good baby! Now take the leftovers and spread a little on your peepee. Give it an extra little tug for Daddy."

I do. Sparks fly behind my closed eyes. I'm alone, there's no need to be quiet, but I feel shy.

"Stay noisy, Little One. No need to hold in your pleasure.

"Now, crawl into Teddie's lap. . .

"Good, now sit - lightly! - on his big cock. I want your entrance pulsing around his tip. . . Does that feel sooo good baby? Teddie's gonna give you a big stretch so soon! Ohhh, baby, oh mm-"

Daddy cuts off unexpectedly, right as his instructions make me clench on Teddie's big tip.

"Okay unh, ah, okay. Good Peanut. Daddy loves you so much. Okay. Sit up on your knees, relax all your tush and tummy muscles. Ready? Time to mount Teddie. Take your left hand to guide him in further. Your right should be attending to your hard little baby button in front. I'm gonna give you a moment to get settled. You're allowed to come whenever you feel it, okay Little one? Daddy trusts you. . .

"Now sit down on Teddie's cock. Good Baby."

I'm so tightly wound up. As soon as the rest of the strap slipped past my entrance, I started coming for the first time. Rocking my hips in tiny thrusts into my hand, two fingers barely grazing my throbbing little winkie, I see sparkles on the edge of my vision. I let my eyes cross and I stick my tongue out, right as I hear,

"I know it, Little One, I know it feels sooo good with Teddie filling you up. Come for Teddie, baby, come on–"

I explode, eyes closed and body and cunt quivering, milking Teddie's cock. He's so big and it feels so goooood, just like Daddy said. I still feel restless and I bring my hand back to my winkie.

I gasp. I'm still hard, still close somehow. I wrap my hand around my peepee and start polishing my flagpole the old-fashioned way.

"I think you should try to come again, baby. You can grab a toy from the basket, or just rub your peepee for Dada. Keep rubbing, Little one, just rub and rub until it feels like you're gonna explode with all the tingles!

Teddie's big cock stretching me out, the plush pressing against my tush, my legs, my privates. I wriggled a bit, and the plush provided the tactile stimulation I needed to clamp down on Teddie's strap and start keening. I jerk back once, twice, before my vision whites out and I feel another, bigger gush rush out, wetness immediately drawn down into the towel. I come for so long, the keening cuts to silence because I simply run out of air.

I feel spent, happy, and wiggly. I'm satisfied. For now. Daddy's voice floats by again, more in control of himself this time. I smile thinking of Daddy getting all hard and humpy for his baby while trying to ensure my pleasure.

"My good Peanut, I hope you had fun with this. I'm gonna wrap up here, but if you want to keep Teddie warm like you do for Daddy, by all means, please do. Love you, Peanut!" The audio scene ends and pauses automatically, screen blinking with the option to continue to the next scenes. If only I could reach the remote!

I smile and tip forward, lying on Teddie. I can really feel the stretch of his cock from this angle. Now his belly pressed in the cradle of my legs. His plush rubbed at my soft peepee, providing the perfect amount of ticklish friction. I laugh out loud, settling my head and torso on Daddy's shirt.

Feels like Dada's mustache on my baby button!

I giggle again, and the plush tickles my peepee more.

I feel so loved, happy and whole.

And relaxed. And sleepy.

Keep Teddie warm, Dada said so. My last coherent thought.

*(pee stuff after this break, some light diaper stuff, part 3 will be focused on mostly that, jsyk)*

I come to suddenly. I grab my phone to see a few hours have passed and Daddy has checked into his hotel and sent a few updates on his drive.

I think of him alone in that hotel room. Poor Daddy! At least I have Teddie and his cock to keep me company.

I roll my hips down to get some friction inside but get more than I bargained for when the plushie bear belly all around my winkie makes me squeak and gush.

I lean down to adjust the liberator towel to make sure no juices get on Teddie. He's such a clean boy. So handsome, too.

I look down to where Teddie has me speared on his cock. I grab my phone and throw out the kickstand on the bedside table. Wanna send Dada a treat, looks so tingly!

I hit record, lift Teddie's torso up to gather in my arms, and start grinding my hips back and forth and back and forth.

I'm so tight and so sensitive after my little snooze.

Sitting with Teddie's cock inside instead of riding changed his position - now his big cock head was rubbing relentlessly on my front wall.

I'm not gonna last! I realize. And reach behind the camera to pluck a small vibe out of the basket. I tuck in between my peepee and the plushie.

My eyes roll back and I start shaking immediately. My orgasm builds and builds until my eyes are closed again, orgasm building its way up my spine before my pussy clenches and I peak again, gasping and snapping my hips in Teddie’s lap.

I come down, taking note of how wet everything is underneath me. I try to catch my breath, checking the towel to make sure, and sure enough, the absorbent barrier held! I wrinkle my nose at the yucky smell, but I feel accomplished and silly.

I giggle, but it soon turns to a grimace.

Something still feels heavy in my pelvis, a bit sharp, like I need to come again. I had intended to stop the recording and keep warming Teddie, but as soon as I bounce my hips once more, I know that’s not in the cards.

My eyes fly open in recognition and I toss the vibe in the basket, knocking my phone sideways. I think of the potty corner and scrunch up my face, scrambling off Teddie with shaking legs.

The smell of my squirties wafts up from the saturated towel and my cheeks redden with a whimper. Those weren't all just cummies. I forgot I had slept a few hours and- I look around and find the empty sippy that held a full soda. No wonder my poor baby bladder is bursting!

Using my big kid muscle, I just barely make it to the ground without leaks.

Am I naughty? Wanna be good for Daddy.

“Am good! Am good baby! Didn’ know ‘bout potties - and Teddie’s all dry!” I reason with myself aloud, trying not to panic.

I had managed not to wet Teddie, as Daddy asked, but I could feel the pressure rising again, my poor bladder tired from the pounding it had just received. I grabbed at my baby parts, squealing when I made contact with my oversensitive little tdick.

A leak escaped, freely dribbling onto the carpet. My eyes find the basket of diapers and I press my thighs together, shuffling low and slow towards my corner in hopes I can make it to my relief.

#maple writes #maple speaks #Daddy and Peanut #ab/dl post #mind the in story content alert #I know some people love ag4play without p3e so don't say I never did anything for you

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justannadahfanfictor · 5 months

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The Queens successor: part 1

Hey there, so the last few days I’ve been hella into the movie Epic from 2013 and so I ofc came up with a reader Oc idea that I’m going to write. It’s going to be 3 parts. Tbh I can’t really see Ronin with anyone other than Tara but I love the sunshine x grumpy trope. I ofc wanted it to be in the Epic universe so this is what I’ve come up with. Hope you enjoy ❣️

*authors note: hey there I just wanted to apologize in the case I’m not using the correct tags to post this. I saw a post of someone ranting saying it makes the person super angry when the post should be y/n but it’s not. If I knew that I wouldn’t have started writing it the way I did. Now on that note I am going to continue writing at least the rest of this story the way it’s already being written especially because it’s an Oc, but yea, I hope y’all enjoy it as much as possible especially if you’re someone who gets angry when things aren’t written as y/n. Thanks for your understanding.

Word count for pt 1: 3k+

Reader: Oc named Elizabeth but everyone calls her Liz, Poppy, Princess or Princess Poppy

She is Queen Tara’s successor. Queen Tara and Ronin have looked after her since she was a baby.

Love interest: a leaf man named Michael. He is the reader’s personal guard as well as her best friend. He is 2nd in command. Though he is a few years older than Poppy, they grew up together.

Reader and Michael have a relationship very similar to Tara and Ronin (sunshine x grumpy).

This is just a cute fic in the universe of Epic and how Tara and Ronin helped bring the couple together.

There will be quite a bit of parallels in this story compared to Tara and Ronin

17 years prior: Queen Tara’s POV

Today had been a long day. Boggins had become relentless leading to lots and lots of meetings with officials trying to come up with a plan to keep them from crossing into Moonhaven territory. Of course there was also dealing with my feelings for a certain leafman I’ve known for years. I want to be more than friends with him, but I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have. He can be so hard to read sometimes. It made nights like these feel lonely, gloomy; which fit right in with the way the weather was tonight. I was getting ready for bed, listening to the rain as it was really coming down out there.

Thunder began to rumble in when I heard it, clear as day; a baby in distress. I took a second to look out my window where I saw it. There on the palace steps was what looked to be a basket. I extended some vines to bring the basket to me, wanting to get it out of the rain. The sounds of a baby crying became louder as the basket became closer. I pulled the basket up in through the window where I saw the most beautiful baby. She didn’t look to be wearing regular clothes but had an English poppy flower covering her almost like a blanket. I picked the baby up to console her and dry her off a bit when I saw there was a note in the basket. It seemed almost like a cryptic, prophetic message, written in beautiful calligraphy. “She is the secret to future peace; when the time comes and you are deceased.” There was no sign as to who had wrote this. As I went to turn the paper over to look for any answers to who this little girl was, I gave myself a paper cut, hissing out in pain. As I was holding the infant who was now quiet in my arms, she reached out to hold my pointer finger (the finger that was cut). I was going to try to give her a different finger when a soft, warm light shined bright from the palm of her hand. Within seconds, the cut and any evidence there was a cut there before was gone, all healed up. It seemed clear as day this was my sign from Mother Nature. This baby girl was to be the next Queen of Moonhaven. As I was admiring her little features (a tiny button nose, beautiful blue eyes, fiery red hair) she started to whine and cry. I held her close as I rubbed her back speaking sweetly to her. “Alright my little princess; you’re safe with me. What’s the matter hmm? Are you cold?”.

A knock was heard on my door a guard calling out to me; “Your majesty is everything alright in there? I hear crying.” I opened the door to speak with the soldier, holding my little girl close trying to get her to calm down. I told the soldier “everything is alright. I need one of you to go get commander Ronin and bring him back here. Tell him it’s urgent and I need another one of you to find some baby clothes and blankets as well as any other supplies you can find at this hour of night. We will get the rest tomorrow.” The guard was quick to follow orders and go get Ronin. Another guard was quick to come back maybe 10 minutes later with a few baby onsies, diapers and a nice warm blanket. As she handed over the supplies she explained she had had a baby about 2 years ago and these were all extra supplies she had that I could have. I thanked her for her generosity and told her she would be rewarded greatly in the near future. She told me it was not problem but I insisted. She thanked me and then was dismissed to head back home to her own little one.

Less than 30 minutes from my order, Ronin came running to my room looking panicked. He always worries too much. “Your highness I came as soon as I could. What seems to be the problem” He crouched at my side holding my waist lightly inspecting me to check for any wounds and to analyze my face for any giveaways from my mood. I blushed slightly but tried not to say anything about him holding me otherwise he would stop and make distance between us. I told him jokingly “Ronin how many times have I told you just to call me Tara. Everything’s fine, but I wanted you to be the first to know about this. Come sit.” I said making room on the bed next to me. Since it was just the two of us he seemed to have let his guard down sitting next to me holding my hand rubbing his thumb on the back for comfort. “Sorry, what is it you need to tell me” he asked giving me all his attention. He barely even acknowledged that there was a basket sitting near me on the bed as well. “Well,” I started, “I was getting ready for bed when I heard a baby crying from outside.” I pulled the basket towards us showing him there was a baby sleeping sound in that basket. Ronin being the overthinker he is started asking every and any question making sure the baby was not a set up from the Boggins. I stopped him quickly and told him “she’s a sign of the next Queen. Look” I said handing him the note written. He analyzed it quietly before saying “I’ve never seen writing or paper like this before. What do you wish to do with her?” I ran my finger softly over babygirl’s face smiling telling him “it looks like I’ve finally gotten my wish to become a mom in this lifetime.”

I could feel him looking at me and when I went to look back at him, I could feel it. There were no words that needed to be said to feel his love for me. He brought his hand up to my cheek to hold my face lovingly. I could feel the pull we had towards each other, the space between us becoming smaller and smaller when my sweet girl started to whine, wanting to be held. We both pulled away slightly blush and giggling a little. I loved seeing him smile. It was one of the most beautiful things to see/experience. I went to pick her up when Ronin asked if he could hold her instead. I nodded smiling. He picked her up holding her like he was afraid she was gonna break. She looked at him curiously before wrapping her hand around his finger, yawning and curling in closer to him, getting comfy in his arms. She looked so small in his arms. If I could fall even more in love with this man, in that moment, I did. “She’s so small” he said, holding her close. “Do you know what you want to name her?” He asked. I rubbed her nose to her forehead lightly trying to put her back to sleep while she was in his arms and nodded. “I think I am going to name her Elizabeth, but Liz for short or Poppy for a nickname since she came with a big poppy flower.” He smiled looking down at her. “Hello then Poppy. It’s nice to meet you. I promise to always protect you and your mother no matter what it takes.”

He gave her a kiss on the forehead before we put her back in her basket making her comfy. He stood up to go after that and told me “I should get going since it seems we’ll have a busy day tomorrow.” Before he could leave I quickly grabbed his hand. “Stay, please.” My confidence seemed to dwindle a bit so I added “she seems to like you, just in case I need help with her in the night”. He nodded and agreed taking off his shoes before getting under the covers as Liz was put on the ground in her basket next to his side of the bed. I got under the covers and turned off the light. Right before sleep over took me, I felt an arm curl around my waist and bring me closer. I fell asleep, smiling, content with being in the arms of the one I love.

A few months later:

Elizabeth was secretly a blessing for Ronin and i’s relationship. Over the last few months, we had fallen into a routine of taking care of her, him staying over most nights. The kingdom was very happy to hear of the new successor and although many didn’t say anything, I could see and feel they were happy for whatever was going on between Ronin and I.

Things however almost took a turn for the worst about a week ago. We were sitting having tea after a meeting about new procedures for Boggins at the border and how many leafmen had said they felt something big was about to happen. Ronin was holding Liz making faces at her trying to get her to smile and giggle. I looked at him smiling and without even thinking I told him quietly but confidently “I love you”. He stopped what he was doing and asked me “what did you say?” I was scared to tell him but I figured it was now or never. I took a deep breath and started “ I said I love you. I knew I loved you before, I’ve known for years, but seeing you with Poppy, seeing how good you are with her, the closer we’ve gotten since she came into our lives, I can’t avoid my feelings for you anymore. I love you Ronin. I want to wake up next to you every morning and go to sleep next to you every night. I want to work alongside you until my last breath, I want to make you smile as much as I possibly can because to see you smile is to see one of the most beautiful things on earth.”

He looked shocked at my confession with a little bit of fear as well. He didn’t say anything just put Liz back in her stroller and told me “sorry, I forgot I have to go. Meeting with the other leafmen about a possible ambush.” He couldn’t even look me in the eyes. Had I been reading the situation all wrong? A few tears rolled down my cheeks as I was left with my daughter alone.

It’s been about a week and I’ve had very little interaction with Ronin and it’s not from lack of trying. Any chance he gets to avoid me or not talk about what happened a week ago he does. It’s taking a toll on Elizabeth. She’s been extra fussy. In the night sometimes it takes hours to get her to sleep because I know she just wants him to hold her. I may be her mother, but along the way, Ronin became her father and she’s 100% a daddy’s girl. After another night of little to no sleep because of not being able to calm Poppy, I finally snapped.

It was late morning when Ronin came in to debrief with me on the training they were going to be doing today closer to the border, which would leave the village and palace heavily under protected but I figured it was alright. There had been no attacks in months, today hopefully would be no different. I had been nodding off a little towards the end when Ronin tried to get my attention. “Is everything alright Queen Tara? You seem really tired.” Wonder what gave it away. Maybe the eyebags I had from multiple sleepless nights, or the constant yawning. “No everything is not alright” I said with a deep sigh, trying not to explode. I continued on “I know you are upset with me about last week but that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on Elizabeth. Whether you like it or not she has become attached to you these last few months. I have stayed up the last week every single night because she won’t stop crying. She cries until she’s exhausted and then falls asleep for maybe 30 minutes and then cries some more. She wants you. She wants her father.” “Queen Tara-“ he went to speak when Poppy started to cry from the other room. With tears about to overflow from my eyes I took a deep breath and told him “have a good training, stay safe” and then headed to find my princess. I picked her up holding her close to me. “Shh, I know honey, I know, mama’s here. I know I’m not the one you want but please try to calm down for me” I said while rubbing circles on her back walking around the room a bit. What I didn’t see was Ronin standing in the doorway, with guilt taking over his facial features before he left for training.

Ronin’s POV:

Hearing Tara tell me she loves me just made me panic. I was so happy to hear what I feel is reciprocated, but I just had so many other things running through my mind. What if because I am a high ranking officer she is used as collateral damage. What if Princess Poppy was taken to get to me, to torture me? What if I’m a bad father, a bad husband? What if my serious nature weighs on Tara’s happiness? “You okay there Commander? You seem really in your head lately.” My best friend says to me as we start off the training. He was the only one who knew what happened last week and the only one I really talked to about my love for our Queen and childhood friend. “Yea, just got into it a bit with Tara about the princess before we left.” I said sadly looking down at the forces already working on their maneuvers and training. My friend nodded, putting a hand on my shoulder and just told me “dude you gotta apologize and tell her how you feel. You’ve wanted to be with her for forever, now’s your chance.”

Before I could respond, our forces were attacked by Boggins, a good amount of them but not nearly enough for this to be it after months of no attacks. Before killing one of the last ones that came to attack us I held my sword to his throat and said “where are the rest of you?” He smirked spitting out some blood before saying really arrogantly, “We heard there’s a new princess of Moonhaven. We just want to come and introduce ourselves to her. Btw, you’ll never make it back in time to protect her.” Before he could say anything else I killed him and yelled out to my 2nd in command. “The Queen and Princess are in danger. Keep 1/2 of the soldiers here in case this is a ploy and the other half come with me. Move like your life depends on it.” I called for my bird and took off before anyone else was even following behind. I had to get there before either of them got hurt. If I cant tell Tara how I feel, if I never get to hold Liz again, I will never forgive myself.

When we got back to the village, many were in lockdown as Boggins were wreaking havoc. I killed a few as I flew towards the palace. When I got to the palace, I saw dead leafmen on the ground. I hurried in, sword at the ready. A few more leafmen had finally arrived for backup. There were so many Boggins. I started killing on a frenzy once I heard my princess crying. I followed the crying to a room upstairs. It was coming from a room we created to be a safe room years ago, we just never thought we’d have to use it. “Tara” I called out frantically. “Are you in there?” “Yes we’re okay. Is it safe to come out yet?” She asked. It was so relieving to hear her voice. “Not yet” I told her. “I want to make sure theres no Boggins hiding anywhere” I added. Once we did a perimeter sweep and everything was cleared I knocked on the door telling her it was all clear. Tara opened the door and before she could say anything, I pulled her in by her waist with one hand and cupped her cheek gently with the other and kissed her. I put every emotion I had been feeling over the last week into that kiss. I pulled back when I needed air and put our foreheads together. “I love you too” I told her quietly.

“I thought I was never going to be able to say that to you.” I was wrapped up in some vines and lifted off my feet as she said to me “im not completely helpless yknow” which made Poppy giggle from her place on Tara’s hip. “I am aware” I said unamused. “You’re the life of the forest, looking after you is my duty. And Poppy my little princess must carry on your legacy when the time comes. She’s already full of life herself.” I felt the vines loosen and put me back down on the ground but one tickling the side of my face. “Say it again” she whispered, almost as if she were afraid this was all a dream. “I love you” I told her again as she got closer and kissed me again, this kiss full of passion and love. We broke the kiss when I started to hear whining coming from Liz who did not like not having our attention it seems. She was getting ready to start crying again when I picked her up and brought her into my arms.

Almost immediately the whining ceased as I brought her to my chest patting and rubbing circles on her back. “Aww, did someone miss me. I’m so sorry my baby, I’m right here. Daddy’s not going anywhere.” She was cradled in my arms and within minutes, she was knocked out. As I looked down at her lovingly Tara said sadly “she’s missed you so much” I held her closer telling her “I’m not going anywhere this time. I’m sorry I ran the last time. I just didn’t want to put you in danger and didn’t know if I was enough to be with an absolute queen both metaphorically and literally.” The rest of the day was spent together, just holding my princess in my arms and spending time with the love of my life. Things really had changed so much these last few months but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Poppy truly is a blessing.

Authors note: hey there I hope you enjoyed the first part! I wanted to add drawing I created of the oc characters Poppy and Michael 🙂 I’m also gonna add the edit of epic that has just had its claws dug into me these last few days. I want a love like this 😩

#ronin x tara #epic 2013 x reader #fluff #angst #ronin x daughter! reader #Queen tara x daughter! reader #oc character #sunshine x grumpy #epic 2013

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mycoolwritingcorner · 1 year

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Ames

Written for Sailor Moon LGTBQ+ Week.

Day 6: Pet Names.

Ami is confused by what Makoto has been calling her.

@smlgbtqweek

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“Hey Ames, you want anything while I’m in here?” Makoto called to Ami from her kitchen, having stepped away from their study session briefly to check on a pie she had in the oven.

Ami blushed lightly, before shouting back, “No, Mako, I’m fine.” Trying to focus back on her studies.

‘Ames’. It was what Mako had taken to calling her since they started dating. This had perplexed the blunette, was it meant to be a shortening of her name? It seemed to be, but… her name didn’t have a hard ‘A’ sound the way ‘Ames’ did.

Mako returned to the room, pie in her oven-mitted hands, “Alright, move the books over, we’re taking a pie break.” She said with a smile.

“Of course we are.” Ami said, moving the books off of Mako’s coffee table so she could set the pie down.

“Hey! C’mon now, I’ve been doing good! Don’t I deserve a bit of pie?” Mako said, looking at Ami with big puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, fine, fine! We can take a pie break.” Ami said with a smile.

Mako threw her arms around the smaller girl and planted a kiss on her cheek, “I knew you couldn’t resist me, Ames.” She said with a smile, before going back to the kitchen to grab plates, a knife and silverware for the pie, leaving Ami alone on the couch, blushing.

When Mako returned with what she needed, Ami finally asked the question which had been on her mind, “Why do you call me that?”

“Hm? What, ‘Ames’?” The brunette asked, looking up at her from cutting the pie.

“Yeah.”

“Uh… because it’s cute? Why? Do you not like me calling you that?” The green-eyed girl asked, looking a little sad.

“No no no! Nothing like that! I was just curious where it came from.” Ami quickly explained, not wanting her to get the wrong idea.

“Oh, well, remember that time when that foreign exchange student mispronounced your name as ‘Amy’ and we all gave you crap for it for, like, a week?”

“Yes, of course, how could I ever forget how funny you all found a basic error in pronunciation?” Ami said, clearly unamused.

“Well, after we started dating, I remembered that and… I dunno, one thing led to another, and I just liked the way ‘Ames’ sounded.” Mako said, handing Ami a piece of pie.

“I see… why was that what you were thinking of after we started dating though?” Ami asked, confused how the two were connected.

“Oh, well, um…” Mako began, her face quickly turning red, “... well obviously everyone else already calls you by your name and well I… I just wanted something that was special for me.”

“O-oh, I see…” Ami said, also blushing, “So… like a pet name?”

“Yeah… I guess like a pet name.” Mako said with a smile, taking the first bite of her piece of pie.

“Aw, Mako… that’s so sweet.” Ami said, causing the auburn-haired girl to blush even more, “I feel bad though, everyone already calls you by the shortened version of your name so I can’t claim that for myself.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out, after all…” Mako said, wiping a stray bit of pie off of Ami’s face with her thumb, “... you are my little genius, right Ames?”

Ami turned beet red, but didn’t look away from her, “Y’know… I really love it when you call me that.”

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Okay so... I can explain.

So, I’m not the biggest fan of the original dub, truth be told I don’t think I’ve seen more than one full episode of it. That being said... I have always had a soft spot for Mako calling Ami ‘Ames’, which originated in that dub. Obviously, the problem being that nickname only really works if her name is ‘Amy’ and not ‘Ami’ but y’know...

Look, if it wasn’t already clear, this fic was very self-indulgent.

But yeah, that was day six! This will be my last contribution to this event as I will not be doing a post for the free day, but I had so much fun participating, as well as seeing what other people made!

If you enjoyed my posts for this event, please consider checking out my other work, as well as leaving a comment, reblog, like, etc. on this one.

And until next time, take care everyone!

#smlgbtqweek23 #makoami #amimako #ami x makoto #makoto x ami #sailor mercury #sailor jupiter #ami mizuno #makoto kino #sailor moon #pretty guardian sailor moon #sailor moon fanfiction #wlw #lesbian #lgbtq

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letters-from-dekarios · 5 months

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picture of val if needed ^ :) [Valentine is a redeemed durge tiefling barbarian who is still doing his best to abide by Gale’s request to send letters while he is away. He is a sweet, affectionate, if not a little oblivious, man who will lend a helping hand to anyone who needs it, even if his hands are full, or covered in cuts and bruises.

Luckily, Valentine’s handwriting has improved tremendously since his first letter and nearly every word is legible. This letter is written on a page torn out of a sketchbook, evident by the rough edge on one side of the paper. There are small doodles around the edge of the page as if the person writing had gotten distracted while trying to think of what to say.

After the events in the main campaign, he and Gale get married, and the two of them occasionally visit old friends. (that scene in-game was so cute btw) However, this time, Gale was too busy to come with him, leaving Valentine to visit Halsin on his own. (I wasn’t sure how to write this so I hope this is ok! D:)]

My beloved Gale,

I am still a little upset that you sent me all this way all on my own. Although I am a very capable man, your company is still always appreciated on these journeys.

When I arrived in what used to be the shadowlands, Halsin was very eager to greet me. Although, he did deflate a bit when I explained to him why you weren’t with me. I’m sure he understands that you are very busy as a professor. Although, he requested that you visit with me next time. He says that he misses your witty humor. (I do too at the moment.)

I saw the owlbear cub that we sent home with Halsin at the last reunion. He looks wonderful! He has grown a significant amount, I’m not sure he realizes this. Still, I rough-house with him nonetheless, although I can already imagine your complaints about all of the dust in my hair once we’re done. Perhaps you could wash it for me when I return. Somehow, I always miss a patch no matter how much I scrub. I suppose the horns get in the way.

Unrelated, but I feel as though I am getting better at this letter-writing thing. As we have discussed in passing, we lead very different lives before the tadpole situation. From the little I can recall, I did not have to write letters very often. Your pointers have been very helpful, although I am not surprised, you are a wonderful teacher, my dear.

I will be leaving in 3 days to come back home to you. I assume that by the time you receive this letter, I will be well on my way home. I will do my best not to keep you waiting.

Yours forever and always, Valentine P.S. Look, it’s us! (There is an arrow pointing to a small doodle of two stick figures holding hands.)

Sweet Valentine,

I send my sincerest apologies for being unable to make the journey with you this time around, my love. Be it any other time and I would have gone readily with you, but with my nose so deep into my work, it is hard to pull away. I promise to make it up to you when you return.

Give Halsin my regards as well. I am sure he understands, but I hate to even think of the big bear of a man upset over something so trivial. I’ll make sure to write him when I catch a moment to myself.

Be careful with the cub, darling! Though I am pleased to hear he is doing well. I had no doubts about the young creature growing just fine on his own, but with Halsin he is sure to have sprouted quite a bit since I last saw him. Give him some pets for me, darling.

You are improving quite a bit with each correspondence we send, my love. It feels as though only yesterday I was teaching you how to address an envelope, and now you are sending them entirely on your own. It warms my heart to know you were willing to learn something so mundane for me. For us. I’ll have you know I’ve kept every last one of your letters, and this will be added to the growing pile.

I await your return home, my love. Though it has only been a few days since you left, my heart longs to be close to yours once more. May your journey home be safe and quick, darling.

Always yours,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

P.S. I think I may have this letter framed simply for your drawings. You should teach an art class!

text reads: gale dekarios

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shirefantasies · 6 months

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Hello! I’m new to Tumblr, your blog was one of the first I found and followed! I was wondering if you could match/ship/pair me with an LotR character! Specifically LotR if you end up getting around to me, please!

I’m 5’3” with dark hair, though I keep it shaven in a buzz cut style. I’m pansexual, so you can ship me with anyone. I’m also autistic and possibly ADHD and OCD. Still learning about myself and trying to get diagnoses and people that understand me.

Moving on! I’m rather goofy! I’ve got a silly, meme-like side to me that I have trouble restraining. I’ll constantly see references to memes/obscure things I like everywhere and always point them out. I also make random noises and jokes that only those close to me will understand or be able to interpret the meaning of. I’m a good listener, and always try to help solve problems, though I may not be too good at getting the end result where it needs to be. Hahaha! I like to cuddle people, though I’m a little picky with touch because of sensory issues.

As for the other side of me, I am very paranoid, and have anxiety, severe depression, and PTSD, so it’s hard for me to trust people. I’m introverted, too. I always have been but ever since the trauma that caused my mental health issues I’ve become extremely introverted, almost in a comical way. I have some self-hate based behaviors towards myself that I’m working on unlearning. I constantly need reminded to take care of myself, and will have unexpected breakdowns, depression lows, or flashbacks. There are things or actions that will upset/trigger me that may need to be avoided. It’s rough but I still try my best to please everyone.

I hope that’s enough, if it’s not you can always contact me directly for more info or with questions! Thanks for considering!

Well that’s such an honor! Glad to be an early addition to your tumblr family 🥰 heck yeah you can have a lord of the rings character, and I hope you like being a hobbit because because I ship you with…

Pippin!

Sometimes it feels like no one understands him. So when Pippin hears tales of some far-off hermit, he feels a strange kinship with them immediately knowing only that they are the subject of talk, too. Maybe they’ve disappointed people with ways they cannot help, too. Pippin, though, could never run away from people- he loves them too much, enough to try again and again until he gets it right. He doesn’t know why he is the way he is, after all. He just is. Isn't everybody?

He gets lost one day, lost further out in the edges of the hills then he's been yet. Not quite far enough to be frightened, but just enough to see the waning of the hobbit-holes and the thinning of the Shire's green hills. It isn't until the sun descends that he truly gets concerned, rushing to the nearest hole he finds and ringing the bell dangling by its big round door. You answer, looking quite puzzled and not entirely unafraid of the stranger before you. What do you say? "Er, can I help you?" "Well," he begins, "I'm lost, you see. Can I trouble you to stay the night before I return to the road?" Silence overtakes you, ponderance, glances this way and that, before you finally nod and bid him entry. "You've not come to report to the others, have you now?" "I beg your pardon?" "Back in town. All the rumors. Part of why I avoid it, not that it helps them," you shake your head. That is when Pippin realizes he's found his kindred hermit, and you are nothing like he imagined. Contrary to the stories, he thinks there's something about you that looks...friendly.

"You're the-!" Barely resisting the urge to exclaim 'hermit', Pippin glances around your mostly quite normal hobbit hole. "Erm, I always wondered why they told all those stories." "Because they're a fat lot of gossips, that's why," you shoot back, shuffling through your kitchen, "they aren't exactly the champions of anyone who's...different." "That I know," Pippin responds with a nod, voice going a bit quiet. His words have you turning around, peering at him like you've only just seen him. "I see. Well, want anything?" In the end, you share some of your dinner with this stranger, who tells you his name is Peregrin Took, more frequently called Pippin. Pippin doesn't mock the sounds you make, in fact you notice that he seems to find himself mimicking them. As you go through the evening's motions, he doesn't seem to mind that you have your way of doing things. When something you see reminds you of a song you made up, you can't help but sing it, and soon Pippin is joining along. You even make up a song together. When he leaves, you find yourself saying something very uncharacteristic: "If you ever want to come back, well, I'll be here." Something in his smile, the way he nods, has you feeling strangely hopeful.

Come back he does, and sing more songs to and with you in that beautiful voice he does. You're ready for him to recoil, to pack up and leave you behind like everyone else does when he catches a nightmare turning to a breakdown, but as he peers in the doorway he simply asks if he can touch you, hold your hand or even you. When he stays, helps you with breakfast and cheers at your smile, twirling you across the kitchen, well, you can't help feeling a rare peace at your little paradise getting a bit bigger.

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Here is my Winter Gift Exchange '23 fic for @moistspaghettis on tumblr. Sorry it's late but hope you like it! Happy holidays!

Thank you to @eyeshields for organizing!

Title: A Very Special Christmas (Bowl)

Rating: Gen

Relationship: Kobayakawa Sena/Shin Seijuurou

Tags: Fluff, Missing Scene, Crushes

Summary: Christmas Eve is considered one of the most romantic evenings. Leave it to Sena to spend it talking about football.

Tomorrow is Christmas, and Deimon did not make it to the Christmas Bowl. They’d been knocked out in the semifinals by Oujou in a rematch that mirrored last year. It had gone down to the wire, decided by one failed tackle at the end zone. Sena still gets a bit emotional when he thinks about it, even now a few weeks later. It had been a devastating loss. But if they had to lose to anyone, at least it had been to Oujou who’d gone on to win the whole thing and advanced to the Christmas Bowl. Even so, Sena’s restless energy has been compounding every day since Deimon got knocked out of the tournament.

He’s taken to late evening walks to try and help him wind down with varying levels of success.

Sena’s breath puffs out in little clouds and mingles with the string-light sparkly night air when he sighs, long and heavy. When he looks ahead again, he sees an approaching figure. Whoever they are, they’re pretty big. They cut an intimidating figure in their matching snow pants and jacket combo, but their ski mask has a pompom bobbing on top which instantly erases most of Sena’s nervousness. He decides against crossing the street in favor of scooting to the side to let them pass. If Sena were bolder, he would talk to them about joining a football club.

Instead of passing, the other guy pulls down his knitted ski mask and fixes Sena with a confused stare.

“Shin-san?” Sena asks, jaw dropping as recognition knives through him. Sena’s failed tackle had been against Shin to give Oujou the win. And there he was, wearing a pompom.

“Kobayakawa Sena?” Shin asks back, seemingly confused.

“Y-yes? What are you doing here?” Sena asks.

“Training,” Shin says after a pause. “This is my neighborhood.”

“This is—” Sena looks over his shoulder. He feels out of place immediately. The houses here are bigger traditional homes. Even the decorations are more elegant. The lights precisely line each wall, gold dusted ornaments drip from tree branches, lush wreaths at every door. There’s not an inflatable reindeer in sight. “I think I took a wrong turn somewhere. S-sorry, Shin-san.”

“Our schools are not that far apart. I’ve found myself in your neighborhood before.”

“Right,” Sena says, still embarrassed. “Well, I’ll let you get back to—to your run.”

Neither of them move.

“You don’t know how to get back,” Shin states bluntly.

“No, no, I definitely…” Sena forces himself to perk up. “I can figure it out!”

“Hm,” Shin says. He pulls the ski mask off completely and tucks it into his jacket pocket. With a gloved hand, he smooths out his messy dark hair. He looks over at Sena expectantly. “Do you want to come in for a moment? I can show you the way.”

“Oh, uh, okay,” Sena says, carefully shuffling after. They walk to a white house with red and yellow string lights mapping out the roof, making it resemble a frosted gingerbread house. “Are you excited about tomorrow?”

“Ah,” Shin says, blinking. He takes off his winter gloves and grips them tightly in one hand, but his gaze drifts off. He almost sounds distracted, which gives Sena pause. Shin’s consistent focus has always been one of his defining characteristics in Sena’s mind. “That’s right.”

“Shin-san, is everything… okay?” Sena asks with genuine concern. “I don’t want to pry, but, well.”

Ducking his head, Shin scrubs a hand through his hair again. A frustrated breath later, Shin drops his hand, but avoids Sena’s searching look. “We should sit down.”

With all the discipline Sena can muster, he hangs his coat up and takes his shoes off with exaggerated calm. They enter a small sitting room with a cozy looking kotatsu. There’s no decorations inside, and the house is quiet. Shin pours them water and sets out a small platter of sliced fruit despite Sena’s insistent protests.

“I heard your stomach growl,” Shin says.

“Erm, well,” Sena mumbles, “I don’t have to watch my diet so much now that it’s the off season.”

Shin stares at the sliced fruit. “I’d wanted our teams to meet in the finals.”

“Unlucky we were on the same side of the bracket,” Sena muses. “Again.”

“The commentators called it a grudge match.”

“It’s definitely not! That’s so embarrassing.” Shaking his head, Sena smiles as he thinks about their match. “I wish we’d won, but I’m glad it’s Oujou representing us.”

“Are you coming to watch tomorrow?”

As if there is any doubt. “Of course! We have a whole group going from Deimon. Some are doing a watch party at Komusubi’s. It’s gonna be a crazy game. I think you and Yamato are a good match up.”

Shin leans forward, arms crossed on the small kotatsu table. His dark eyes are intent as they pierce into Sena. “Who will you be rooting for?”

“For Shin-san,” Sena says simply, voice quiet. He pinches a thin slice of pear between his fingers. The pear bursts sweetly against Sena’s tongue when he bites into it. “If Deimon can’t win, then I want Oujou to win.”

There’s a heavy pause that makes Sena look up from eating, self-conscious.

Shin clears his throat. “Actually, I feel nervous for tomorrow.”

Several phrases of what to say run through Sena’s mind. Mainly shock and disbelief that someone like Shin—someone so steady and collected—could be nervous of all things. Sena from last year might have spoken out with the first thought that came to mind, but instead he pauses, eyes lowering.

“I have not felt nerves in a long time,” Shin continues. “It’s off putting. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“What do you usually feel before a game?”

Shin’s broad hand rubs against his jaw, deep in thought. “Nothing.”

Sena’s mouth parts while Shin just shrugs. No wonder Shin seemed off.

“I remember I’d get so anxious the night before games that I would sleep walk,” Sena says, laughing. “It still happens sometimes.”

“When I said I was training earlier,” Shin says. “I was supposed to rest today, but I couldn’t sit still. Walked around for an hour.”

Sena’s face softens. He didn’t think he and Shin would have so much in common. “There’s all this weight on your shoulders to carry the team. Being the captain and ace and all that.”

“Representing all of the East,” Shin adds.

“And then all your teammates where this is their last year to play ever. So it feels like you have no choice but to win and—okay, sorry, that’s probably not helping.” Just imagining that has Sena drumming his fingers on the tabletop. He looks up at Shin, who’s barely just smiling, and his heartbeat picks up. Stupid anxiety. “Ah, being nervous—I think it shows how important tomorrow is for you,” Sena says softly.

Underneath the table, their knees brush together.

“Yeah, probably,” Shin says. His hand is again resting against his mouth, thoughtful. “I always want to perform well, which usually means winning.”

“But tomorrow?” Sena asks when Shin trails off.

“It’d really bother me if I lost on that big of a stage with you rooting for me.”

The pear drops from Sena’s limp grip. He swallows thickly. “W-what—if you—if you—?”

Shin continues eating. His dark eyes keep meeting Sena, and now it’s Sena looking away.

“I make you nervous?” Sena squeaks.

“Something like that.”

“Hiruma’ll be happy to know that I finally intimidated you,” Sena mumbles. “Only took two years.”

“You’re an exceptional athlete, but I did not say intimidating.”

“How’re your nerves?”

“Better.”

“Um, well, it is getting late, so if you’re still feeling pent up—um, anxious then maybe a walk, like, if you still needed to, ah, y’know, because of tomorrow.”

Over the last year, with joint training camps and scrimmaging, they’ve gotten close enough to figure out each other’s ticks and relax around each other. They’re both quieter by nature, but being comfortable has allowed them to joke in a way that they don’t do as often around others. Shin now parses through Sena’s word vomit with ease.

“Sure, I could use a walk.”

Shin cleans up for them, and a few minutes later, Shin’s walking Sena home. There’s an ease to his gait even in the snowy conditions, shoulders relaxed. More than that, Sena feels Shin present next to him, no longer miles away in his own head, spiraling. They chat quietly, about football, about other things, and the walk passes by pleasantly until they’re at Sena’s front gate.

“Do you, um, want to come in?” Sena asks.

“It is getting late,” Shin says.

“Oh, yeah.” Disappointment flutters briefly in Sena’s chest. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Maybe tomorrow,” Shin says, “after celebrating.”

Sena nods, no longer as wound up as he was earlier that evening. “Good luck, Shin-san.”

“Thank you, Kobayakawa,” Shin says. He waits by the gate until Sena’s inside before trekking off.

Sena peeks out the window, watching Shin’s broad back trail out of view.

"Was that your date?" Sena's mom, Mihae, asks suddenly from the living room. It looks like his parents just came back from their date. She's unclasping her fancy dangly earrings. His dad is loosening his tie.

"How long have you been watching?" Sena asks, mortified. "When did you come back?"

"Honey, don't even fret," Mihae says. "I was about your age when I first went out on Christmas Eve."

Sena's face floods with color. He plays back that evening spent with Shin, Christmas Eve spent with Shin. It was total happenstance but all the pieces seem to form the conclusion that it was, in fact, a date. Accidentally, but still a date. And what's more:

"I think we have another date tomorrow."

#es2023wge #ShinSena #fic #eyeshield 21 #E21

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