#alright that’s it someone needs to make a better ship name for them

[tallfroggieart]

AGH HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! (ft., ofc, our favorite ot3)

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, round 2.5 of the major bracket

Propaganda:

For Eddie Brock and Venom:

I'm pretty sure its Canon in the comics and like, Canon adjacent in the 2nd movie??? Idk I just watched the first one sooo, anyways, this isn't propaganda i just couldn't remember if you said they needed to be Canon so I put what I rembered about that here, idk I'm proboboly just gonna send the propaganda in the ask box at a later date 

They eat people:) venom is an alien symbiote and Eddie is the host and they have melded together into one being. They care for and protect each other and are so intimately intwined they are only ever separated by force. Also they’re both absolute disasters and they periodically bite and eat the heads off their enemies. 

They eat people <3 

For Will and Hannibal:

Ive previously only heard the term "murder husbands" refer to hannigram so it feels flitting. The whole series culminated with a murder they did together bathing in blood. 

The show and ship that coined murder husbands. It’s in the text in s3 from a journalist side character. They do Many murders either together or as a message to each other. Usually this involves turning the dead body into an art piece. The show ends with them killing a guy together in a slo mo scene backed by porno music.

They're both batshit and manipulative.

ALRIGHT so they're not canonically together but it is HEAVILY implied and they have some sort of fucked up psychosexual obsession with each other. in the later parts of the show they start committing murder and cannibalism together and they're soooo unhinged but it's awesome

kill people for each other. maim each other. kill people together. most batshit insane metaphors. send each other to jail. ruin everyone’s lives. someone can probably say this better than me but these gay people are insane

Literally THE murder husbands. They kill for each other. They've tried to kill each other. They're canon in all but name, like the homoeroticism between these two is the driving force of the show.

one time hannibal folded a guy into an origami human heart

They are in love and they kill and eat people. They are called Murder Husbands in canon.

The original murder husbands (literally, that's not just their ship name, they get called that in canon)

The show begins with Will working for the FBI and trying to catch Hannibal, but because Hannibal is so intrigued by the way Will is able to see the world and the motives behind the killings so easily, it becomes a game of Hannibal isolating Will even more from the people around and seducing him to try and kill. By the time Will starts embracing the side of him that Hannibal sees, he starts oulling back and trying to distance himself so that when the time comes for Will to fully embrace himself and Hannibal, no one really suspects what they have planned. 

hannibal literally does murder as courtship and it works bc will is also a fucked up little guy

I'm actually quite offended they aren't included by default (joke). They are THE murder husbands!!!!!! (mod note: they should have been, but I wanted to see how many submissions they'd get. They got 19, making them a little more than 6% of total submission count).

do i have to say it. they literally get called murder husbands IN THE SHOW

There are 3201 works for Hannibal on ao3 tagged Murder Husbands. They are the ogs, they are the pioneers we owe it all to them.

THEE murder couple. You know it. I know it. They commit crimes at each other as courting and then commit crimes together and then fall off a cliff to wash up somewhere and live on to serve cunt. Get referred to as 'murder husbands' in canon. What more do you need

Hannigram were literally called Murder Husbands in canon, they are the og, they are THE blueprint. They were gay as hell and comitted so much murder so many crimes. THEY RAN OFF TO EUROPE TOGETHER.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hi! Congrats on 1000 followers!

Could you do a cg! Rafe Cameron x little! Reader with the prompts "shh, go back to sleep. you need it." and "shh shh, no, it's alright. you're fine, shh."

Btw, I love your blog and I’m so happy you’re doing obx fics now!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you’re fine ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

» rafe cameron x reader

» a/n: hope you don’t mind me taking some creative liberties and making this pouge!reader turned kook!reader

» warnings: set sometime in season 3, talk of canon events, pouge!reader turned kook!reader, pet names, nightmares, angst, crying, hurt/comfort I’m still not sure I like this

Rafe jolts when you wake up with a choked off scream that quickly turns to a sob, he moves from his place in a chair in the corner of the room to the side of your bed in seconds, already reaching to rub your back.

“Shh, shh, no, it's alright. you're fine, shh.” He soothes and pulls you up into his lap when you reach out for him.

“It’s okay baby, you’re alright.” It’s so gentle coming out of his mouth you’d swear it wasn’t Rafe if it wasn’t for the moonlight coming in through the window lighting up his distraught expression scrunched on his face.

It’s been months of this. Of waking up in nightmares that leave you shaking and grasping for Rafe to be at your side, of Rafe doing absolutely everything he can to comfort you, of you trying to adjust to living in Tannyhill with Rafe rather than back on the Cut near Jj’s house where you grew up. You and Jj don’t talk anymore, none of the pogues give you so much as a sparing glance, they’re all too aware of what side you chose when you didn’t flee off that cargo ship with them- you stayed with Rafe.

“I- I was back there-.” Rafe tightens his arms around you with a low shh that you listen to easily, leaning into his touch and letting him start to rock the both of you in place.

“You’re not there, you’re here with me. We’re safe and back in obx, we never have to be there again.” It’s not the fear that was steadily coursing through your veins on that boat that bothers you, really it isn’t, it’s the look of absolute betrayal that spread over all your old friends’ faces.

It’s something you can’t shake and while you know you made the right decision- you, Rafe, and Barry melted the cross down, you’re all rich, Ward isn’t around to bother you, you’re living a better lifestyle than you’ve ever dreamed- it’s still stomach churning to think about the pogues. You don’t even know where they are right now or what they’ve been up to, once they found out you helped melt the cross that was it, you had hope that maybe they’d see where you were coming from but that crossed the line. A line you truly didn’t think existed.

You grew up on the Cut with them, hell you had problems with Kiara when John B introduced her because she had a house on Figure Eight, you never thought you’d end up on this side of island for anything more than a job or a party, you thought you’d be with them no matter what, that nothing that happened would break the bond between you and the other pogues and now-. If you think about this too much you’ll get a headache.

“Shh, go back to sleep. you need it." The feeling of Rafe’s chin hooking atop your head brings you back to where you are.

“I’m sorry.” After that day on the boat where you had clung to Rafe the second you two were alone, crying and scared, slipped so far into your headspace you couldn’t think about that fact that you were hugging around Rafe Cameron- it feels like all you’ve done is apologize to him. The guilt of absolutely everything you do eats at you, no matter what choice you make it ends up hurting someone, you end up being the problem.

“You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Rafe replies with zero hesitation as he always done. He’s never questioned your loyalty to him or said you need to get over what happened with the pogues, in some weird way you think understands it, he doesn’t have anyone but you and Barry left. And even then- Barry betrayed him once, you can still feel the tension between them at times because of it.

“You’re always taking care of me and I’m still a mess.” It took all of two seconds for Rafe to jump into caregiver mode on that boat when he realized that you were regressed, you don’t think he’s ever gotten out of it. Months later and nothing has changed, he’s taken on the role as your caregiver without a single question or judgement made, as if he already knows everything he needs to know to watch you.

“Shush baby, it’s not your fault those pogues put you through so much.”

Logically you know Rafe’s version of events are skewed and probably will be no matter what you say- but it still hurts a little to think he blames them in full. It was your own fault, you went along with every plan they came up with from that first day John B said you guys should go out looking for the royal merchant after that storm, and even if you eventually felt out of your depth and like things were getting too hectic and you wanted to tell them to stop- to go back to how you all were before- it’s still on you.

“They’re never going to forgive me.” You whisper and truly don’t mean to, that was supposed to stay in your head.

“They’ve put you through hell, you aren’t the one that needs to be forgiven, you made the right decision. The smart one.” You nod at Rafe’s serious but soft tone and curl farther into his chest.

“Yeah, I’m glad I have you.” Everything else aside- you’d do anything to keep Rafe around, he’s there for you in a way none of the pogues ever have been and you can’t ignore that.

“You’ll always have me baby.” He presses a kiss to the side of your forehead and lays you both back against the bed, shifting slightly so you can lay over his chest and he can pull a blanket over both of you.

“Try and sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You hum to Rafe, letting your eyes slip shut in contentment. He will be here when you wake up, you know that, you’d never doubt that, and it makes some of that guilt slip off your shoulders.

[pregnant-piggy]

Hope

Kaz Brekker x reader

word count: 5.2k

summary: left with nothing but a broken heart in Ketterdam, you decide to start life anew across the sea. but first there is someone you need to say goodbye to

The wind was whirling around your body, howling between the squeaking ships. It tugged and pulled on all sides. Stung in your eyes, but that could also be the tears you were trying to hold back. 

You weren't sure why it affected you this much. You had known from the start that it was bound to end in doom, that nothing about it would work, but you had nurtured a futile hope like it was a wounded bird. Carefully, delicately, but it had grown stronger over time. The broken shatters of your heart had allowed themselves to heal and now the seams were ripped open again. You were bleeding life. No wound had ever hurt this much. 

-=-=-=-

Your foot tapped a rhythm on the creaking floorboards as you tried to focus on your surroundings. It had been better this time. Not faultless—it never was—but better. You were in, would get the money, and then you'd be out again. Simple as that. 

Of course, nothing was ever that simple in Ketterdam. 

The papers in front of you were false. Your story was a lie. Your identity a scam. The only truthful thing about you was that you were physically there, but that was only because you didn't trust anyone enough to do this for you. You knew that you could have asked some of your old friends to do this—it probably would have been easier to let them do it. In, out, done, without having to go through the entire act. But they were still working for him. And you didn't want him included. Anymore. 

You could do this alone. You'd done it before. Stuttering and stammering so badly that they had asked you if you were alright, but in the end you'd gotten the money. This time you were prepared. 

The door opened and a tall man with grey hair stepped into the office. "Good morning." 

You flashed the man a smile. All a scam. 

He settled in the chair behind the desk. Bart Sleutel. Bart Key—ironic, considering he was the key to your plan. The small instrument that would open the door for you. 

"You asked for an early payment of your loan," Sleutel said. 

You'd tried to do honest work, but there wasn't much in Ketterdam. And you could take the person out of the Dregs, but never the Dreg out of the person. Or so you had found. 

"Yes," you said, flashing that same smile. "My landlord raised the rent and my new job won't pay out until next month." 

Sleutel raised an eyebrow. "Another new job?" 

"Yes, sir. The previous one did not pay enough to cover the rent. This one does." 

You waited for him to ask what the new job was, but Sleutel seemed smart enough not to want to know. 

"So you want an early payment." 

"Correct." 

"You have asked for early payment before." 

"Yes." 

"And you understand, of course, that while one time is acceptable, these types of things happening twice is highly unusual." 

It wasn't. You knew because you'd been living in Ketterdam for years and the city was like the back of your hand. Its streets and alleys, its people, its rules and habits. There wasn't a single part of Ketterdam unfamiliar to you. And so you knew that the bank would give you the second loan early. And that third and fourth at that too. Because it meant profit. 

You also knew because you had done the exact same thing at six other banks already. 

"We cannot make this a standard," Sleutel said. "But as the bank sees your struggle we will come forth with a proposal." 

You wondered what they did with the people that genuinely were in need of money. With the people that didn't have a fake registration at the university, that had no proof of the hard work they'd been doing to come around. Would the bank listen to them too? Or were they only talking with you because your name was registered under a company that would pay tremendous taxes to the government, had it been real?

But you sat and smiled. Listened to the proposal. You already knew it, of course. You'd done your homework. You listened as Sleutel explained the costs would be higher, that they could fine you if you did not pay back in time, that next time you came back, you had to bring proof of your payments before you could request another loan. 

You listened and nodded and agreed, smiling to yourself as there was one thing Sleutel didn't know. 

You were never coming back. 

-=-=-=-

You could hear the sea, waves slamming against waves, masses of water swirling and coiling and circling. The sea was someone's great escape. The way to get out of this rotten city and away from her ruined inhabitants. To start life anew. An escape from the trap that was laid out between dirty rivers and gambling dens and decaying architecture. 

But it was too late for you to escape from this trap. 

Like tripping over an invisible wire, you had stumbled and fallen. Hard. All the way down until you weren't sure anymore if you were still falling or had hit the ground and splattered. It was pitch black and you couldn't see where you were going, if you were going anywhere at all. You thought things had been moving forward but standing here, waves and wind and tears, you realised that you couldn't have been more wrong. 

The thing about being lost is that it isn't half as bad when you're not alone. When there is someone who will try to find the way with you. Someone whose hand you can hold. Figuratively. 

And you were so sure you had found that person. Someone willing to face the battles of life with you. To watch enemies get defeated and to celebrate the victories. Someone who had seen the shambles of your heart and didn't try to force them together but held them until they started to heal. 

Now that someone was handing you back the shatters and this time you weren't sure if you were strong enough to fit them together anymore. 

-=-=-=-

Ketterdam was a monstrous city, like someone had taken everything that was wrong with the world and put it in one place. It was a cruel beast, but at the seams beauty peeked through. A woman selling fresh fruit with a genuine smile. Two children running around singing songs. The ancient arc of a building that was untouched by renovations. When the sun slipped through the clouds and smoke and even the poorest people would find a sliver of hope in the rubble. 

Even monsters could be beautiful. You knew all about that.

That was why you had stayed so long. Why you hadn't just robbed a bank and run away. You needed to say goodbye to the city that had been your home for so many years. You needed time to say goodbye to the people that you'd miss. Time to accept that this was it. The end of Ketterdam for you.

You were at peace with it. The city had given you all it had and there was nothing left anymore. Nothing tying you to the crooked streets and flashing lights. You were done with the fights, the sneaking around, the deceiving. There was enough money to buy your way out of it now. 

But first, there was someone you needed to say goodbye to. 

You slipped into alleys no one else used, crossed bridges full of tourists with masks, and walked and walked until the streets turned silent and the houses dark. 

She was already sitting there. So still that you wouldn't have noticed her if you hadn't known she'd be there. But her perfect posture gave way to a smile and relaxed shoulders. 

"You're late," she said, shifting to make room for you. 

"A minute. The guy at the bank wouldn't shut up about the taxes." 

Inej's eyebrow quirked. "So you got it?" 

She was the only one who had kept in touch with you after everything fell apart. Friends are a dangerous thing when you're a criminal but for Inej, you'd put it all aside. The bond you had was strange to anyone else's eye but it worked. There was no time for tea dates or girl nights when you had to fight for your existence everyday but your friendship had grown in the moments between jobs, fleeting glances in the streets, caring for the other's injuries, picking each other's brains during preparations. And, of course, bitching about one person in particular. 

Inej knew of your plans. She encouraged you because asking you to stay was selfish and you kept each other's freedom as the number one priority. She was a little jealous, you could tell, because she couldn't leave yet. A little sad to see you gone. But she didn't say a word because she also knew that this wasn't the end of you yet. You'd be there the moment Inej Ghafa realised her dream and you'd do anything to make that come true. 

"I got it," you grinned, slumping down next to her. "Of course I did." 

"When do you go?" 

"As soon as I can. Staying here only enlarges the chance anyone finds out what I'm up to and I can't risk it now." You sighed, looking at the empty house in front of you. "There's a ship setting sail tomorrow night. I'll be on it." 

Inej let out a soft sigh. "I will miss you." 

You didn't want to address the pain in your heart upon hearing that. You had to go. You wanted to but you hated that it meant you had to leave your best friend behind. 

"I will miss you, too," you said softly. "All of this, actually. I never thought anyone could get so attached to a city." 

"Just the city?" 

You glared at Inej. "Yes. Just the city." 

Inej hummed, but not in agreement. "I don't believe you." 

You were silent for a very long time. All the memories played in your head and you wanted to blink them away but you couldn't. The office nights. The stake-outs under the starry sky. The impromptu dinners covered with weak lies—we were here anyway already and it will be a long night. The mornings of waking up without realising you'd fallen asleep so close together. The quick brushes of hands. So many featherlight touches you hadn't dared to believe were real. The hint of a smile. The linger of an eye. And then once, the hovering of lips, the breath on your skin, the pounding of hearts. The last time being so close. 

Then it fell apart. 

It was all in your head. The start. The middle. The end. Every single moment together and apart. Over-analysed again and again and again because you needed to convince yourself that you were better off now. You were fine. You were on your own and doing better than ever before. 

But as you looked at Inej and her knowing smile and her kind eyes, and as you thought of just the city? you weren't so sure of your reasons anymore. You had made yourself believe that you were leaving because you were ready for a new adventure. Because you had outgrown Ketterdam. Maybe you were just doing it because you wanted to run away. Away from the memories that plagued your mind every moment of the day. Away from ever having to face your past. You wanted to be gone from it all. Gone gone gone. 

So when Inej took your hand carefully, gave you an encouraging squeeze, you smiled sadly and whispered, "Maybe not just the city." 

"Have you spoken with him?" 

You shook your head. "I wouldn't even know what to say. I don't know if there is anything to say." 

"There is plenty to say," Inej said. 

Again you shook your head. "He made it crystal clear we were over." 

"So? Just because it is over doesn't mean that you never have to talk about it. You both owe each other an explanation. He broke your heart and you're still hurting. You left without a word and broke his heart." 

"I doubt that." 

Inej sighed. "He is still hurting too. You know him better than anyone else, sometimes even better than he knows himself, and you know how he felt for you. You weren't the only one in that relationship and you leaving hurt him just as much as him breaking your heart hurt you." 

You looked down. It wasn't as if you had wanted to leave, but things had grown so icy you couldn't stay any longer. There were no conversations unless forced to. Any proximity was avoided at all costs. And the stares. 

Oh, the stares. There were so many of them. From the side, across the room, right in front of you. A glance during a job. Fleeting eyes when walking past. You hadn't minded them before because you'd known the meaning behind them, the unspoken words that lingered behind those pupils. But after, the stares had changed. Harder. Colder. Longer. More intense and filled with an emotion you hadn't known how to read. You had not been able to stand it, to endure being a stranger to someone you thought you had known so well. 

So you left. Ran. Fled. Maybe from your life. 

Maybe just from Kaz. 

-=-=-=-

"I don't think we should do this anymore." 

"What?" 

You looked up. He was standing so calmly, so serene. Like those exact words hadn't just passed his lips. His expression was closed off, walls so thick even you couldn't see through them. 

"We’re done. This—" he gestured vaguely “—is over.”  

"Why?" 

You shook your head. It couldn't be that the person you had started to care for more than anyone else in the world would do this. There were plans together. For tomorrow night. For next week. For a year from now. 

You hadn't dared to believe it but as more time passed, you had allowed yourself to wonder about a future. Together. A possibility that this feeling could stretch beyond the dirty waters and rotten streets of the criminal city. That there was beauty in the years ahead of you. A chance. 

And you had believed that he thought the same thing. That you had seen it in his eyes when he looked at you and heard it in his voice when he talked to you. It was the slightest of lingering and a softness so strange that you hadn't known what to do with it the first time you'd heard it. 

But it had been there. Proof as clear as day. The brush of a hand when he walked past. The warmth of a chest behind you, never quite touching but you didn't need him to. And then, after a while, there had been the feeling of protection. The sense of knowing that there was someone watching over you. You hadn't liked it, did not need protection, but as it eased on you, you had realised how comfortable it was to take a breath, just for a moment. To let down your guard and see the world from a different point of view. And when you'd turned to him, you had found the same feeling written over his features. Your castle had turned into his and his into yours. 

But now he was pulling the bridge, locking you out. 

"Why?" 

You hated the rise in your voice. The weakness of disappointment that seeped through. 

"You know why." 

"I don't." 

But he shook his head, turned down his face. You couldn't reach him anymore. 

"This never should have happened in the first place. This was a mistake." 

You looked at him for a long time, then said, "You really think so. You really believe that." 

He was unfazed. "I do." 

"And you think it's my fault." 

"I never said that." 

"You don't need to. I know." A sudden anger filled you. Anger because you couldn't bear dealing with the pain right now. "You think it's my fault that for once in your life you showed a grain of humanity and you actually liked it. Just this once you allowed yourself to think that maybe there is more to life than money and criminality, and that scared you so now you're trying to blame me. But you brought this on yourself. I didn't 'weaken your defences' or make you 'soft'. That was all you, Kaz." 

He stared at you, long and hard. Anger burned in the corners of his eyes. He flexed his fingers. 

"Get out." 

His voice was softer than you'd ever heard before but full of barely constrained anger. You didn't like it. You wanted him to shout back at you. To get angry. You did not want to have this fight on your own. 

But instead he swallowed. Took a breath that was only a bit too deep to be normal. Repeated. "Get out." 

"So that is it?" you said, biting the inside of your mouth to hold back the uninvited tears. "This is how you end it?" 

His jaw twitched. "What do you want? Tears? Pleas? Sympathy?" He laughed, the sound of rocks being crushed. "You know me better than that." 

"I thought I did." You looked at him. Tense jaw, tight lips. His perfectly sculpted nose and those old eyes. His dark hair that you had noticed he'd let grow longer after you told him it suited him. One strand fell on his forehead and you wished you were back in the place where he would have allowed you to brush it back. But you figured that place didn't exist any longer. "Now I'm not so sure." 

"Get. Out." His eyes were like fire. "Get out of this house. Out of this damn city for all I care, but don't ever show your face here again." 

And you laughed. Laughed right in his face because you didn't want to cry in front of him. Laughed because you were falling apart on the inside and nothing could stop it. You laughed as you stepped back, taking one last look. Laughed as you left the room, left the house, left the street, walked, ran, sprinted until you could see the waves of the dark grey sea. Laughed as you looked over your shoulder and promised yourself you would never go back.

-=-=-=-

"I don't know," you said, shaking your head. "I wouldn't know what to say." 

Inej gave you a small smile and you thought she was being kind to you, but then you noticed another layer. The one you knew so well but hated that you did. 

"Oh, Inej, what have you done?" 

"What had to be done." She looked at you with an expression that was close to pity. "You deserve to start anew somewhere else and I do not ever want to take that opportunity from you, but you cannot pretend like it meant nothing. Because in a world like this you found something that most people don't even dare to dream of and you should not take that for granted." 

You swallowed and looked away. You didn't want your best friend scolding you. Even if she was right. 

"Don't you think that across the waters life would be better if you had closure on this? And don't you think it would be fair to him if you gave him an explanation?" 

"Life is not fair," you muttered. 

"No, life isn't," Inej admitted. "But you are. And so is he. In his own ridiculous way." 

You sighed. You knew Inej was right. Of course she was. But that didn't mean you liked it. You had done perfectly fine alone the past months. You had fought off gangs, tricked landlords into giving you a space to live, deceived banks to give you money that they would never see again—all that was fine. But the mere thought of having to face Kaz Brekker made you nauseous and nervous. It was ripping seams you had closed quickly and messily, opening doors you'd thrown shut. 

It wasn't as if you had a choice. Inej slipped from the bench, disappearing into the darkness, but not before she gave you a quick, tight hug and whispered in your ear, "I didn't even need to convince him." 

Then she was gone and you didn't have time to think of when you'd next see her again because there was the sound that any gang member in the Barrel—friend or foe—recognised. The ticking of the iron end on the cobblestones. Rhythmic. Stable. Unwavering. 

Until he got closer.

It was not that you had never seen Kaz again—you had. Ketterdam was a big city, yes, but it always seemed like the people one avoided were right around the corner. You had seen Kaz plenty of times, but always from afar and never intentionally. You didn't speak to him, didn't even want him to see you. Each time you'd caught sight of that black hair and that damned cane, you turned around. He had wanted you gone, so that was what you'd been. 

But now there was no turning away, no running back, no hiding. 

At first glance, he looked no different from any other day in his grey suit and black gloves. He was leaning on his cane, hand resting atop it. His face was inscrutable. His hair was short again. 

Yet, you hadn't missed the falter in his steps. And now you didn't miss the way his fingers flexed, the hitch in his breath as he glanced up, the uncertainty in his eyes. 

Inej had said that he'd come willingly and you wondered what he wanted from you. Kaz Brekker did no charity. 

He stared at you for a long time and you didn't look away. You remembered the time when those eyes had been your gateway to wonderland. Now the gates were shut and you were left wondering on your own. 

"You're leaving." 

His voice was so painfully the same that a surge of anger took hold of you. Who did he think he was, coming here for an 'explanation' when he had been the one to tell you to get out of the city? What did he want? For you to fall to your knees and beg him to take you back? Or did he just want to make sure you were really going? You didn't know which one hurt the most. 

"Yes, I'm leaving," you said. "Don't things just work out perfectly for you? Just like you wanted." 

Kaz's eyes hardened but you scoffed. You didn't care if he got angry. It didn't matter anymore. Inej'd said that you needed to give him an explanation, but you never promised anything. You could get up and leave. Run away. Again. 

Yet, something held you in place and you hated to think that it might be Kaz. 

"Why are you leaving?" His voice sounded so sincere that you almost laughed. 

Because of him. It had always been because of him. You'd stayed in Ketterdam for so long, even when opportunities of leaving came by, because of him. You'd never had a home and you thought you had found it in this wretched city but in the end it turned out it had never been the city. It had been him. 

And now you would leave because of him. Because you couldn't bear being in the places that held those bittersweet memories. Because everything reminded you of him and you didn't want to think of him. Because he told you to go. 

Because your head told you to leave and your heart was too broken to fight. 

"I've grown tired of the city," you said instead. 

Kaz looked at you as if he knew you were lying. "Grown tired of the city?" he repeated sceptically. 

You shrugged. "Or the city's grown tired of me." 

"It never could." 

You stared at Kaz. He seemed unbothered. You hated it but could not stop thinking why. Why was he here?

There were a thousand things you wanted to tell him. From the thoughts you’d had when you’d seen him for the first time to the way you’d felt when he’d brushed his hand to yours that one time in the silent street and when you had learned that he made sure there were never any carrots in your hutspot because he knew you didn’t like them to the pain you had felt these past months. You wanted to tell him of the nights you had lain awake in the Slat wondering what he would do if you’d knocked on his door. And of the past nights you had stared at the ceiling of your boarding room, wondering if you were making the biggest mistake of your life. You wanted to tell him of all the times you had thought of running back to him. 

But you couldn’t tell him. And that realisation made your heart break all over again. You had tried so hard to convince yourself that you were better off alone, but deep down you knew that one word from Kaz would put you right back to where you’d started. 

“What are you doing here?” You got up. Stood in front of Kaz. Stared into his deep brown eyes. “Why did you come, Kaz?” 

But he didn’t answer. Instead he said, “You’ve given me no answer yet.” 

And you wouldn’t. Because he knew the answer perfectly well and you wouldn’t let him hurt your pride that much. 

“Inej seems to think I owe you an explanation, but you and I know better than that. Did you tell her what you said to me?” 

His jaw tightened. 

“That’s what I thought.” You gave a dry laugh. “Ghezen forbid anyone ever dare think that Kaz Brekker has feelings.” You shook your head. “She also thinks I broke your heart, but I’m not even sure you have one to begin with.” 

Kaz kept staring at you with that steady, cold gaze of his. “Why did you do it then? If you believe me to be heartless.” 

“Because I was stupid enough to hope. And I know what you say about hope, that it’s a weakness and will always let you down, and maybe you’re right but you know what I have found? This city grows on hope. Hope that the next spin will pay off. Hope that the investment makes a fortune. Hope that we live to see another day.” 

You weren’t sure where the words were coming from. Maybe they had been inside you all along and were now spilling from the split seams of your heart. Maybe they were the harsh lessons you had learned while on your own. Maybe they were just annoying stabs, an attempt to fuel his anger, to hurt him like he had you. 

“Everyone hopes. Even those who claim differently. So what do you hope for, Kaz? Money? Revenge? Love? Invincibility?”

Kaz gave no reaction. 

“You know, I was selfish enough to think that it was me for a while, but now I can’t tell the difference between what I thought and what was true anymore. Sometimes I wonder if any of it was ever true.

“I hoped for you, Kaz, and that is the worst decision I have ever made in my life. You were right; we never should have happened.” 

He was still looking at you, saying nothing. His face was closed off and no matter how you searched there were no cracks. No seams to his mask and you weren’t entirely sure if it was a mask at all. This was just him, blank, apathetic, uncaring. It was impossible to think that once you’d believed differently. 

“So you’re leaving,” he finally said. 

You smiled humourlessly. “Yes. Gladly so. Everybody happy in the end.” 

“Hm,” Kaz only hummed. He flexed his fingers, then gave a nod. “Alright. Safe journey.” 

“So it seems.” 

But Kaz didn’t step away and neither did you. You didn’t know what you were waiting for; you’d had your say and you doubted he wanted to have his. Yet you could sense that there was something he did want to say. His unspoken words hung in the air between you, so tense and burning that you could almost read them coming from his lips. 

Then they were gone. He took a step back and shook his head, staring at you with a strange expression. The sudden urge to reach out for him rose inside you, but you swallowed it down. You and him were done and this was the last time you’d see him. One way or another you had to accept that, even if it felt wrong. 

“Goodbye, Kaz.” 

This was the end. You were getting out. 

-=-=-=-

The sun was sinking below the horizon when you boarded the ship. Kaz was watching from afar, not trusting himself to get closer. 

You were right; he had no heart. Where it should have been there was a hollow cave in his chest. A gaping hole that slowly filled with darkness until it felt like he was drowning again. He was ruthless, unfeeling, and cruel. He didn’t care about the world as he should, but he couldn’t care about that either. He was a monster, leaving everyone guessing what pumped the blood through his veins. 

He had no heart because you’d broken it. 

Once it had beat for you, but now all that was left was shatters and dust. It shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. So he watched you leave while the water rose around him, pulling him under. 

He had never wanted for this to happen. You’d asked him what he hoped for and the answer had always been and would always be you. It was you when you’d stepped into his office for the first time, a bit scared, a whole lot more courageous. It was you when you’d been brought in with a stab wound in your side and he’d nearly combusted as they’d stitched you back up and he couldn’t get close. It was you on dark stake-outs, in-between meals, mornings where the sun dared to show its first beams and sleep laced your every move as you walked with him through the Ketterdam streets. It was you every moment you were near and far. Every single time he wished he could still his demons and reach out to you. Every time he tried and lost the battle. 

And it had been you when you’d stood in front of him and he had said the words he would regret the rest of his life. 

He barely ate. Didn’t sleep. Felt the life slip from his grip as he could only think about you and the biggest mistake of his life. There were so many ‘should have’s, so many things he could have done differently. 

But when it came to you he didn’t want to be selfish. You deserved someone better than him, and he hoped that someone was on the other side of the waters. Somewhere far away from him. 

He had told you to get out and that was what you’d done. Maybe one day you would visit Ketterdam again and come see him and you’d both act like nothing had ever happened. 

And maybe that was Kaz’s weakness. But it was that hope that kept him afloat.

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MASTERLIST

[stormy-river]

Transcripts from the Humanity Hotline

If someone else has done something similar to this, I haven't seen it and I apologize. Otherwise, this is something I thought would be funny, and writing allows me to procrastinate on other things. Without further ado,

As an effort to foster trust and good will in the wake of the intergalactic treaty convention, many ships from the allied planets began to integrate other species into their crews. The need for experts and mediators to handle interspecies conflicts became quickly apparent. Of all the species, humans were reported to cause the most problems and misunderstandings, leading to the creation of the Humanity Hotline.

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Thank you for calling the humanity hotline. You will be connected with an operator shortly to answer any questions you may have regarding humans. This call may be recorded for training purposes.

Operator: "Hi, thank you for holding. My name is Mindy. What can I call you, and how may I help you today?"

Caller: "Yes, hello. I am Krryssk, the Personnel Officer of my ship. We recently hired a human, and she has been exhibiting strange behaviors. I am unsure how to handle this, or if I should worry for the safety of the crew."

O: "Alright, could you describe the behaviors? When did they start?"

C: "Yes, when we first hired her approximately six days ago, she was very quiet and kept to herself, fitting perfectly with the usual dynamic of the crew. But today, multiple crewmembers have reported that she has been making gestures at them and gave them things she calls, 'crochet', that she claims to have made. The crew is unsure of their purpose, and why she seems to be targeting only some of them with these actions. I searched our archives for this 'crochet', and found that is is made of yarn from an Earth animal's skin? What should I do to stop this? Is it some kind of code or signal of predatory intent?"

O: "Ah, I see. First, the yarn used for knitting and crocheting is not made from skin. Some yarns are made from the wool, or hair, of an animal, but yarn can also be made from sources other than animals. I believe I know why your human is acting this way, but to confirm my theory, are the crewmates she is... 'targeting'... the ones she works with the closest, or interacts with the most? And do the gestures involve moving an open hand back and forth in the air?"

C: "Yes! Yes, how did you know?"

O: "Alright. It is most likely that she is trying to befriend her crewmates. Hand-waving is a non-vocal greeting, acknowledgement, or goodbye, and some humans give gifts, such as handmade crochet, to people they care about or want to get to know better."

C: "So there is no predatory intent? I had heard that humans needed to socialize, but the captain said they hired the least social human they could find."

O: "Yes, many of the asocial or low-social species have done that, only to find that the human wasn't actually asocial, just shy or introverted. If possible, the crew can make their own gestures of acknowledgement in response to a wave, and just say, 'thank you,' for the gifts. That will likely keep her happy. For the long term, if the rest of the crew are asocial and uncomfortable socializing with her, you may want to hire another human or other social species. It's never good to have only one social crewmember."

C: "I will speak to the captain. Thank you."

End Transmission

[tpher]

scary girl analysis !

something something the most clearly gimmicky gen 4 character we know. as your resident pahkitew island apologist, i dont care. it actually took me a bit to warm up to her and i figured id talk abt why that is

so her main thing is being creepy and sadistic for the sake of jokes. its not serious.. mostly. she does prove to actually be down to hurt others (such as when she got a hold of a jackhammer). but what about an instance where she wanted to hurt someone for actual reasons? when was that?

that was when priya went up to her to compliment her on doing a good job on the previous challenge. priya says that shes surprised by scary girl having done a good job.

scary girls response?

a very defensive "oh, it surprised you that i was good? cuz you thought id do bad?"

and thats the thesis of this post

scary girl is very insecure

backing up for a moment, in ep 2 when the teams were on ships and attacking each other, she was the one who came up with the idea of sinking the other teams ship as an idea on what to do when they were out of ammo (? iirc). but no one else heard that, just zee

then in ep 3, ripper makes her go last in the relay race thing bc he didnt want her to "blow things" for the team. she reacts by trying to bite his finger. not with a funny creepy smile, but with genuine anger to her literal bite. and then during that challenge, she infamously grabs a bear by the arm and starts beating it up while saying "thats what you get for growling at me!!!". once shes done, she goes "byeee" and goes on like nothing happened. proving that if someone wrongs her, she can easily let it go.. so long as she gets to do something back. remember this for later

and here we come back to her interaction with priya. so far, scary girl has proven herself to be a pretty alright player and she herself knows that. so the notion of someone being SURPRISED she did well?? does not sit well with her at all. but the way that she harps on the wording, even before zee steps in to make it worse, is what gets to me. it just really adds an extra layer to her character that, well. ironically surprised me! for someone who always seems to be in her own world, so unconventional, so ill-fitting with everyone else to also be insecure in some capacity?

anyway she tries to hurt priya with a spoon but gets interrupted. later on, priya is still thinking abt their encounter and feels bad so she tries to make it up to scary girl by flattering her. namely by saying that scary girls question was smart.. and priya being her awkward self, only dug herself in a hole by making it seem like that was a smart question by scary girls standards

scary girl is speechless. baffled. mad beyond words

it should be noted that scary girl looked offended when priya even started speaking. meaning that she also did not forget about their conversation that morning. she REALLY took it to heart. applying the bear logic here, had scary girl hurt her with the spoon earlier, would she be less mad? would she had considered each other even? and in that case, would this comment go over better or would it had simply restarted her need for revenge?

well. they dont interact for the rest of the episode up until the very end. after ripper used priya as a human shield, obviously injuring her

scary girl tells her that rippers a jerk and that priya didnt deserve that. so she'll be voting to get ripper out. and calls priya her "friend".

(her face and tone makes me a bit suspicious if this was genuine. but thats probably just her being her offputting self so i'll ignore it.) ok so by scary girl logic, priya deserved to have SOMETHING bad coming her way after what she said to her.

but not this.

scary girl, who came here to "make friends and watch them get really hurt", was not okay with what ripper did to priya. perhaps she thinks that only she could be allowed to hurt priya to balance things out? personally giving priya her karma, perhaps?

but now she considers priya a "friend". who likely wants to see her get hurt. but in the fun way that scary girl likely sees most other contestants as, possibly? idk.

anyway after all of that, we can see just how insecure scary girl can get over unintentionally awkward phrasing. just how deeply it hurts her feelings to be underestimated like that

season 2 spoilers ahead !!!

in season 2, we see even less of her. but there is SO much to work with

normal girl is so fascinating to me

by the time s2 starts, scary girl already has an all new look. shes trying to be "normal"

she admits in her confessional that some ppl thought she was too scary in the first season so thats why she changed her appearance and her everything. who were these ppl?

other than a dog as a joke, online forums, showing an interesting glimpse into the in-universe ""real world"" stepping into total drama. perhaps also a meta joke on the fandoms response to her but who knows. imagine unabashedly being yourself on tv and everyone is telling you to change. you are 16 and likely going through a weird phase. feeling a lot of heightened emotions already and ""knowing"" that this is who you are (at the moment). and if its not a phase? still 16 on international television getting lambasted by millions

and last but not least, her MOM??? her own mother. that just raises more questions abt how scary girl was before getting on td. was she NOT like this before? was she playing it up for the cameras? or did she just go unhinged without parental supervision? in any case the fact is that even her own mom wasnt okay with what makes her happy and how she presented herself.

so scary girls solution? to try her best to suppress anything that made her unique. to try to adhere to "societal norms", in her own words.

we dont see much of her in this ep other than her commenting on how shes normal and totally did not want to see someone get hurt. shes clearly struggling so bad. she knows that apparently what she likes isnt "right", therefore the opposite must be true, right?

she is simultaneously so immediately different that the others didnt even recognize her at first. yet still so "scary" that she cant fit in. she just doesnt know how no matter how hard she tries. if she were to stay longer, what can she do? this game is not only abt your skills in the challenges its also a social thing. how long until she snapped and went back to her old ways?

and then we get to the campfire ceremony. chef is about to call out whatever it was the she did wrong that day, but she interrupts him with a simple "no."

she cannot fathom being sent home, at least not this early. bc shes normal! she is sooo normal and she tried SO HARD to be normal! she read normal books and normal movies and studied normal people. she even taught herself to smile in a more acceptable way, which is so autistic coded to me. so she deserves to stay longer.

(getting flashbacks to my topher psychoanalysis and his entitlement being both a tragedy and his self-imposed downfall)

..but she studied "normal people" in her own not-normal way. while they werent looking. while they were sleeping. while they had no idea she was there.

so she got booted out for that. and she cannot believe it.

when she says that she "didnt even try to hurt anyone this time", she is mad. that was her ""fun"" and she managed to control it 100% only to get eliminated??? shes fed up!

but when she talks about how she taught herself how to smile in a "less-creepy" way?

she softens up and looks genuinely hurt.

she tried so hard. she saw all those horrible comments from people judging her based on like 5 episodes on a reality show. her own mother didnt accept her. her insecurity won and she aimed to change and repress everything that made her unique

and it still wasnt enough

[hellfirenacht]

Being in Hellfire Club HCs

These are mostly for myself to have consistency in my fics.

-Eddie is the one to approach any potential new members. He's been recruiting for 2 years now, and he's very selective. But he can also sniff out a freak a mile away.

-Being part of Hellfire comes with a certain level of protection. Eddie is more than happy to be the big bad wolf to protect his sheep members. Most people leave Hellfire alone because they think Eddie will snap.

-There are the core members of the club (Eddie, Jeff, Gareth, Mike, Dustin, and un-named member who I am calling Zack), as well as subs. Subs are people who were curious and usually approached Eddie first. They have a passing interest, but not enough to risk being associated with the freaks.

-Everyone in Hellfire has cut class at least once to take a nap in Eddie's van.

-Everyone in the club knows that Eddie deals but unless they have intent to buy they keep their mouth shut.

-Eddie won't sell to freshmen. Period.

-The club doesn't do much outside of school. Of course, Corroded Coffin has band practice but that's about it.

-Once in a blue moon they will do "side quest day". The club will go to the arcade and play games and if they manage to impress Eddie, he might give them a buff or inspiration for the next session. This rarely happens though.

-Eddie runs a very tight ship with Hellfire. If you're committed to being part of the club outside of being a sub, you better take it seriously. You absolutely are required to wear the shirt during the school day. He's definitely given out punishments for not wearing the shirt

-He isn't unreasonable though. If you can give him a good reason why you can't do something he's willing to work with you. Eddie has the respect of his club for a reason.

-They absolutely are not allowed to be lighting candles in the prop department, but they do anyway.

-Eddie's chair is his and his alone. Don't try and sit in it. (*If no one else is around you might be able to get away with it. Just don't try it in front of the whole club.)

-Everyone got really into playing cards at lunch for about a month, betting snacks until a teacher shut that down. Sometimes they'll still try and play after school.

-Most of the club has been playing the same character for years from level one. Eddie prefers a clean slate character. Subs are able to create characters closer to where everyone is.

-if you're joining late in the game, you can create a leveled character, but you'll be a few levels behind everyone until you prove yourself.

-If you need to get up and move around a bit during the session, that's alright, but there is a clear line that you can't cross. Try and peak behind the screen and you're in trouble.

-You don't need to have the Advanced Dungeons and Dragons handbook memorized, but he expects at least basic knowledge if you're serious about the club. You absolutely need to understand your character race and class

-Eddie is not afraid of 'rule of cool' if you can sell your point hard enough. He isn't a full rules lawyer, but he isn't here to make this easy. Fun? Yes. Challenging? Frustratingly so.

-There has been a blow out fights over rules before. Tensions were running high with midterms and everyone having a shitty day. Someone's character died, Hellfire was cut short that night as everyone went and cooled off. That was the one time that Eddie scrapped a session and agreed to a do-over.

-Eddie is easier to talk to one-on-one outside of club. He's genuine with his love for Hellfire, but he's more likely to let his walls down when it's just him and someone else.

-He used to skip class a lot, but has been genuinely trying to graduate now. Now he only skips maybe once or twice a month.

-Gareth isn't allowed to have his drumsticks at the table anymore.

[gardeningintrests]

Humans are weird : illusion of sound.

I'm pretty sure everyone here has at least experienced hearing sounds that aren't there. like someone calling your name or a distinct sound of your door opening.

now, I'm not sure if animals has this as well but i would assume no because of their prey and predator instinct. they cannot afford to have illusions of sounds because that is where they hear where their predator/prey is.

so lets assume only humans have this. We hear people call our names when they really didn't is like a body reaction when your parents call you and then waits for you to come down only speak.

ngl i hate it very much

so how would aliens react to this?

just a random day where the group of maaktraks got a new human crew member! they were very excited and made loads of preparations for the human!

the human officially joined the crew about a few days ago, but something is off about this human. We have made sure that they have no mentality problems we have to take note of, but it seems like the human will randomly scream a word that apparently according to the human guide book a sign of aggression especially with the tone he uses.

now we don't understand said problem, so we reach out to the captain to address this worrying condition.

"oh? the human seems fine to me, pretty hard working too."

"yes, captain. but it just sometimes the human will make noise of anger ad frustration after yelling the word "what" and its getting very worrying. do you think we need to ask the humans what's wrong?"

"the guide book does say that if we were to speak to the human and address problems is better than being on the sidelines, so i guess i will leave this matter to you."

"yes captain"

during lunch time, the crew voted that i, xinederlk will be the one asking. what a great day.

im terrified, it had only been a few days since the human arrived, we do not know if this human is calm or the aggression type. looking at the frustrated yells, i would assume the aggression type, but the human guidebook said that each and every human is unique and that we do not judge the human by its first appearance.

i approached the human

"hello human Adam?"

"? oh hello there team leader! what brings you here to the human cafeteria?"

"well, me and me crew has something to ask actually."

"oh? is it about the rear engine? don't worry about it, staklorn has fixed it a while ago."

"no no none of that dear human Adam"

"then what's the issue?"

Human Adam seems to be in a much more serious tone now, maybe that proves his professionality in task taking fields. humans are known to multitask after all.

" well, Human Adam sometimes yell the word "what" even when nothing is going on. and the crew and i are worried that there may be something upsetting you or making you say those words with frustration?"

"eh? frustration? you guys can know my feelings upon hearing my tone of voice?"

"that seems to be in our ability"

"man... well to say eh problem isn't actually any of the crew or ships fault."

"then what is causing this frustration?"

"its just that..i grew up in a strict home alright? My parents would call me and then never answer me until i am in front of them. that gets me very frustrated because something that could've been communicated through voice easily now needs to walk down stairs and look my parents in the face before telling me to clean my room."

"..."

"so now that I've grown up, my body is toggled to hear said sounds with no response because of the habit of my parents putting it on me since young. so I'm very sorry for the inconvenience"

"..."

"..."

"too much?"

that day xinederlk learned a lot about strict parenting

[eggopath]

Haha Hazbins your hermits and another goober

Ello, so this is truly just a shower thought but god damn it I thought it sounded good enough to slap my ideas into a post! I will note that all the roles can change! Well except Scar, Cub, and Grian. Their roles are gonna be the same. I also plan to write a few fics about this au so expect those to be coming soon!

Little Edit: Thank you for all the support! I didn't expect this to get a this amount of traction!

TW: Spoilers and Mention of SA

Alright so first off, I wanna explain a general idea. I might scrap the heaven and hell but for now I won't. Alright so first off, because I wanna get them out of the way.

Xelqua will be Sera and Grian will be Emily. Now Xelqua (hopefully I spelled that write) I know it's basically just Grian but he got a watcher name. I just wanna make the watchers the higher ups in heaven. For Adam and Lute, I don't have a duo for it. I was thinking Gem and Pearl. It kinda makes sense for Gem to be Adam because of who I chose to be Alastor but it's to be decided!

Let's go onto main cast shall we?

Scar will be playing Charlie. Wait if Grian is Emily..who's Vaggie? Well it's the one and only Cubfan135 because I love the convex ship. I'm sorry dessert duo shippers but Convex fits better for Charlie and Vaggie's dynamic. Besides the silly ship, Scar is a very big imagination and it fits with Charlie and her dreams.

Let's get another duo out. I put Ren as Angel Dust and Doc as Husk. Ren is only Angel because Doc fits so well for Husk. I feel like I don't need to elaborate for that. It's only fitting we have RenDoc. Also if you ever watched a lot of Ren, the pg rating is on a thread.

I am thinking of putting Etho for Alastor. Many hermits see Etho is an inspiration so that's kinda why he's Alastor! I also needed someone who could be over Doc and Etho came to mind. Though he isn't gonna be full on Alastor coded. Welcome to me editing, I originally had Bdubs as Nifty but he's being moved to Minzy. So for Nifty, we get the cleaning lady! Aka Pearl of the Pearlencentmoon. I am absolutely dog crap at spelling. (Full credit to ryabaprentice for the idea :D )

Now time for the Vees! Cleo is being Velvet. You can't change my mind. I was binged Hazbin and Velvet gave some heavy Cleo vibes. Only fitting. Joe is Vox because of his live streams. Look, every time I go onto a Joe's Livestream..his dang eye ball over the screen. Also because if I put Cleo somewhere, I gotta put Joe with her. For Valentino, I put Mythical J. Sausage. I know he isn't a hermit but who else am I gonna put there?! At the same time it's explainable why he is Val. I am not writing Ren and Sausages dynamic like they did in the show. I am a SA survivor and I don't wanna write about that. Just a little heads up!

Side Characters time.

Lucifer is gonna be our derpy dad Xisuma. He was originally gonna be Sera but I changed my mind. Mumbo takes the role of I wanna say her name is Rosy but it's the main person in Cannibal Town. Haha funny season 8 flash back.

I'll come back and redo this something but I hope whoever finds this enjoys it!

[thebluestbluewords]

a pirate by any name +

"Samson Smee?" Ben asks, tapping the name on the list. “Is he related to Captain Hook’s sidekick?” 

Evie leans closer on instinct. She doesn’t need to see the paperwork to know who Sammy is, but it’s a habit now to press close to Ben and tilt her head just-so to see the paper lists and forms when they’re working on VK matters together. It a comfort, to know that she’s not in this fight alone, and Ben certainly hasn’t complained about the increased contact with his girlfriend’s girlfriend. “Yes. He goes by Sammy. He's probably not going to want to come over without his brothers, but we can still make the offer." 

"Can we bring the brothers?" 

The last time Evie saw the littlest Smee children, they were sobbing over a pirate’s body before the adult crew members tipped them over the harbor for the sharks to take their share. They couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old, and what Evie remembers the most is the way their tears had carved clean tracks out of the dirt on their faces. 

She hums her consideration. “They're young. Elementary age, maybe ten or so now. I think they'd be okay to come, but they're shy, and I'm not sure how they'd do at school. As families go, I think all the Smee boys would do well in terms of goodness integration, but they may be difficult to integrate on a social level unless they can come over with someone they already know." 

"Alright. Who do you think they'd do well with?" 

Their father. 

“Their father,” Evie says, bitingly, before she reigns her tongue back in again. Not that it matters around Ben, who is handsome and kind and just listens when Evie needs to shout at somebody about the horrible unfairness of it all, but it’s good practice. She’s a politician now, just like her mother wanted. She’s got to be the best, because she’s an isle brat, and she cannot afford to make mistakes. Anything she says, anything she does wrong will reflect on the isle as a whole, so she’s got to be flawless. She will prove herself not just for her mother’s sake, but because she’s got a thousand hungry kids waiting for her to mess up and snip their only thread of hope at getting off the isle. “But that’s exactly the problem. Sammy has a crew, but the twins just tag along with him or their father all the time, and I don't think Auradon Prep, or any other high school for that matter, wants to have a pair of kids following their new high school student everywhere,” Evie sighs. She’s so fucking tired.  “We have schools on the isle, obviously, but Sammy doesn’t attend very often. The pirates usually stick with their ships and learn what they need from the older members of their crews. It’s not a traditional Auradon education, but the pirates are actually some of the better educated kids on the isle. It works for them, but it won’t work if we bring them here.” 

Ben puts a warm hand on her arm. It’s all Evie can do not to sink into the touch. She’s so, so tired of this. Of begging for any scrap they can get. Any concession to the norm comes at the price of another sliver of her own sanity, it feels like, and there’s so many children who won’t be able to handle the pressure of Auradon Prep, who will need more exceptions than the system is set up to give them, who won’t be able to thrive without the attention that nobody is able to give them. 

“We can ask the charter school,” Ben says softly. “There's integrated schools, all ages sort of places. My mother’s village has one. We can reach out. She provides a grant each year, they might decide they own me a favor.” 

Evie presses into his touch. Gods below, but it’s nice to have somebody who knows better than her the networks of favors and family histories that keep the kingdom governments running. “Or if we could find a family who would be willing to keep them together and send them to separate day schools, they might get used to being on their own like that,” Evie suggests. “Sort of slow and steady. A gradual break.” 

Ben makes a note, a shorthand scribble on the side of his list. Evie’s eyes are swirling too much to read it exactly, but she knows their code. Foster family, special education, sibling unit. That’s what they need to know in order to place the Smee boys. A whole life, reduced down to three shorthand scribbles. “That could work. What are the brothers called?" 

Evie laughs, exhausted. “Squeaky and Squirmy, but I believe their birth names are Sawyer and Simon. They're not bad kids, they're just shy. They would do better here, I think. Where there’s less adults around to bully them into staying quiet.” 

 Ben slips his hand up her arm, around her shoulders, pulls until she can rest her head on the side of his own. He’s warm and sturdy and if they weren’t in the middle of important work, Evie could fall asleep just like this. And then cause a scandal when the service staff come in to wake them both up, and find the young king sleeping on a girl who is not his girlfriend, no matter how many interests and people they share between them. 

"We can ask. If Sammy's willing to come over without them, who do you think we could bring with him?" 

"Anthony. Dizzy's cousin. They run with the same crew, and they'd do well together. I would say that we should bring over Harriet, but knowing her, she's not going to come over unless we can get the rest of her crew out first, and she's got one of the biggest crews on the isle." 

 Ben skims the list of kids, running his pen down the side as he goes. “Harriet?" 

She’s not on the list. 

“Hook,” Evie explains. “She’s one of the eldest pirate kids. We didn’t add her to the list because she won’t come until we can bring her crew with her, and we can’t promise that yet.” 

“Hook.” Ben echoes, voice flat. “As in—?” 

He’s encountered Harry, and came away with almost as much vitriol for him as Mal. 

Evie presses herself closer to him, so that he can feel her heat, and maybe remember that they’re in her office, not the wet deck of a ship. That he’s not tied to a mast, waiting to die anymore. “Yes. There are three Hook kids, and they all hate each other. We only hate Harry, the middle one, so Harriet and CJ are our allies. Sort of an enemy-of-our-enemy kind of thing."

"Harry's the one who's involved with Uma.” Ben says, so softly that Evie can barely hear the words. “The one who tried to kill me.” 

"Yes. He's....” Evie hesitates. She’s safe to hesitate here, in her own little office that smells like citrus wood polish and old papers. She doesn’t have to preform just for Ben, because she can trust him. Her sweet, kind king.

Trust doesn’t mean she wants to tell him everything. Understatement is a tool that Evie is well practiced at wielding, so she lets herself close her eyes, and forges ahead. “He’s a lot. We don't like him." 

Ben smiles, small and sweet and almost sad. "I take it there's a history there?" 

"Just a bit." Evie agrees. "There's been a few incidents."

"Would it be useful for me to know?"

Evie breathes in, and out, and relaxes her shoulders in an attempt to let go of the anger that she's still holding in her body. "I suppose so. Yes." 

"Do you want to tell me?" 

Honesty is the foundation of good relationships. "No." 

Ben nods. He's too good to them. "You could tell me later. If you'd like." 

The memory of blood spills over Evie's hands. The slippery, awful feeling of insides that were never supposed to become outsides against her leather gloves. The gritty feeling of dirt in her eyes that she can't rub out, blown up from the shattered crates they'd been aiming to take back from the pirates. The blood though, that's the part that she can't forget. She's been a medic since she first started sneaking out of her mother's house, but she's usually restricted herself to broken arms and legs and noses, some shallow stitches, fever medication, abortifacients and concussion care for the kids who can't take the dubious mercy of the barrier's spell. She's done medications for the kids who cared to try them, all sorts of poultices and remedies for the ailments that are within her power to fix. 

She's never been able to fix someone once they start bleeding out. 

She knows the theory of it. Blood transfusions, tourniquets, ways of stopping arteries without killing the patient. The problem is that she's never had to do it firsthand, because they've always known that the spell on the barrier was there to catch them before they died for real. The spell heals the killing blows, so it's easier to lean into the death than it is to staunch critical bleeding. Evie's killed kids herself, those who wouldn't die quick enough on their own, so that they could have the mercy of the barrier and the spell healing them back into a body marginally less broken than the one they'd left from. 

"He killed us." Evie manages, around the memory of blood spilling up from her throat. "They made it a game. Him and Uma and their crew. We killed each other." 

They've told Ben enough. He can figure out the rest, and he's smart and good and kind, so he does, and she can see him go white when he figures it out. 

[thelostgirl21]

Jaskier, The voice of the Continent,

meets

Radovid, The Voice of the Fandom...

Seriously, it's like they decided to have a character fall in love with Jaskier, and finally tell him everything we wish someone would have told him since the beginning of watching this show...

You gorgeous, loyal, empathetic, caring, devoted sapioromantic pansexual bard with a heart of gold and the voice of a freaking angel, that sees others as they are, and brings out the best in them often at your own expanse...

It was high time someone finally saw you, too - caught a glimpse of the pain and weariness you carry in your heart (yet keep downplaying and brushing aside, afraid that others would be made to feel bad about it and stop enjoying having you around to keep them entertained if they paid too much attention to it) - and took the time to remind you that you are, indeed, enough...

Radovid kept insisting for a song...

And you gave him one...

Not a song singing his own praises - with the goal or making him more sympathetic or famous to an audience (so that the world could see him and care about him the way you do)...

Not one asking him for what he yearns for, while being frustrated and heartbroken over him apparently being so set on self-sabotaging that he's unable to return the love of those that do love him...

No, for once, you decided that you were done "entertaining others", and singing about what you think they want you to sing...

Instead, you chose to sing a song about what you need and yearn for in life...

And he learned it...

Jaskier sang to him before he left the palace, and Radovid freaking learned Jaskier's song by heart, after having attentively listened to every note and every word he sang only once...

How's that for a pie without filling?

They somehow managed to turn that new ship into a whole freaking Cruise Line in just 4 episodes!

Don't get me wrong, I do love Geralt and genuinely think he was attempting to push Jaskier away out of both self-hatred and a desire to protect others from himself in Season 1... But the things he said, and the way he used to treat Jaskier, still hurt him, affected his sense of self-worth, and left some scars.

I'm therefore not drawing comparisons to bash on Geralt and Jaskier's own relationship, but because I love the healing opportunities that Radovid's hopefully genuine romantic interest in Jaskier are providing.

i.e. They better not pull some sick twist on us, by having Radovid be revealed as a cruel, scheming villain that took advantage of Jaskier's goodness, feelings, and needs for his own gain; because I've a feeling heads would be found in boxes!

Just let him have his big gay spoon, alright? Or little spoon! But I kinda want Jaskier to be the one spooned with someone firmly holding onto him with no intention of ever sending him away right now, so...

Also, what's the new name of that ship, Jaskovid? I'll go with Jaskovid...

I also found it very interesting, from a LGBTQ+ representation standpoint, that they are seemingly going the route of a polyamourous pansexual character that might be somewhere on the gray-romantic spectrum.

i.e. That Jaskier would specifically need to experience a sapioromantic connection - be attracted attracted to one's wits and insightfulness - in order for him to experience any desire to enter a romantic relationship with them.

Will Jaskier remain polyamorous, both romantically and sexually, should Radovid himself be monoamorously romantically/sexually exclusive, and the two of them choose to fully commit to their romantic connection?

I guess we'll have to see!

But I still thought it was a very nice nuance to bring to the character.

And I could see this going many different and equally interesting ways!

Jaskier could enter a deeply committed romantic and sexual relationship with Radovid, with one, or the two of them, remaining romantically and sexually non-exclusive (ex: one of my polyamorous friends has a main romantic/sexual partner that they live and share their lives with, and another one that they regularly go on romantic dates with, but without the need for them to build their lives together, or see each other as often).

Jaskier could enter a deeply committed romantic and sexual relationship with Radovid, with one, or the two of them, staying romantically exclusive, but enjoying sexual polyamory with lovers that they have no committed romantic connection to.

Jaskier could be revealed as being more ambiamorous than polyamorous, and be completely comfortable and happy being in a romantically and sexually exclusive relationship with a monoamorous partner.

As an ambiamorous panromantic demi-pansexual myself, I've personally discovered that, while I'm comfortable being in a romantic polyamorous relationship, sharing an exclusive romantic and sexual relationship doesn't feel forced, nor like I have to make any efforts and deprive myself of anything I enjoy, if I so happen to be romantically and sexually attracted to a person that isn't polyamorous.

It's like my monoamorous v.s. polyamorous instincts are naturally determined by the preferences of my romantic partner.

i.e. In the absence of any romantic connection to my sexual partners (that I do need to share a strong emotional bond with, however), however, I'm sexually polyamorous.

If the sexual desires occur in the context of a romantic connection with a monoamorous partner, I genuinely stop experiencing any sense of romantic and/or sexual attraction towards anyone else than that partner.

If the sexual desires occur in the context of a romantic connection with a polyamorous partner, however, then it's like my heart and my body will naturally remain open to forming multiple committed partnerships with other people, often with one of those romantic/sexual partnership being perceived as a domestic/life partner.

So, with Jaskier, it's perfectly possible that he might lose all interest in ever romantically and/or sexually having relationships with anyone other than Radovid, should Radovid be revealed as a being a romantically and sexually monoamorous individual himself.

Just like he could be polyamorously romantic and sexual all the way, and being unable to offer Radovid any exclusivity (which wouldn't make the romantic connection they share any less real, deep, nor valuable).

Whatever path that relationship takes, however, as long as the love and empathy between them remains genuine and real, I'll be extremely happy!

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, quarterfinals of the major bracket

Propaganda:

For House and Wilson:

Literally the most insane couple of all time from medical malpractice the show. They’re best friends, they live together, they’ve drugged eachother, they make stupid bets together, they manipulate each other, they ride off into the sunset together. They’re Sherlock and Watson, they’re the best doctors in their fields and you’d never want them anywhere near your medical care.

Medical malpractice <3

For Will and Hannibal:

Ive previously only heard the term "murder husbands" refer to hannigram so it feels flitting. The whole series culminated with a murder they did together bathing in blood. 

The show and ship that coined murder husbands. It’s in the text in s3 from a journalist side character. They do Many murders either together or as a message to each other. Usually this involves turning the dead body into an art piece. The show ends with them killing a guy together in a slo mo scene backed by porno music.

They're both batshit and manipulative.

ALRIGHT so they're not canonically together but it is HEAVILY implied and they have some sort of fucked up psychosexual obsession with each other. in the later parts of the show they start committing murder and cannibalism together and they're soooo unhinged but it's awesome

kill people for each other. maim each other. kill people together. most batshit insane metaphors. send each other to jail. ruin everyone’s lives. someone can probably say this better than me but these gay people are insane

Literally THE murder husbands. They kill for each other. They've tried to kill each other. They're canon in all but name, like the homoeroticism between these two is the driving force of the show.

one time hannibal folded a guy into an origami human heart

They are in love and they kill and eat people. They are called Murder Husbands in canon.

The original murder husbands (literally, that's not just their ship name, they get called that in canon)

The show begins with Will working for the FBI and trying to catch Hannibal, but because Hannibal is so intrigued by the way Will is able to see the world and the motives behind the killings so easily, it becomes a game of Hannibal isolating Will even more from the people around and seducing him to try and kill. By the time Will starts embracing the side of him that Hannibal sees, he starts oulling back and trying to distance himself so that when the time comes for Will to fully embrace himself and Hannibal, no one really suspects what they have planned. 

hannibal literally does murder as courtship and it works bc will is also a fucked up little guy

I'm actually quite offended they aren't included by default (joke). They are THE murder husbands!!!!!! (mod note: they should have been, but I wanted to see how many submissions they'd get. They got 19, making them a little more than 6% of total submission count).

do i have to say it. they literally get called murder husbands IN THE SHOW

There are 3201 works for Hannibal on ao3 tagged Murder Husbands. They are the ogs, they are the pioneers we owe it all to them.

THEE murder couple. You know it. I know it. They commit crimes at each other as courting and then commit crimes together and then fall off a cliff to wash up somewhere and live on to serve cunt. Get referred to as 'murder husbands' in canon. What more do you need

Hannigram were literally called Murder Husbands in canon, they are the og, they are THE blueprint. They were gay as hell and comitted so much murder so many crimes. THEY RAN OFF TO EUROPE TOGETHER.

[noa-ciharu]

A CLAMP ship can be divided into two categories:

Messed up beyond what is humanly possible

Drowning in so much fluff you get diabetes from simply being in their proximity

Of course, there are overlaps mostly to make the reader suffer even more when they hit you with the angst train

Clamp ships angst scale:

Since no space on badly organized graph I'll write captions under cut

Tooth rooting fluff category:

Akira/Utako, CSD and Duklyon couples(0.5 angst points):

-Look, it's Clamp's mangas so 0 angst is impossible thing to happen

-Very cute, very funny, very 'no angst' so they deserve lowest score on scale

Syaosaku (ccs) and Touyuki (1.0 angst points)

-Rooth rooting fluff

-Fluff so sweet you need to drink water immediately afterwards

-Some miniature drama happened but nothing much

-Love conquers all

Saika/Kakei and their Wish counterparts (1.5 angst points)

-couple so sexy they haven't angsted one day in their sexy lives

- angst is bc their adopted son and his bf are angsting (aka plot angst)

-fucked so kinky even hell kicked them out

-demon!angel and angel!demon

Shuichiro/Kohaku(2 angst points)

-"we gathered here today because some *glares ar coffin* couldn't stay alive"

- very cute, very sweet

-not much do be said here rly

Fujimoto/Kobato(2.2 angst points)

- tsundere boy and sweet girl

-angst caused by misunderstandings and plot

-Kobato is so cute idk how could he be mean to her in beginning. Must be bc of tsundere genes

Fiero/Fuu and Ascot/Umi which I forgot to add (3.0 angst points)

-seen coming from miles away

- side couples

-very cute

-they get along well so all angst points is bc of plot

Rikuou/Kazehaya(3.3 angst points)

-boy was clamp not subtle

-condom saved a life

-BL tropes on maxxx

-some angst was starting to unravel but series was put on hiatus so we'll never know

Lantis/Hikari/Eagle(4.0 angst points)

-canon poly go brrrr

-a bit rushed

-power of love saved the world

-is it better if I don't ask about age gaps?

'Prepare tissues, tears might be incoming' category

Hideki/Chii(4.8 angst points)

- your dick was tricked, get prepared for feels

- very sweet and innocent

-psychological questions in background

-more than you bargained for

Clow/Yuuko(5.0 angst points)

- love so strong it fucked up time and space

- idk where to put them since there's no backstory but enough hints to indicate there was some (probably tragic) backstory

- bastard man pulled best woman in the universe

-if you stumbled upon TRC after CCS, my condolences in advance

Syaosaku (TRC) (5.6 angst points)

- angst kicks in from first chapter and inky get worse

-"i'll sacrifice myself for you so you don't suffer" *processes to make other one suffer*

-feathers are problematic in this one

Kurofai(6.6 angst points)

-litetally married couple with 4 and half kids

-opostites attract

- one beated another into going to therapy

-could have ended tragic but instead it became slow burn healing couple ❤

Sorata/Arashi(6.6 angst points)

-flirting, teasing, flirting then bam - they fucked

- X couple so ofc they're have 0 common sense

- very sweet and fun couple and then angst kicks in

- silver lining of X being on hiatus is that Sorata is still alive :')

Zagato/his princess with name I'm unable to spell (7.0 angst points)

- starts off as cliche not even a couple but then plot twist twists you

- and you're on the floor bathing in own tears

-Clamp's casual angst

-'I don't want to live without you' type of couple

-self destructive

'Are you ready for pure pain and suffering?' Category

Douwata (7.4 angst points)

-'I'll always love you' vibes

-pain of loving someone who's self sacrificial and lacks self worth

- pinning phrase lasts for century

- eggs are problematic in this one

- eyes too

Yasha/Ashura(7.9 angst points)

-tragedy seen miles away

-the amount of hair in this ship, it's unparalleled

-very devoted and touching

- 'happy ending' but at what cost?

Kazuhiko/Oura(8.3 angst points)

-alright, we all knew beforehand she was dead but amount of feels that hit, I wasn't expecting that

- one of rare instances of non-chasity couple

-songs hit super hard

-actually whole manga hits super hard

Souma/Kendappa(8.8 angst points)

- Shakespeare wishes he wrote them

- tragic lesbians. Clamp pls let lesbians be together at least once

-kendappa why????

-again, plot twist twisted us all ;-;

Fuukam (9.0 angst points)

-very sexy, very fucked up

-were a very sweet couple then plot kicked in and one turned into antichrist

- you're minding your own business and bam:fuukam feels hit you like bullet train

- ending was meant to be so tragic even editors said it's too tragic

Taishakuten/Ashura ou(9.8 angst points)

- Shakespeare wishes he wrote this one as well

-proposes a solution to how never part from your lover

-you've heard about Clamp's eye loss trope, now prepare for Clamp's eye gain trope

- not much is seen about them but from little we've seen they're tragic on steroids and lack common sense

-at least they're happily married teachers in shoten

Seisub(+∞ angst points)

-it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye

-extemly messed up. No therapy can fix them

-canon but at what cost?

- "I got feelings for first time in my life so there's only one logical thing to do now:die"

- there are many universes out there but not in one is seisub happily together. Really, even in Shoten Seishirou is a serial killer

- at least we're not Subaru

[heliads]

Hi, I was wondering if it would be alright if i could request a peter pan x female reader with the prompts 1 & 5? Congrats on 5k btw !

ty! and it is most certainly alright

masterlist

On Neverland, favors are worth their weight in gold. If you can’t step foot off of the island, you have to make what you do on its shores count, and that means making your own utility higher than anyone else’s. Power is played back and forth like a round of cards, and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up on the bottom.

You’ve been at this game for quite some time now, and it wouldn’t be too strong a suggestion to say that you’ve learned how to make it your own. No one can make it work quite like you, and they never will.

Still, you do have to admit that having Peter Pan himself ask for your help does come as a surprise. He makes sure to do it as casually as possible, because Peter will never be able to truly deflate his ego long enough to be on the same level as the rest of you, but it is rather satisfying nonetheless.

He asks his favor as simply as he can, late one afternoon when no one else is around. The hour is late, and you’re barely awake yourself. Many of the other Lost Boys have retired for the evening already, trickling out of the campsite in twos and threes as they head for bunks and hammocks and whatever will hold them for the night.

This already lends strength to Peter’s conquest, knowing that no one can hear him other than the two of you. He keeps his eyes fixed on the endless waves of trees as he walks, you by his side. When he finally speaks, his voice is so carefully quiet that you almost don’t hear him, the words carried away by a sudden breeze that is either nature’s best coincidence or Peter’s doing, just like everything else here.

“Seamen will be coming here tomorrow.”

You arch a brow at him. “Pirates, you think? How can you be sure?”

He gestures vaguely towards the darkened sea. “You’ve seen the ship on the horizon, haven’t you? I recognize the sails. They’re a band of traveling merchants, really no better than pirates. I can call them what I will.”

You bite back a grin. “Peter, you hate pirates more than anyone. Try not to pollute the name by assigning it to anyone else.”

Peter gives you an exasperated look. “Perhaps the fact that I’m even comparing these merchants to pirates in the first place should give some indication of their terrible status. They’ve been here a few times before, and every time, it’s an absolute nightmare.”

You can’t deny the fact that you’re intrigued by this. “You’re the closest thing to a walking nightmare I’ve ever met. What could these merchants have that could possibly make your skin crawl?”

Peter shudders violently. “It’s not just the main group. There’s this one girl in their party who seems quite taken with me. Every time I see her, she’s winking or grinning at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that she might actually be flirting with me.”

You can’t hold back a laugh. “Try not to sound so disgusted, Peter. I’ve heard that flirting is often taken as a compliment.”

His stare is acidic, although it does absolutely nothing to quell your high spirits. “It’s not a compliment when she’s tracking me throughout the island. I can’t get a moment’s peace when she’s here.”

You nod solemnly, face twitching as you try to keep your composure. “Alright, then. Peter Pan is afraid of people who like him, that’s not much of a surprise.”

Peter glowers at you. “If I knew you were going to be this supportive, I would have complained to Felix instead.”

You refuse to be cowed by this, and instead just fold your arms across your chest. “Why didn’t you talk to Felix, then? You want something from me, don’t you? If it’s murder, I want to at least meet the girl first. I can’t assassinate someone without knowing for sure that they’re a scoundrel. I have my limits.”

Peter grimaces. “As much as I like that plan, I can’t do it. I need the merchants to like us so they can keep drawing in unsuspecting ships. It makes Neverland more exciting, you know? Murdering one of their crew doesn’t exactly win us any points with them.”

You tilt your head to the side, considering this. “I can see why that would be a problem. What’s your plan, then?”

Peter refuses to look you in the eyes as he explains himself. “Well, the way I see it, this girl would only leave me alone if she truly thought she had no chance of convincing me to return her feelings. I would need something obvious, something like me having feelings for someone else. Feelings that were returned, of course. I would never be caught dead pining for someone like a simpleton.”

You’re confused for a moment, and then you begin to put together the pieces. Peter’s obvious embarrassment to ask something of you. The one thing that could convince a serial flirter that someone is off the table.

A delighted laugh bursts from you before you can stop yourself. “You want me to be your fake girlfriend?”

Peter groans. “Don’t seem so pleased with yourself, I wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t a last resort. I have no choice. If I see that girl batting her eyelashes at me one more time, I’ll gouge out my corneas.”

You grin wickedly. “Say all you want, Peter. I’m just trying to appreciate this moment.”

He swats you on the shoulder. “Appreciate it when I’m not here. So? Will you do it or not?”

You let him suffer in silence a second longer, then nod. “Of course I’ll do it. Like there was a chance that I wouldn’t. This is much too fun to ever pass up.”

Peter seems to encounter all of his regrets in an instant. “This is a mistake, isn’t it?”

You beam at him. “Of course it is. That’s why it’s going to be so great.”

Peter seems to take some convincing on that front, even though it’s his idea. You couldn’t be happier to see how this pans out. What would it be like to have Peter Pan pretend to be in love? You don’t know that you’ve ever seen him display a stronger emotion than malice in all the time you’ve ever known him.

As it turns out, Peter pretending to be in love doesn’t seem to be all that different from how he normally acts around you. He tips Felix off, just in case, and you swear you hear the scarred boy mumble something like ‘about time’ under his breath as Peter walks away. After that, all you have to do is wait for the merchants’ vessel to anchor on the shores of Neverland, and see whether your plan will be worth it or not.

Although you can’t remember when these merchants last visited Neverland, you immediately understand Peter’s apprehension the second the docking party touches down on your beaches. They’re all vaguely insufferable, ranging on a broad scale to merely impolite to downright vulgar. 

You’re honestly grateful for the protection of seeming to be in a relationship with Peter on your own front. The merchants have barely been on the island for ten minutes before one of them is looking you up and down. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more relieved as when Peter appeared out of nowhere to stand by your side, idly taking your hand in his when the staring didn’t stop.

Peter’s merchant girl is there too. You could tell which one she was from the moment she arrived, just judging on the way her face fell when she saw you standing so close to Peter. The sight fills you with an odd amount of vicious joy. Yeah, you want to say. Yeah, it’s me and him. What could you possibly do about it? 

Forgetting the fact that all of this is fake, it’s kind of fun to walk around in front of all these people as if you were the one who could convince Peter Pan to fall in love, to feel as if you matter to Peter more than anyone. You think you’ll miss it when this charade ends, that sensation of being more powerful than you have ever known, lighter than air and twice as bright.

Perhaps Peter will miss it too. He seems to maintain the act even when you swear that none of the merchants can see you, just in case they happen to stumble upon you and suspect something otherwise. The two of you used to walk together frequently before the merchants came, but now the outings are longer, and often end in both of you just sitting together, enjoying the company of being alone with someone important to you.

It makes you laugh to think of how little you had before all this. The merchants end up staying for a week and a half, and you don’t know that any ten days have ever been sweeter, even in all the decades you’ve spent never growing old on Neverland. The thought of this ending, of going from having everything to having nothing at all, makes you want to sink the merchants’ ship or do something to keep them there just a little longer. At least then the act could stretch further out into forever.

The end comes, of course, just as you knew it always would. You and the rest of the Lost Boys bid a not so tearful farewell to the merchants at the end of ten days’ time, and you stand on a rocky cliff watching their vessel disappear into a grainy speck on an endless blue horizon.

Then, and only then, do you retreat back into the emerald depths of the forest. You tell yourself that you’re not intentionally seeking out Peter, but you find him anyway. Your feet might have always been oriented towards him, constantly trailing after him, never quite close enough to make it all the way by yourself.

Judging by the look of surprise that flits across his face when Peter looks up and finds himself in front of you, though, you might not be the only one prone to wandering in search of someone. 

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, messing up those same strands of light brown hair that never seem to sit straight. “So, the merchants are gone.”

You nod. “Guess that means you’re free of me.”

Peter chuckles, although his face spams briefly with pain before he manages to control himself again. “Oh, it wasn’t that bad. Honestly, it was kind of fun. I’ve had plenty of time to explore every possible kind of life choice, but never that one.”

“Well,” you hesitate, “if you ever need a fake girlfriend again, know that I’m here. I think we work together marvelously. I’ve never heard a lie that felt so real.”

Peter almost winces. “What if it wasn’t a lie?”

Your gaze jerks up to him. “What?”

He can’t seem to look you in the eyes. “What if it wasn’t a lie?” He repeats, “What if it was real? What I felt was real, I know it. Didn’t you feel the same? Wasn’t it better than anything we’d ever had? Is it asking too much to be young and in love, Y/N? Is it asking too much to let me have you like that forever?”

Peter’s voice builds in intensity until he’s practically begging you to answer him. Even still, it takes you a while to collect yourself long enough to say what you will. “It isn’t,” you whisper, “it isn’t too much to ask. Not to me. I haven’t wanted anything but this.”

As you say it, you realize that it’s true. Being so close to Peter has made you feel more than you have in quite some time. You don’t want him as a friend again, you want him like this. You want him as someone to love. This or nothing at all.

Peter smiles at last. “It’s settled, then. It’s us against the world.”

Just as it always has been, you think. Just as it always will be.

peter pan tag list: @lovesanimals0000, @amortensie, @w1shes43, @lost-ender

[jujumin-translates]

Event | 5th Anniversary: The Way Back Home | Chapter 5 - Autumn Planet Story

*Contains spoilers for Act 12 - eternal moment*

Izumi: Is everyone ready?

Juza: Yea.

Azami: Everyone’s hair and makeup is perfect too.

Omi: Wearing these costumes is always exciting, isn’t it?

Taichi: Ah! Mi-chan and Ma-kun are here!

Sakuya: We’ll have to show them how cool we are!

Sakyo: It’s not just those two, we need to show the entire audience the best play possible.

Banri: Damn right.

Banri: …Aight, let’s do this thing!

Autumn Troupe & Sakuya: Yeah!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: (A few years before Saku leaves the ANIMS ship… This takes place before Dee received his code name “Doug”.)

Izumi: (Out of these crew members, only Dee and the oddball Saku don’t have code names.)

Izumi: (Ted, a childhood friend of Dee’s, was one of the first to receive his name, “Tig”, out of the crew members. This makes Dee even more impatient.)

Izumi: (Dee, frustrated with this, has an outburst at Tig’s father, the captain of the ship, Bear.)

Dee: “Why the hell do Rat and Bat get names, but not me!?”

Rat: “Sorry, Dee. We’re just ahead of you~.”

Bear: “Until you figure out the reason, you’ll always be half a man.”

Bat: “I mean, what’s the point of the code names anyway?”

Rat: “As part of ANIMS, getting your animal code name is a sign that you’re independent. I think you broke the record for being the youngest, Bat.”

Bat: “Huh.”

Rat: “That was the weakest reaction ever! Well, you are a certified communicator. No wonder you’re so sought after.”

Bat: “I mean, you got your code name almost as soon as you boarded the ship, didn’t you, Rat?”

Rat: “‘Cause I’m just that good~.”

Dee: “I could get certified if I wanted…”

Bear: “We already have enough communicators. If you want to be one, look elsewhere for work.”

Dee: “Tch.”

Tig: “Dee, you haven’t cleaned the decks yet. Don’t make Saku do it all by himself.”

Dee: “Fuck off, I know!”

Dan: “Dee, I think you’re just snappin’ at Bear again.”

Dee: “Shut up. And if I am?”

Woll: “Bull’s-eye.”

Dan: “Guess I won that bet.”

Woll: “No helpin’ it. That’s a big win for you.”

Dee: “I ain’t a horse for you to bet on.”

Dee: “All of you treat me like I’m stupid. Pretty sure Saku and I are the only ones on the ship who don’t have code names.”

Saku: “What’s that about me?”

Dee: “Doesn’t it make you feel pathetic that we’re always just treated like we’re not really pirates?”

Saku: “I’ve never really thought about it… I guess I’m not necessarily unhappy with my current position or anything…”

Dee: “Tch, stop fucking joking about me bein’ on the same level as someone unreliable like that.”

Dee: “If none of you are gonna admit it, then I’ll make you admit it. I’ll make you admit that I’m a man worthy of ANIMS.”

Tig: “Dee, clean the decks.”

Dee: “Just fuck off, I’m doin’ it now!”

Tig: “Haah, what the hell?”

Bear: “He’s been like that ever since his father died. You’d better keep an eye on him.”

Tig: “Why me?”

Bear: “You already know why.”

Izumi: (Dee is getting increasingly frustrated with Woll and Dan teasing him. He’s much more childish and brazen than in the original.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Dan: “That’s our target this time, Ralph’s ship.”

Bear: “Way to go, Dan. You’ve got us in a good position.”

Dee: “But I’ve got no clue what kinda things rich people like. Are we really goin’ to war with that ship?”

Tig: “It just for appearances. They don’t even have any weapons.”

Bear: “Alright, for our scouts--.”

Dee: “I’ll go.”

Bear: “Tig.”

Tig: “Roger that.”

Bear: “Dee, you’ll be with me.”

Dee: “The fuck!? Why!?”

Tig: “Shut up. Obey the captain’s orders.”

Bear: “Rat, provide logistical support. Bat, stay with the ship and jam any rescue signals.”

Rat: “Aye aye, Sir.”

Bat: “Understood.”

Bear: “Everyone else, rush in as soon as Tig attacks.”

Woll: “Aye aye, Captain.”

Tig: “Don’t do anythin’ uncalled for, Dee.”

Dee: “Shut the fuck up.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: (Dee, impatient to be successful, is the first to board the ship without listening to what the others are saying…)

Tig: “I’ll be goin’ soon.”

Rat: “Unit One is ready to-- wait, huh?”

Woll: “It’s already gone?”

Dan: “Huh, who’s on board?”

Tig: “That bastard-- Can I take Unit Two?”

Rat: “Uhm, yeah, probably.”

Dan: “Unit Three will be on standby, just in case.”

Tig: “Thanks.”

Tig: “Unit Two, launchin’ in three, two, one--.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Beeping*

Tig: “Dee! Stop actin’ so selfishly!”

Dee: “Just shut up! I’m way better at handlin’ these guys than you are! Stay outta my way!”

Tig: “That ain’t the point! This is why you’ll always be half a man!”

Dee: “Who you callin’ half a man!? Just shut up and watch me!”

*Lazers firing*

Ralph: “!? W-What was that!?”

Subordinate: “Pirates!”

*Explosion*

Ralph: “H-Hurry up and do something quickly!”

Dee: “Hah! Perfect. Nowhere to run. Now all I’ve gotta do is get in and--.”

Tig: “Dee! Three planes incomin’ at two o’clock!”

Dee: “The hell? I thought they didn’t have any weapons. I never heard anythin’ about there bein’ an escort.”

Dee: “Whatever, I’ll deal with the three planes myself.”

*Lazers firing*

Tig: “Dee, don’t go alone!”

Dee: “I’ve got it under control.”

*Explosion*

Dee: “Aight, one down. Now for the rest--.”

*Explosion*

Tig: “Dee!”

Dee: “--Gh.”

*Beeping*

Dan: “Coming in on Unit Three for backup.”

Dee: “Dan!? What are you doin’--?”

*Beeping*

Rat: “Likewise, I’ll cover you, please rescue Dee, Tig!”

Tig: “Roger that.”

Dee: “--Shit, now everyone’s involved, this is bad.”

Izumi: (And as a result, ANIMS is forced to withdraw…)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Bear: “Let’s regroup and take off at once.”

Bat: “Aye aye, Sir.”

Woll: “Glad you’re safe, Dee.”

Tig: “How’s the condition of Unit One?”

Rat: “Dee did a good job of doging, so I don’t think it’s in too bad condition.”

Bear: “Dee, your selfish actions put the whole crew in danger. Are you aware of that?”

Dee: “--Yes.”

Bear: “Your father, Bull, was honestly one of the worst leaders I’ve ever seen.”

Bear: “He was the first to jump into danger, and his first priority was always protecting his comrades by bringing up the rear.”

Bear: “‘After I’m gone, you’ll still be here, Bear. Dee will have you, so I don’t have to worry.’ That’s what he used to say.”

Bear: “Every day I stood next to him as his second-in-command made my anxious as all hell, but I was proud to be there.”

Bear: “Dee, think it over again as to why you’re not recognized as a full man.”

Bear: “You have to be aware and responsible if you ever want to lead ANIMS as captain one day.”

Dee: “Me…?”

Tig: “Why are you surprised? Hasn’t this always been your plan? You’ve been sayin’ that you wanted to be captain ever since we were kids.”

Rat: “Well, but you’re still just half a man right now!”

Dan: “At this rate, you won’t get your code name and become captain until you’re an old man.”

Bat: “And no one wants a captain like that.”

Woll: “Haha. You’re gonna have to really work at it.”

Dee: “Guys… I’m really sorry.”

Dan: “He apologized. Seems like I’ve lost.”

Woll: “And I guess that means I’ve won this time.”

Dee: “You place bets on shit like that too!?”

Izumi: (Dee’s comrades follow after him. Their tone is joking, but you can feel their belief in Dee and their encouragement.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Rat: “Huh? What about Saku?”

Bat: “He said he had stuff to carry. They brought him along to the captains’ drinking party or something.”

Rat: “I’m so jealous. I wish I could’ve gone too.”

Dan: “Well, there’s no helpin’ it. We can’t celebrate the spoils of war right at this moment.”

Rat: “That’s dumb.”

Dee: “He said he was sorry.”

Rat: “He wasn’t trying to be disagreeable or anything.”

Dan: “Stop pouting.”

Dee: “I ain’t poutin’.”

Bat: “Huh? Isn’t that Ralph’s ship over there?”

Dan: “I didn’t see anythin’ about them comin’ into port around here, though.”

Woll: “Maybe it’s because of the incident the other day.”

Dee: “‘Bout damn time.”

Tig: “Oi, you’re not plannin’ on boardin’ again, are you?”

Dee: “They came from way far away. Can’t pass up that kinda opportunity. If they come into port, we’ve got ourselves an openin’. We’ll be able to pull it off no problem.”

Tig: “You haven’t learned your lesson at all.”

Rat: “That’s our Dee!”

Dan: “It’s true, we’ve got a chance. I’m in.”

Woll: “Same here. Not like I’ve got anything better to do.”

Bat: “Ralph and his crew are gonna be comin’ in soon. If you want your chance, go as soon as they do.”

Dee: “Ya already intercepted ‘em? That was fast work.”

Rat: “I’m gettin’ hella hyped!”

Dee: “We go at 22:00. I’ll board first.”

Tig: “I’ll go too. We learned out lesson last time.”

Dee: “Permitted. When we give the signal, the rest of y’all board too. Rat will be in charge of logistical support and diversion.”

Rat: “Aye aye, Sir!”

Izumi: (The members of ANIMS are filled with excitement. Their tone of voice and facial expressions really show off their nature as pirates, as if they’re enjoying the roughness of the plan.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Dee: “Looks like they’re short of hands. Perfect.”

Tig: “You haven’t reflected at all, have you, Dee?”

Dee: “I have. That’s why I brought you along.”

Tig: “Haah. How the hell am I supposed to support somethin’ like this…”

Dee: “It’s time. Let’s go.”

Tig: “Understood.”

Dee: “Pardon us!”

Guard: “Who the hell are you!?”

Dee: “We had to leave early the other day, so we’d thought we’d pop in to say hello again.”

Guard: “Oi, someone, come here! There’s pirates!”

Dee: “Tig, the signal.”

Rat: “Oh, it’s time, it’s time.”

Woll: “We’re gonna have to kick it up a notch from last time.”

Dan: “We’ll have this over with before the captain can even find out.”

*Lazers firing*

Izumi: (ANIMS acts as violently as they want. It really shows off the true spirit of Autumn Troupe.)

Izumi: (Banri-kun’s leadership skills are put to good use for Dee’s performance, plus the action scenes with everyone are also very impressive.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Bear: “So, what’s the meaning of this?”

Dee: “As future captain, I’ve gotta make sure I finish the job I messed up on.”

Dee: “Just so you know, this was my decision, so the other guys ain’t responsible.”

Bear: “God… Dee, from this day on, you’ll be known as Doug.”

Doug: “Huh?”

Bear: “And you’re not a future captain. From today on, you’re the captain. So pull yourself together.”

Doug: “Are you for real?”

Bear: “Tig, you’ll support Doug as second in command.”

Tig: “No avoidin’ it, I guess.”

Bear: “That’s a weight off my shoulders.”

Bat: “Oi, the Space Police are headed this way.”

Dan: “If we don’t hurry, the port will be put into lockdown.”

Doug: “Aight, y’all, get ready now. We’re gettin’ the hell outta here!”

Rat: “Aye aye, Sir!”

Izumi: (Now given his code name, his determination to live as Captain Doug of ANIMS is reaffirmed…)

Izumi: (The universe of the space performance was further expanded by seeing the past stories of ANIMS.)

Izumi: (The audience seems to be thrilled to get to know the activities and the growth of Doug and the others, which differs from the main story.)

Izumi: (Autumn Troupe’s spin off performance was a huge success!)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Applause*

Sakuya: Thank you very much!

Omi: Thank you.

Juza: Thanks.

Azami: Thanks so much.

Sakyo: Thank you very much.

Taichi: Thank you!

Banri: Thank you so much!

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[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Princess

Ship: Claire Debella x Reader

Summary: Claire's stressed, and she's very obviously not wearing a bra underneath her dress... Understandably you can't help but want to rail your wife.

Word Count: 3.6k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings: smut, fluff, daddy kink, choking (technically), vibrators, strap-ons, humiliation, degradation, praise, pet-names (general, sexual)

Claire moans softly as you press your thumbs against her clothed nipples.

“My little one is such a whore.” You coo. “Wearing a dress like this without a bra? Really babe? It's like you want me to bend you over the nearest available surface and fuck you dumb.”

Claire shivers. “I thought you liked it when I wore things like this.”

You move your thumbs away slightly to admire how clearly her pebbled peaks can be seen through her off-white dress.

“You brought the vibrator, right?” You check.

Claire nods easily. “Yes.”

“Yes, who?” You nudge.

Claire flushes, and she glances around before whispering, “yes, daddy.”

“What was that?” You question, grinning wickedly. “I didn't catch it.”

Claire shifts her weight, fidgeting with the skirt of her dress, swallowing hard.

“Yes, daddy.” She repeats.

Her voice is still quiet, but it's loud enough someone could overhear.

You hope someone does. These so-called friends of hers need to be reminded that Claire is actually wanted by someone.

“Good girl.” You purr. “Let's get to our room.”

“Right now? With a murderer on the loose?” Claire is scared, you can tell by the way her voice pitches and how her fingernails dig into her arms.

“Right after- Duke?”

You instantly soften.

“Do you want us to? You can say no, lovebug.”

She pushes a hand through her hair.

“Is it bad that I do?”

You blink, before rushing to reassure her. “No, babe, no. Everyone copes differently.” You pause, judging the look on your wife's face before offering, “let me make you feel better.”

After a few moments of silence, Claire takes your hand in hers, pulling you along as she carefully checks the corners on the way to the shared room Miles assigned the pair of you.

When you get there, it’s ransacked, but when Claire starts to say something about it, you shake your head.

“Worry later.” You say. “Let's find the vibrator and worry about the rest of this later.”

Turns out, you didn't have to look very hard, the bright pink toy having been dumped out of Claire's bag onto the bed.

You shove everything else off.

“Some of that is expensive!” She protests.

“And they'll still be expensive for having been on the floor.”

Claire frowns.

You sigh.

“Do you want me to pick it up?”

She bites her lip.

“Maybe.”

Despite how annoyed you act, you really don't mind bending down and scooping everything up, depositing them on the cushionless couch.

“Alright, is this better, kitten?” You ask.

Claire nods in approval. “Thank you.”

You tilt your head in acknowledgement.

“Get on the bed.”

Claire obeys, crawling towards the headrest and giving you a view of her ass that has you groaning with lust.

“God, your body is perfect.” You can't refrain from commenting. “Daddy’s going to wreck it, she's going to you ruin you for anyone else.”

Your wife whines at your words as she settles against the pillows, legs falling as open as they can within the constraints of the dress, giving you a little peak.

She's not wearing any underwear.

“Claire.” You breathe out.

She smirks, and it sends a throb of arousal through you.

“Yes, daddy?” She asks coyly.

“You naughty kitten.” You meet her eyes briefly, before flicking yours back down. “You absolute naughty girl.”

“I thought you might have wanted to play with me at dinner.” She admits. “I just want to be your good girl. You know that.”

Your entire body shivers with want at her words.

“You're such a fucking slut.”

And suddenly you're crashing your mouth against hers in a bruising kiss, and the moan she releases into your mouth has you slipping your tongue into hers and fucking her with it as best as you can.

Her hands harshly grip at your back as they tug you closer to her, pulling you between her legs, and she whimpers as one of your knees presses against her exposed center.

You tangle a hand into her hair, and slide the other one underneath her to clutch at the back of her neck, using the leverage to press harder against her, and you reveal in the pathetic noises she makes, how desperately she tries to both kiss you and attempt to grind her core up and down against your knee.

She finally tries to pull away, but you won't let her, making her hands stop tugging at you, and instead lightly hitting you, demanding air.

You only tighten your grip on her, and wait a few more seconds before allowing yourself to be parted from her, panting breathlessly as you stare deep into Claire's eyes.

They're so blown with lust there's hardly any bit of blue to be spotted anymore, just bottomless black pits of utter want.

“You want daddy to make you feel good?” Your voice comes out husky, and Claire's eyes flutter shut at the sound of it. “Look at me when you answer me.” You chide.

She whimpers, but listens, and you reward her with a soft kiss.

“Good girl.” You whisper. “Now give me an answer, kitten.”

“Please.” She begs. “Wanna feel good.”

“Of course, princess.” You gently tug her into a sitting position, fumbling for her dress zipper.

She wouldn't be happy if you simply tore it off of her, no matter how erotic she may have found it.

Claire gently pushes you away, and stands on wobbly legs, allowing you to properly unzip her.

In one easy movement, your wife is now standing totally naked as her dress pools around her bare feet.

“Let me undress you, daddy.” She begs, her eyes heavily lidded as your own roam over the expanse of freshly revealed skin.

You smile at her, and settle onto the bed, leaning backwards on your forearms, causing your chest to be slightly pushed out.

“By all means.” You invite.

Claire can't seem to undo your dress shirt buttons fast enough, and one of them pops off, causing her to pause.

“The shirt's ruined now, might as well.” You encourage her, and her panicked look fades as something far more sinful takes its place as she tears the rest of the shirt off of you, leaving your top half exposed in the white colored lace bra you had chosen for tonight.

A startled breath of air escapes you as Claire latches her mouth onto the tiny bit of exposed area of your breasts, and you moan loudly, teasing her as she nips and sucks at you, being sure to leave behind a mark before pulling away.

“Please, daddy.” She begs breathlessly. “Fuck me.”

You smirk. “You have to get me out of these pants first, kitten.”

Claire moves to undo your belt buckle, when her hands still and her eyes widen.

Your smirk grows impossibly wider.

“You'll have to wait to take daddy's cock, princess.” You coo. “She wants to prepare you with the vibrator first.”

She audibly swallows, before continuing what she was doing, unlatching the buckle and tugging it apart, allowing your pants to become loose enough for you to gracelessly wiggle out of them with her help.

Claire's eyes don't just latch on how the large pink strap springs free, and you laugh softly at how round her eyes have gone, and her gaze shifts.

You meet Claire's eyes, still smirking.

“Seems we both had the same idea, huh, baby?”

The air is cool on your exposed center, the only piece of clothing still on you is your bra.

Your wife isn't the only one that discarded the idea of wearing any panties.

Her mouth is parted, hanging slightly open, and you can see as all thought drains from her, can tell the exact moment something more primal takes over her control.

“Fuck me.”

It's not a beg, it's a command.

You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“Don’t be impatient.” You reprimand. “At least remember your manners.”

You reach a hand behind you to unclasp your bra, tossing it somewhere behind you.

“Pass me the vibe, and then get onto the bed and spread your legs.”

Eyes wide, your wife obediently does as you instruct, and you can't help but fixate on the way she slowly drips onto the bed sheets.

“I haven't even touched you yet, and you're so needy.” You taunt. “Are you really such a slut, so desperate and horny?”

Claire only whines in response.

“Aww… Has my precious little one gone all fuzzy headed?” You mock, exaggerating a pout. “Has my baby lost all her words?”

Claire whines again, and it sends a throb of arousal through you.

“Do you think you can stay still for daddy so that she can touch you?” You ask. “Does my kitten think she's big enough?”

Desperately, she nods, and you laugh condescendingly at her.

“Okay, babe, but that means you have to follow through, or else daddy’ll have to spank you.”

Claire nods a second time, and nearly cries with relief as you close the distance between you and her, clicking the vibrator on.

But instead of bringing it down to where she needs it the most, you decide to focus on her nipples.

“No!” She protests, trying to jerk away from the pink toy.

You immediately pull back and arch a brow.

“No?” You question. “I thought you said you'd be able to take it, like a big girl.”

Claire bites her lip.

“Oh, did you think I was going to make you cum? Is that it? Did you think daddy was going to be nice?”

Her face turns red at your mocking tone.

“‘M sorry.” She mumbles. “I'll be good.”

You hum noncommittally. “We'll see.”

This time, Claire tenses, but stays still as you gently hovor the vibrator over a tit.

She stifles a cry as you finally allow it to make contact with the sensitive skin, and you frown at her.

“You know better than to hold yourself back, kitten.” You admonish. “Daddy always wants to hear what sort of job she's doing.”

A whimper works its way out of your wife at your words and you nod, satisfied.

And then you shift the vibrator, going from circling her areola to gently teasing her nipple, and Claire screams.

You groan. “Fuck, baby, you sound so pretty.”

Her hips buck, clearly searching for friction that you know she won't find, and you switch sides, making her scream again.

She's always so sensitive and loud, always unable to keep from giving away any pleasure she may be receiving.

Claire bucks her hips, desperate for some friction as she starts to sob at how painfully her nipples have quickly become, but you don't let up, only making a sound of disapproval before moving to straddle her so that her range of motion becomes limited.

“Daddy's not going to stop until you cum, princess.” You husk out. “She's going to make her baby all dumb and brainless.”

Claire's head thrashes about as she desperately tries to ground herself, her moans and screams echoing loudly enough you're positive someone will come running, thinking someone was hurting Claire.

You grin viciously.

Let her asshole friends see the things your tightly-wound wife allows you to do to her. Let them gawk as you bring Claire to the peak of the highest of pleasure over and over and over again.

“DADDY! FUCK!”

Claire finds the words as she cums from her nipples being stimulated alone, and her essence spills from her now weeping cunt.

“You're so beautiful, kitten.” You praise, gently pressing a soft kiss to her slightly sweaty temple. “I want you to get out one more for me, alright? Two orgasms, one for each side, and then daddy will fill you up with her strap, okay, baby?”

Your wife whines, but manages to nod her consent, and you dip your head down to gently suck at the nipple that had yet to be paid proper attention to, before switching, using the vibrator on the now wet bud, and softly sucking on the overly sensitive one.

It's not long before you can hear Claire sobbing out a second orgasm, her fingers tangling in your hair, desperately trying to get you away from her now painfully overstimulated tits.

You pull away, smirking at her as you shut the vibrator off and toss it somewhere along the bed, and she whimpers.

“P’ease.” She begs. “Wa’ you.”

“Big girl words.” You chide.

Claire often loses her ability to properly speak. The deeper in subspace, the harder it is for her to find the words and then get them out.

Your wife lets out a small sob.

“Need you.” She pathetically whines. “Need you in me.”

“Aw, princess.” You pout. “Do you need daddy's cock in you? You need to feel her filling you up and use you like a fuckdoll?”

“P’ease!” Claire cries out. “Wanna be your slut!”

“Oh, kitten.” You coo breathlessly. “Daddy is so happy to make that happen.”

You shift so Claire can now spread her legs, before you carefully line your strap up with her sopping wet pussy.

“You're all red and puffy for me, little one.” You press a kiss against her neck. “Are you ready?”

Your wife nods eagerly.

“Please.” She carefully pronounces.

You laugh lightly.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

You've hardly finished speaking before you enter Claire with one thrust, her soaking wet hole eagerly taking you in one go, and her moan is obscene.

“Fuck, kitten.” You bury your head into the crook of her neck, taking a moment to allow Claire to get used to the feeling of having your strap inside her, before lifting your head so that you can pull nearly all the way out, before slamming back in.

Claire's back arches and she somehow screams louder than she has all night.

“That's it, slut. Let daddy hear how good you're being fucked. Let her hear what a good job she's doing ruining her precious princess.” You growl, and you find yourself with one of your hands gently pressing against her neck.

The moan your wife lets out short circuits you, and you're thrusting hard enough the bed starts shaking in time with them.

“God, you're such a fucking whore. Taking daddy's cock so well like this, fuck. What would the world say if they knew what a fucking slut you are, hm? Would you like that? Would you like to know how many people would be so quick to say how badly they want to turn the big bad Claire Debella over their knees? I'll bet you'd love that, being handed out for anyone's free use, listen to how fucking pathetic you sound.”

You're merciless as the words spill from you, and Claire's eyes roll into the back of her head, the top half of her body arching so high off the bed you're a little surprised her spine doesn't snap in two.

“Fuck. Fuck.” You curse as your wife's scream cuts itself off halfway through, and you know she's cumming again.

You don't stop, brutally pounding into her as her hands viciously claw at your back, and you're sure it'll leave cuts behind, for all that your wife keeps her nails shorn, they've always been sharp, even short.

“What the hell…”

Your head snaps in the direction of the door, and you find Lionel standing in the middle of the doorway, eyes wide as he takes in the scene.

You smirk as you see Birdie pop her head around his shoulder.

“What, like I'd let anything hurt her.” You scoff, not stopping your movements for a moment.

Just because you got caught doesn't mean you feel the shame in it.

“Now if you'd please leave? I'm in the middle of something very important here.”

“Wouldn't it be more fun if we joined?”

“No.” You and Lionel somehow share an exasperated glance at Birdie's suggestion.

Claire's whisper gets your attention.

“Daddy.”

Her face is bright red, and her eyes are watering with tears.

You haven't even realized you had stopped your motions.

“It's okay, Claire bear.” You soothe. “They were just leaving.”

Your wife swallows, but nods, before looking at her two friends expectantly.

You know there's a shared history between the three of them, from before you had come along.

You expect Claire to think you're upset at her for them having taken a look because of that, rather than truly having accepted her past with the two of them.

“Leave.” You say when they don't move, their eyes still glued to Claire's naked form. “I'm not asking.”

Lionel shakes his head then, looking embarrassed, tugs Birdie away, who keeps her eyes on Claire until Lionel shuts the door behind them.

“Well.” You turn back to Claire. “That could've been worse. It could've been Blanc. Or Miles.” You lean down and press a gentle kiss to Claire's lips, to convey you're not upset. “Are you alright, lovebug? Do you want to continue?”

She nods shakily. “Wanna forget.” She whispers.

“You sure? It's okay to stop if you want to, Claire.”

She nods again, more strongly this time. “Make me forget.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.” You whisper back, and Claire gives a small smile before you crash your lips against hers while simultaneously resuming the way your hips had been driving your strap deep into her.

Her moans and gasps are swallowed by your mouth, your tongue exploring every inch she has to offer, and you can tell she's close by the way her hands harshly grip your shoulders.

You break off the kiss.

“Cum for me, kitten. Let go. Daddy's got you.” You roughly say.

Your words are like magic, and Claire sobs as her orgasm overtakes her.

“Gonna keep fucking you until you can't think.” You growl as Claire's hands push against the expanse of your upper chest, clearly becoming overstimulated and over sensitive. “That's what daddy's baby wanted, right? To forget? Then let daddy do this for you, kitten.”

“Daddy!” Claire cries out. “Fuck!”

You chuckle low in your throat. “Such a filthy fucking mouth my little one has.” You tease. “How would you feel if daddy forced it quiet, hm, kitten? You want daddy to fuck your throat the way she's fucking your fucking slutty pussy?”

Your wife screams as you thrust particularly harshly into her, and then she's gone again, convulsing around you as she comes undone yet again, and she starts sobbing as you refuse to let up, watching her face in awe.

It must be something about this particular situation you've found yourselves in that Claire is able to cum over and over again so easily like this, with hardly any build up in between each one.

Your hand finds its way back around her neck as you taunt her.

“You like the fact we got caught, didn't you?” You laugh. “You're such a fucking attention whore. You love the idea of someone walking in again and finding you too stupid to do anything more than lay here and take. Every. Bit.” You punctuate your words by brutal pounding in and out, brushing against Claire's g-spot as her eyes roll wildly as her head tosses every which way, despite the hand you have around her neck.

Words seem to have finally fully left your wife, and the only sounds coming from her are ones of primal pleasure, and you reach your free hand down in order to rub gently at her swollen clit.

Once more, Claire screams as she orgasms, her body arching as she bucks her hips against you, before she suddenly falls limp, her eyes fluttering shut.

You can't help feeling self satisfied as you carefully, carefully pull out of her, watching with deep fascination as her hole continues to gush as her body twitches.

You lay a tender kiss against her now thoroughly sweaty temple.

“I'll be right back, lovebug.” You promise softly, even though you know she won't hear you, slipping off the bed and headed into the bathroom, finding a washcloth and running it under warm water, before returning to Claire, who's breathing has evened out.

Gently, you start running the washcloth over her sticky inner thighs, before working your way over her core.

Claire whines softly, but when you glance up, she's still out cold.

“I'm just cleaning you up, princess.” You soothe. “I know you're sensitive, but daddy just wants to be sure you don't get all icky.”

You keep talking in a low, reassuring voice as you finish your task, when Claire's voice rasps out.

“Thank you.”

You meet her blissed out gaze and smile indulgently.

“Of course, lovebug. Let me finish, and then we'll cuddle, alright?”

“Mmmmkay.” Your wife hums cutely, and you can't resist pressing a loving kiss against the warm skin of her thighs.

You go over a few areas that still seemed a bit sticky, before tossing the cloth in the same direction you had tossed the vibrator earlier.

“Okay, Claire bear.” You hush out, moving upwards until you can comfortably settle against the pillows, pulling Claire close to you, against your chest.

“I love you.” She whispers into your skin.

“I love you.” You reply, kissing the crown of her head. “Now rest, little one. You deserve to relax. I've got you, I promise.”

Your wife adorably sighs against you, and you can feel your own eyes closing as the sound of Claire's gentle breathing soothing you to sleep.

You know it won't be a long nap, but a break, especially for Claire, from all the stress can only serve to help, not harm.

And for right now, for these few, precious moments, there's no one else in the world but for the two of you, intertwined.