#another round of awakening characters

[iturbide]

New Robin/Grima in heroes (plus a few other Awakening characters)

Though I'm a little disappointed they went the possessed Robin route again. I really want to see them in game as separate people.

I'm more than a little concerned by the fact that Grima is kitted out in Validar's regalia. On the other hand, the dragonstone appears to be inheritable, which is interesting.

(I agree with you, though, I'm frustrated that they don't just make a distinction between Robin and Grima since they're two very different characters. Also I'm still waiting on my Grandmaster Robins. Where are they IntSys.)

Also while I am delighted to see that Gregor and Ricken have made it, I have to know: where is the Vaike. How did Phila, who isn't even a playable character and only has a handful of on-screen appearances, get in before the Vaike, who is a part of the Awakening roster so early on that he's used in the item trade tutorial.

and don't even get me started on the absence of Kellam

This is not to say that I'm not happy Phila's there, I'm just. Not all that attached to her the way I am to other characters that still aren't included in the Heroes roster.

(I'm delighted that Gregor made it, though, I love Gregor so much)

[vorestarr]

ascended astarion and vampire spouses

so I've been reading the dnd 2e manual "Van Richten's Guide to Vampires" for fic/game inspiration, and there's this really interesting chapter on vampire brides and grooms. after reading it, it's very clear to me that Astarion didn't turn Tav into a typical spawn, but into a vampire spouse, which are two very different rituals with very different outcomes.

the typical vampire spawn creation process is exactly what Astarion describes happening to him: a painful death, a painful rebirth into undeath, fighting his way out of his own coffin, and Cazador's complete control over him. this is described pretty clearly in the guide to vampires:

According to most related tales, a vampire can create another simply by killing a mortal either with its life-energy draining power (draining all the character's experience leveIs) or by exhausting the mortal of his or her blood supply. If the victim's body is not properly destroyed, it arises as a vampire, under the control of the creature who killed it, on the second night following the burial. [...] Most vampires remember the instant of their death and the nature of their killer, and understand immediately their new nature. Certainly their new hunger gives them a good idea of what they have become. They must immediately free themselves from their grave. either by breaking it open from within or by assuming gaseous form and diffusing out.

so that's definitely what happened to Astarion, but that's not what happens to Tav. after ascended Astarion turns Tav into a vampire, they can ask him what happened, and he describes the following:

Astarion: You are so beautiful... And you will be beautiful forever. Thank you for trusting me. Player: What exactly happened? Astarion: You were drained dry, and at the height of your delirium, I granted you one drop of my own blood. Things will be a touch different for you than they were for me when I was a spawn. I'm imbibed with unfathomable new talents. I am fairly certain I can extend Mephistopheles' blessings unto you. Player: Does that mean I need not fear the sun? Astarion: You need not fear anything. You will be stronger, swifter, sharper, but you won't be different. You were already perfect before. It's hard to improve.

for reference, this is how the guide to vampires describes the ritual for vampire spouses:

To actually create the bride, the vampire bestows what is known as the "Dark Kiss". lt samples the blood of its mortal paramour—once, twice, thrice—draining her almost to the point of death. This process causes the subject no pain; in fact, it has been described as the most euphoric, ecstatic experience, in comparison to which all ether pleasures fade into insignificance. Just as the subject is about to slip into the terminal coma from which there is no awakening, the vampire opens a gash in its own flesh—often in its throat—and holds the subject's mouth to the wound, As the burning draught that is the vampire’s blood gushes into the subject's mouth, the primitive feeding instinct is triggered, and she sucks hungrily at the wound, enraptured. With the first taste of the blood, the subject is possessed of great and frenzied strength (Str 18, if the character’s Str isn't already higher), and will use it to prevent the vampire from separating her from the fountain of wonder that is its bleeding wound. lt is at this point that the creator-vampire's strength is most sorely tested. He is weakened by his own blood loss, and also by his own rapture as the "victim" of a dark kiss. Overcoming the sudden loss of strength and the inclinations of lust, the vampire must pull her away from its own throat, hopefully without harming her, before she has overfed. Should the subject be allowed to feed for too long (more than 2 rounds), she is driven totally and incurably insane, and will die in agony within 24 hours. Once the subject has stopped feeding, she falls into a coma that lasts minutes or hours (2dl2 turns), at the end of which time she dies. Several (1 d3) hours later, she arises as a Fledgling vampire—and her creator's bride.

this to me sounds like what Astarion describes. he drains Tav almost dry, and at the very last moment, gives them a single drop of his blood. (also interesting reading this guide, the single drop avoids the problem of the vampire spouse being driven ravenous with hunger for the vampire creator's blood and attacking them. did Astarion know this and give them one drop on purpose to avoid that and Tav potentially being driven mad by it? or was he being selfish and this is just a nice but unanticipated outcome?)

i kept reading and there's a lot more interesting information about vampire spouses, but the most interesting thing I found related to the game was this:

Although there are some folk tales that describe the bride of a vampire as its slave, in much the same way that offspring are slaves, a bride is free-willed from the moment of her creation. The creator vampire does have great influence over the bride. however although this control is totally nonmagical. When a vampire is created in the traditional manner—that is, when a victim's life energy is completely drained away—the new fledgling instinctively understands much about the vampiric way of unlife, and about its own strengths, weaknesses* and needs. Not so the bride.

so basically, the vampire spouse is not tied to the vampire creator in the same way as a spawn (i.e., not able to be fully controlled) but is still extremely reliant on the vampire creator to teach them how to live as a vampire. the guide goes on to describe that some vampire creators may lie to their vampire spouse about the control or powers they have, in order to exert more control over them.

interestingly, if you ask Astarion if he can compel you the way Cazador compelled him, he doesn't give a straight answer, he just says this:

Player: Cazador could compel you - can you compel me? Astarion: Why would I need to? You're going to be wonderfully obedient.

to me, all of this says that Astarion was telling the truth when he told Tav that they would be different from him as a spawn, and also in emphasizing that they are not a spawn but a consort. he didn't create a spawn, he created a vampire spouse. he married Tav, and because of this Tav also retains their free will.

of course, Astarion doesn't say this. if he knows, he withholds this information in much the way that this guide describes, as a way for the creator to maintain more control over their spouse. but still, extremely interesting implications for the ascended Astarion romance, imo.

other interesting facts about vampire spouses from the guide to vampires:

the married couple has telepathic communication that can span miles -- so Tav and Astarion can potentially have a telepathic bond even after the tadpoles are gone. (another note, this communication has to be consensual both ways for it to work, so you can't just dig around someone's mind if they don't want it.)

the vampire creator is extremely jealous and possessive. (yeah lol)

their life forces are linked, so one suffering a great deal is felt by the other.

the bond can be broken, but the ritual to do so has to be initiated by the creator. to break it, they both spill their blood on the ground and allow it to mix. this dissolves all aspects of the bond (i.e., telepathy and linked life forces), but the spouse stays a vampire.

[gojosatoruwifey]

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✑ happy happy happy birthday to our red fishie ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿) as usual, this fic is written the day before my finals exam (・ω ・✿)

✿ warning/s: fluff, short, blushy! rafayel is the best rafayel, simps, let me know if i missed something!

✿ character/s: rafayel, fem! reader

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it’s his birthday so you follow what he does that makes your heart skip a beat

rafayel is in for a surprise.

he already suspected that you’re doing something fishy behind his back, especially the date in the calendar that tells him that his birthday is around the corner. a good boyfriend that he is, he will just let you do your thing.

rafayel didn’t, in fact, see this coming. 

the smooch landing on his cheek was so swift that if he didn’t know you’re standing before him, waist bent down as you put your weight to your one arm and the other retrieving a small pillow beside him — he is thinking to check himself into the mental ward, complain to the doctor there that he is having a hallucination of you kissing him randomly and so suddenly at that as he lazily sprawled to the couch, phone in hand.

you, with all your might, maintained a composed face as if you didn’t just copy one of your boyfriend’s cute antics that he is unaware makes your thoughts haywire. rafayel’s gradient stellar eyes stare wide at you, perplexing surprise swirling behind those beautiful pools as he looks up at you from the couch.

a successful cheer erupted inside your mind. satisfied with his reaction, calling forth every cell in your brain to commit his face to memory. rafayel’s reddening cheeks all the way to his ears, doe eyes round and shiny. 

turning on your back with the pillow hugged by your arms, you act like you don’t mind him and continue on your way.

success!

to be honest, when rafayel gets whiny, begging for attention or dragging you to a spontaneous date, it awakens a dormant beast within you.

so, when it’s your turn to act cutesy around him, you’re looking forward to it.

internally, rafayel is losing his mind. whose fault is it? you, who else. what in the world have you been up to? your recent actions have become unpredictable and difficult for him to anticipate.

you're doing it again! he bit his lower lips he’s afraid blood would soon appear as you had a python grip on his arm, pouty and sulky dripping on your voice, “i want that one, win me artsy birb plushie! please? rafayel?”

“i…” where did his usual nonchalant of a bodyguard go.

he felt you get closer, “i will! i will!” rafayel maneuver the claw, his arm still pressed to your body, clinging to him. oblivious to the grin curled on your lips. the heat on his cheeks and ears hasn’t gone away, staying there much to his chagrin.  if he were to glance at the couple in the reflection of the claw machine plush’s glass, he might have not missed it.

another success!

now, onto the last one. you are not so sure how to proceed with this one. it’s not that you’re not confident to pull this move to him but rather, how to make the timing right. should it be on the day? to have better lighting? what of the place? should you hold this in the destiny cafe or at his home or yours? a date is a go-to since you can create a more romantic atmosphere so a date it is, then. you nodded to yourself.

on the other hand, rafayel’s heart will explode the more he lets you hold the reign. it's bad for his health. what will happen to linkon were their precious artist gets sick? he will blame you, really.

if you pull another one…

shit, he curses. it's late morning, brunch, unoccupied second floor with just the two of you, the muffled tappings of laptop keys below, the occasional bell ring when a customer enters and the staff greeting them, the beeping indicator of the hot water in the kitchen, the sound of beans hitting the bottom of the container, the rush of coffee cascaded in a cup.

and the warm sunlight pouring into the table where you two are sitting.

a finger lightly brushed the strands of his hair near his eyes. rafayel watches mutely. the words he has been practicing and the dramatic actions he thought last night are gone in an instant. you move away from the strays as you make eye contact with him, muttering, “there. i can see you better. don’t look down like that or you will hurt your neck.”

red bursts completely all over his face. steam coming out of his head.

“what’s the matter with you? you look like reddie.”

k.o!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Blurred Lined 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Note: Mr. Panty Snatcher.

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Nick may have had a rude awakening, but you feel you’ve had one of your own. You can’t help but note the subtle changes. Your boss is a stickler, a man of order. For the few years you’ve worked for him, it’s always been a sober, professional interaction. You pick up after his dinner parties and the like but he never lets you see the details of his leisure time. 

It’s nothing to do with you, you’re sure. You imagine there’s something going on; with work or otherwise. In a way, his little display reminds you of Joey. When she was a teen, she had her moments, acting out as she tried to figure out how to deal with all the new challenges of living. Still, Nick is much older than your daughter and even she’s outgrown that sort of behaviour. 

You serve him his coffee, no whiskey. He takes it along with the two Advil capsules you hold out in an open palm. He’s still naked, the blanket bunched high up his muscular thighs. 

“I see you had a rather exciting night, sir, I suppose I should start making my rounds,” you say as you turn to clear the used glasses from the table; some empty, others sticky, and more with liquor left in the bottom. 

“Eh,” he grumbles and gulps noisily, “what about the whiskey?” 

“Well, sir, I really don’t think it’s necessary,” you say as you gather up the glasses. 

“Alright, mom,” he scoffs and sighs as he takes another swig.  

You let his sarcasm roll off your shoulders. If you can deal with a teenager, you can deal with him. You feel him watching you as you stand straight. 

“Anything else I can get you?” You offer. 

“You’re not even curious about all the excitement?” He stretches an arm over the back of the couch, “there was a girl... you didn’t see her hanging around, did ya?” 

He chuckles and your cheeks tinge with embarrassment. His unusual crassness puts you on edge. You shake your head. 

“Think she’s gone,” you say. 

“Mm, don’t remember her. Must’ve been boring,” he grumbles. 

“I’m sure she was just as pretty as all the others.” 

“Hm, sure,” he snorts. 

You take the glasses out, the tense silence nipping at your heels. You return as he drains the coffee and stifles a belch. He holds out the mug. 

“Any more?” 

“Yes, sir,” you accept his cup, strolling through to fill it from the pot. As you come back again, his knees are set wide as he cracks his knuckles. 

“So, what’s it like being married?” He ask abruptly. 

You hold out his mug, trying not to show your surprise. 

“Sir?” 

“Well, you...” he looks at your hand decisively before he takes the mug, “were married, weren’t you? That bad?” 

You go back to the low glass table and collect the last of the glasses, “it was nice,” you answer honestly, “steady, consistent...” 

“Mm, so it wasn’t amicable?” He suggests as he presses the cup to his forehead. 

“With due respect, my marriage is my marriage--” 

“Where’s the ring? If he’s still around--” 

“Sir,” you warn, trying not to let your agitation seep through. 

“You never talk about him. Or your daughter.” 

“It’s...” you sway in indecision between setting him straight and stomping off. “It’s work, sir. It’s not really relevant.” 

He hums thoughtfully and sucks his teeth, “but you know all about me, don’t you?” 

You grin wryly, “sir, I know how you like your suits pressed and hung and how you take your coffee,” you insist, “it’s work.” 

“Work,” he narrows his eyes. “Not much time for a personal life. Guess I’m shitty like that.” 

You frown, “I wouldn’t say--” 

“You wouldn’t because you got a daughter to put through college. And an internship.” 

You flinch and shake your head, “did I do something that--” 

“No, I’m just being... sociable,” he measures his words. “It’s part of my job. Intel. I have to know everything about everyone. Didn’t realise before I know nothing about you.” 

You part your lips, uncertain how to react. He’s hard to read. You can’t tell is he’s angry or what. 

“If I wanted to, I could. That’s all I’m saying,” he shrugs and tastes his coffee. 

“Right, sir,” you nod hesitantly, “I’m sorry If I said anything--” 

“No, you don’t say much,” he stands, not bothering to keep the blanket over his pelvis. Instead it falls to the floor without a care, “that’s the problem.” 

Before you can reply, he turns and struts away. You look away quickly and try to shake off his attitude. What’s gotten into him? You know it’s not you. You know this kind of behaviour. Like before, you can’t help but be reminded of those adolescent blow ups. At one time, you had them yourself. 

Whatever’s going on with him, it should pass soon enough. You’re certain he’ll find some model to distract him. Or bury himself in his work like you. Hard to be upset when there’s a mess to clean up. 

🔹

The day wears on as any and you leave thirteen hours after your arrival. You’re not unfamiliar to the long shifts but you’re less and less attuned to them. Your tailbone has that subtle ache which calls for a hot bath and sleep. You don’t know that you’ll have time for both.  

The house is quiet when you leave. Nick has made himself elusive since the morning. You’re thankful for it, only seeing him to bring his meals and the few demands he had. He always seemed to be on the phone when you were near. No doubt he has his own work to tend to. It could be why he’s been so erratic. 

Is that how you’d describe it? 

You skip the bath and go straight to bed. A quick shower in the morning will do. You wake only hours later and begin a new day. A few more years and you can slow down; once Joey’s got her feet on the ground. 

You head to work in a daze. You’ll wake up once you get moving. You enter the gate code and it buzzes furiously back at you. The red flash suggests you put in the wrong number. You try again. Several times to be certain. 

Your phone shakes and startles you. You peer up at the sky, still in its early hues, and answer. You know without looking that it’s him. 

“Hey, you set off the alarm. Stop.” Nick says flatly. 

“Oh, uh, the code isn’t working--” 

“I’m not home.” 

“Oh, okay, but--” 

“Go home,” he interrupts. 

You stutter. Is he firing you? 

“Sir--” 

“Had to run off on a work trip. You need time off,” he says matter-of-fact, “so go.” 

He doesn’t wait for your answer. The line clicks and you’re left in utter confusion. You stare at the screen. The call was barely a minute long. 

Why would he lock you out? You work all the time when he’s out of town. So what’s changed? Your heart sinks as your dread wells up and fills your chest. It feels like he fired you. 

You try to call back. It goes straight to voicemail. Either he has his phone set to away or he’s deliberately ignoring you. 

You idle just before his gate as panic pulses through your skull. What did you do? You weren’t rude. You’re always painfully professional. You parse through the conversation from the morning before but can’t find anything that you did wrong. He acted strangely but you didn’t say anything about it. 

So why is he doing this? 

Your phone vibes. 

'Go home.' 

The text flashes at the top of the screen before the notification disappears. You sigh and through the cell phone. So, do you go back to the job boards and hope for the best or wait for your mercurial boss to make up his mind? 

🔹

You’re restless. The first day you spend trying to keep yourself busy. You put the energy you would have spent cleaning up Nick’s house and work on the apartment. You even oil the greasy hinge on the kitchen cupboard and squeeze in a walk before dinner. 

Joey doesn’t pick up either but you expect as much. She’s off having fun. When you were in college, you barely spoke to your parents. You were off having fun, meeting your husband... 

The next day is much the same though there isn’t as much to do. You try to make yourself catch up on your reality TV indulgences but you can’t even focus on that. Joey texts to ask if it’s something important and you assure her to keep doing what she’s doing. She calls after dinner as you have a rare glass of wine. 

“So, things are better?” You ask, trying not to betray your own worry. 

“Oh, much better. I can’t believe I was freaking out. My boss... he can be a bit intense but he’s so awesome. Mm, you know he took me to this really awesome place for a business lunch. They had one of those conveyor belt things with the sushi.” 

“That’s amazing,” you smile, “and how’s the special girl?” 

“Mom,” she squeaks. 

“What? I don’t even know her name. Give me something.” 

“It’s nothingggggg.” 

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” 

“Mom,” she croaks. 

“Alright, fine, I can be patient but when you’re ready, you know she’s always welcome.” 

“You are so cheesy,” she accuses. 

“I can hear you blushing through the phone,” you chime tauntingly. 

“Mom!” 

“What? What’s going on? Did I forget something?” You play dumb. 

“Stop it,” she growls. 

You laugh and swirl the wine, no longer thirsty for it foggy lens. You sigh as your amusement recedes and you’re reminded why you broke the seal. You’re silent as the line turns to empty static. 

“Mom?” Joey says and reality slaps you across the face. 

“I’m sorry, I was just... you know, I think I’ll bring your dad some flowers tomorrow,” you say, “he’ll know what to do.” 

“What do you mean?” She murmurs. 

“Sitting with him helps me clear my mind,” you sigh. 

“Yeah, but, what’s going on?” 

You look down and exhale, “nothing big, just... life.” 

“Ha, tell me about it. It just doesn’t stop,” she snickers. 

“Right, well, I don’t wanna keep you from having fun or whatever--” 

“Fun? Please. I’m looking over all these case files Andy gave me.” 

“Andy?” 

“My boss, you know? As nice as he is, he sure makes you work,” she tuts. 

“Oh, I know the type,” you shake your head at the thought of your own boss; even in his absence, he’s persistent. 

[mrsoharaa]

Ꮺ ❥ 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.

characters: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

content warnings: none, just slight suggestiveness nothing too explicit (unfortunately lol), reader being a tease.

You pout every time he leaves to go to work bright and early in the morning. leaving you so empty and desolated within the vast space of your shared bed to your lonesome self...so a libidinous thought occurs to you.

While in the midst of getting ready to teleport to HQ in your shared bathroom, you straighten the blush pink translucent lingerie that flew across your skin ever so beautifully and sprawled yourself out over the comfort of your messy, queen sized bed.

With one arm hooked beneath the pillow you curled up too and your stomach laying flat against the soft sheet beneath you, you pry one eye open as you listen to the heavy footsteps of his approach. The sound of a familiar prolong grumble bounces through the spacious room that was hardly lit with the awakening suns brimming rays of soft honey and marigold.

A curled smirk seeps into your skin, adjusting your bottom half of your body to give him a good look of what he was going to miss out on, a small ripple of your rounded rear reflecting your sudden motion. He chuckles half heartedly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he carefully skims over the tempting allure of your beautifully curved figure sprayed out, just for him.

"Te juro que vas a ser mi muerte, cariño." he remarks playfully, sitting on the edge of the side of your bed, gently brushing his fingers across your graceful face. ("I swear you're going to be the death of me, sweetheart")

"I know you're awake, querida" he chuckles lightly, leaning down close enough to your ear, reaching one arm across the other side of your body as he hovers over you, lips nearly brushing over the shell of your ear. You choke back a gleeful giggle behind bitten back lips, tightly closing your eyes. ("gorgeous")

Damn him and his impeccable senses!

He chortles again, shaking his head as he gives you another primal, hungry look over your pretty, hardly covered stature. Battling the absolute urge to savagely take you right there and then, roughly tearing off each beautiful laced fabric that confined your delicate skin to his view.

His left hand softly homes at the lower of your back, his thumb tracing gentle circles amongst the thin layer of your elegant lingerie.

"I wish I could stay and admire this beautiful piece of fabric on you bebé...but work calls" his smooth, silk voice rumbles through your ears, swiftly raking through you like a severe earth quake. Pushing your plushy thighs together just from the sound of his smooth voice bellowing into your ear.

You feel his thumb slyly crawl beneath the lacy fabric of your lingerie top, cradling sensually, along your warm flesh.

Simulates a gentle hum from you, a struggled, steep grunt from him.

His hot lips kiss the lobe of your ear gently, almost leaving a sweltering, burning ignited fire along the tender flesh as it pulls away.

Stimulating such fluttering butterflies deep within the depths of your bubbling belly.

"Dios, I want to stay with you...so badly, nena..." he hisses under his weighted breath, glancing down at your relaxed figure once more, biting back his salivating tongue.

"Just...keep it on until I get back, yeah? ¿puedes hacer eso por mí, preciosa?" he pleas softly, giving you a heartfelt kiss onto your cheek and removing his hovering weight from you. Sighs disappointingly, irritatingly, as he uses his watch to teleport himself to work. ("can you do that for me, gorgeous?")

Giving you one last glance before stepping into the luminous orange portal ascended before him.

You sighed heavily, frustratingly into the softness of your pillow. Straightening out your limbs as you turn over onto your back, blankly starring up at the bland wall to think of more...creative ways to get him to come back home early.

[kidlit-queen-competition]

Round 2 Poll 14: GLaDOS from Portal vs Nastya Rasputina from the Mechanisms

entry propaganda:

GLaDOS

big!! lovely!! will kill you!! loves you (in-game woman protagonist) a lot!! also hates you!! <3 big robot also <3 a robot that by extension is the entire science lab <3

Weirdly obsessed with another woman and fucks with her "for science"

Had a very fun codependent relationship with Chell which led to me discovering fan fiction in middle school

In unrequited(?) lesbian love with the main character who is also her test subject in the first game and the beginning of the second game. Literally writes and performs a gay-ass aria to her. Has written 4 songs about her if you count the one that’s cut content and the one in the lego game. Also her entire character motivation is “science” until it becomes “science and revenge.” Caused MANY, MANY lesbian awakenings

GLaDOS does it all - evil robot science MILF. While not necessarily a lesbian, a fondness for her is a lesbian trait, and her two songs are breakup songs w/ a woman, so read into that how you wish.

Nastya Rasputina

She is canically gay and is the engineer of the starship. Who is sentient. And her girlfriend. Yes the starship is sentient and her girlfriend.

canonically wlw AND trans. is literally dating her sentient ship, Aurora (in both a romantic and sexual sense.) shes the last princess of Cyberia, which is pretty much just Sprussia (Space Russia) (her backstory is really just the Romanov massacre but make it cyberpunk).

She is an imortal space pirate. She's dating the spaceship (who's name is Aurora). She has mercury for blood. She has forced the mechanisms to go do quests because Aurora was sad. She has the most autistic swag of any charcter I have ever seen.

Canonically a lesbian and dating the sentient starship aurora!! Also immortal space pirate

Not only is she the engineer of a sentient spaceship, she's also in a romantic and sexual relationship with the ship!

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 1 MATCH 126

Sam propaganda:

“He is so sweet and is my favorite characters from sdv.  If you marry him then he'll sometimes make you pancakes or do things around the farm cus he wants to help lessen your workload.  He's just so nice and lovely :)”

Chloe propaganda:

“main love interest for the playable character (there's another option but he's generally not liked) she's badass, she's supposed to die but the player changes her fate, they were childhood friends but had a fallout but eventually met again, she lost her dad and previous friend/girlfriend (she appears in the prequel and the relationship is dependant on how the player wants it to be) she has blue hair she says the word hella a lot and (spoiler) by the end you either have to sacrifice her or the town it's one of those really depressing games”

“My Gay Awakening <3”

[occasionalsnippets]

Do you have any new fic recs?

Uhh no notes for this time because i'm busy but fic rec part 2 :)

again mix of stuff, gen, romance, x reader, etc etc. some of the crossovers are in random sections b/c i can't be bothered to have a whole separate thing for each crossover

check back in like 2 years maybe for another list

Mashle

Mashig! [Quotev]

Easton’s Prefect Trio and a Round of Old Maid [AO3]

KNY

Determination [Quotev]

Candid [Quotev]

beware the dust devil. [AO3]

The life and times of Kibutsuji Muzan, Bored Immortal Guy [AO3]

the awakening of the demon king [AO3]

BNHA

An Unexpected Training Trip [AO3] [Naruto crossover]

The Future's Keeper [Quotev]

Record of Ragnorak

Ganymede [Quotev]

Obey Me

The Idiot [Quotev]

One Piece

World-Seeing Eyes [Quotev]

Black Butler

my soul, you know it aches for you [Quotev]

DC

Hush, little baby, don't say a word [AO3]

The Art of Mortal Quests [AO3] [Percy Jackson Crossover]

what goes around [AO3]

Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map [AO3]

DP x DC

Unable to Forward [AO3]

The Peacock Chronicles [AO3]

Putting the Joy in Joyride [AO3]

Dead Man Walking [AO3]

If You Give a Bat a Burger [AO3]

Danny the Intern [AO3]

Wait, I'm a what? [AO3

Ghost in the Morgue [AO3]

Bus to Nowhere [AO3]

DC x Marvel

Untangling the Web [AO3]

Help Me, I Don't Feel Like Myself Anymore [AO3]

Spider and Bat Friends [AO3]

Dark Matter [AO3]

Undertale

Ghost Hunting With Skeletons [AO3]

Help, I've Fallen Into a Surveillance State and I Can't Get Up! [AO3]

Turn The Page [AO3]

with you here between [AO3]

bon courage [AO3]

JJBA

passione speedrun any percent (world record) [AO3]

Naruto

Healthy Coping Mechanisms [AO3]

Last Resort [AO3] [DC crossover]

complete disarray [AO3]

Morpheme [AO3]

JJK

limited vision [AO3]

obito and jjk is occupying my brain and in this essay i will [AO3] [Naruto crossover]

TWST

Team Building Exercises [AO3]

You Will Understand Now That Yours Is Unique in All the World [AO3]

Isekai as the Side Character Destined for Intoxication [AO3]

the seven habits of highly unfortunate souls: a transmigrator’s guide to the coral sea [AO3]

Debut or Die

I must debut (or die) [AO3]

RESET [AO3]

Vacation [AO3]

Date or Die! [AO3]

Shokugeki no Soma

and only the bitterness remains. [AO3]

SVSSS

The Cultivating Force [AO3] [Star Wars crossover]

Misinformation [AO3]

Master of Dual Cultivation [AO3]

Scum Villain's White Lotus Halo [AO3]

how to avoid love for dummies [AO3]

ORV

bet i made you look [AO3]

The Reborn Villainess Can't Possibly Be This Cute! [AO3]

One Kim Dokja to Rule them All [AO3]

you got me starstruck [AO3]

“You are loved,” said Yoo Jonghyuk. “This is a threat,” said Yoo Jonghyuk. [AO3]

TCF

black dragons and white crowns [AO3]

THE GOD'S SYSTEM [AO3]

What Lies ahead [AO3]

Amaranthine [AO3]

Treasure of the (Vampire) Duke's Family?! [AO3]

The Distress of the Middleman [AO3]

everybody talks [AO3]

0% Love [AO3]

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living, not breathing [AO3]

The Fourth Seat [AO3]

Indelible Stains [AO3]

半个花瓣 || Petal Fragment [AO3]

Nothing but the Truth [AO3]

Chilled Peaches [AO3]

Not exactly pushing daisies [AO3]

Bait and Switch [AO3]

The Unfought [AO3]

Sight [AO3]

Swinging Pendulum [AO3]

KnB

Ball Is Life, But You Still Need To Pay Rent [AO3]

Tokyo Revengers

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Marbled Elbows [AO3]

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[1800jjbarnes]

◇ 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐭.𝟏 ◇

【Synopsis】 : One day, when a far away kingdom gets attacked, a lone brave knight fights to save his homeland. But what happens when death comes knocking and only a small fae could save him.

『Word count』 : 3.5k

-> Genre: Fantasy Au. Fluff. Gore. Suggestive.

Paring: GumpyKnight!Bucky x Fae!Reader

[Warnings] : Violence, heavy gore, blood, weapons, animals dying, near character death, making out

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The enchanted forest just on the outskirts of the kingdom was one of the most ancient and most powerful places you could ever visit. The thick forestry was home to many magical beings, ranging from fairies, fae, nymphs, druids, and more. If you walk fifteen minutes into the giant trees, you can spot a crystal clear waterfall that is said if you swim in it, a water nymph will appear and grant you wishes.

If you cast yourself deeper inside, as the forest becomes denser, you can find a cave that houses a griffin. It has spoken that he is sound asleep waiting for his master to awaken him from his enchanted slumber. The forest is beautiful inside and out but never tread too far, It may be magical and gorgeous, but it’s a dangerous land. The creatures that hide inside can be seductive and lure you into an early gra—

“Samuel! Clinton! Stop scaring the kids.” King Steve called from across the classroom. The young prince and princess stared in shock hearing the horrors of the forest just beyond their bedroom.

“Uncle Steve, can you tell us about the forest? Haven’t you been in there yourself!” The young princess smiled at him, intrigued by the stories that were whispered in the castle. Steve just chuckled, leaning against the large door frame. The two knights who were telling the stories also anticipated what their leader might say.

“Well, there was this time when—My lord three or more large wolves have entered the outskirts of the kingdom,” Nat calls out with three other knights following her close behind, Wanda and Vision, while Peter looked out of breath having to try and keep up with olders, and their long legs.

Sam and Clint told the kids to go find their father, Steve's brother from another kingdom, and wait until the threat was gone. Steve rounded them all up, heading straight for the large entrance gates.

“Wait where is Sargent Barnes?!!” Steve called, looking among the knights present.

—

Treading through the thick grass, Bucky wipes his brow with a bloody hand in hopes of removing the blood off his face. But it just ends up smearing it more. His armour is scratched, and some of it has been torn off. His chest was exposed, but he kept his shield close to make sure he didn’t get a jump on himself.

“Where are you…” He gritted his teeth, holding his sword tightly in his grasp. He already managed to slaughter two of the rage-filled beats, but he became unsure how many exactly were left. A stick snapped behind his back, making him turn at all the speed he could conjure. But it wasn’t as fast as he would have liked, being tackled down by a large black wolf. Its teeth were a mix of black, red, and yellow, its breath stunk of death, and eyes were pitch as the night sky. It was hungry, and Bucky was its prey.

—

The meadows were extra lively this fine day. The flowers were all in full bloom, making pollen dance in the cool breeze. Your cottage was warm, and the smell of leftover burnt wood from last night’s fire was still prominent as you snipped at some herbs in your greenhouse that was connected to your humble abode.

Placing the herbs and sorts carefully into the little grass basket you carry around, you head inside to sort them out for storage. Some things you sell in neighbouring kingdoms, and others you keep just for yourself. Placing everything on the counter, you notice you’re missing a few items for the meal you planned for tonight. Sighing, you head upstairs to get dressed. You couldn’t do without the ingredients, and it was only a short walk to where you needed to go.

You put on your petty coat before layering on your fabrics. You put on a baby pink and blue with a contract of a white theme. You tie on your bodice top to make sure you avoid your sheer wings. Lastly, you threw over a slitted half cloak to just cover your shoulders, gifting you a little hoodie.

Grabbing your basket and bow from downstairs, you slip on your shoes before heading out into the forestry you call home.

—

The small space clearing from the giant thick trees was covered in hot red blood. Two wolves were lifeless and cold, while one of their brothers still stood. It was wounded but held its ground. Bucky stood across from it, covered in blood. Losing count of what was his and what was the beasts. He held his stomach as the large gash that the big black wolf gave him continued to pour out streams of the crimson liquid.

He was dying.

He spat, holding his sword with both hands. If he was going down, he was going to go down fighting. The wolf growled, getting ready to pounce, looking Bucky dead in the eyes. He ran, jumping onto him, pinning him down to the damp ground. He screamed as the wolf bit into his shoulder, ripping a bit of his flesh away. It was the last piece of strength, Bucky drove his sword into the beast’s chest, his knuckles white as his grip clutched tight. The beast let out one last growl before falling onto the knight, lifeless.

Buck kicked the large wolf off him before leaning against a tree that sat behind him. His eyes grew heavy, feeling his breath becoming shallow. Lifting his left arm from his stomach to look at the damage. His lower half was completely covered in red, his hands painted cardinal.

“Fuck..” He choked, his eyes fuzzy unable to see his surroundings. Maybe going out on your own was a stupid idea. He thought before shutting his eyes for the final time.

—

You were minding your own business. Picking some morels up from the base of an Elms tree that had recently died. The soil was wet, getting stuck to your palms as you removed each mushroom carefully. A low whimper caught your attention. Making you stand up quickly. Your hand clutched your belt that carried your positions, getting ready just in case. You slowly walked towards the noise, preparing for the worst. But no one could prepare you for what you saw.

A literal blood bath.

Three dead wolves and a man. Blood is painted everywhere. The whimper you heard was from a smaller wolf that had stumbled upon the massacre. Its eyes are rage-full, stalking its way towards the man who lies unconscious. Without a second thought, you drew your bow, pulling out an arrow from the quiver. You dragged the arrow, aiming for the wolf. You slowed your breathing before letting go of the stem, letting it fly straight into the jugular of the wolf, stopping it in his tracks.

It was quick and painless.

You picked your feet up, letting them hover just above the forest floor, so your shoes don’t get blood on them. Flapping your wings, you fluttered over to the man, leaning down and becoming horizontal. You notice the gash in his chest, hissing at that state. You pop the button on your pouch, grabbing out our jar of golden dust. You pinch a small amount before sprinkling some of the unconscious male.

“Let’s get you cleaned up…” You sighed…

—

The smell of soy sauce, perilla oil, chicken broth, and other spices made Bucky's nose twitch. He shifts slightly, gifting him a sharp pain in his abdomen. His hands flew to his stomach, letting out a hard groan. He shifted more, blinking slowly. His fuzzy vision makes it hard to completely see his surroundings. He notices he is inside a lounging area, a blanket covering him and a fluffy pillow holding his neck up comfortably.

He pulled the blanket away, seeing all his wounds were dressed, and he was in only his undergarments that hid under his pants. A rush of red painted his face, feeling indecent. He moves to get up, but another sharp pain hits him, making him cough. He went to put his feet on the floor when a gasp caught his attention.

“HEY! STOP YOU’RE GOING TO POP YOUR STITCHES!!” A concerned voice made him freeze. You ran around to the front of the couch, placing both hands on his upper chest, fingers resting on his shoulders before pushing him back down onto the comforter…

His eyes grew wide watching your face contort as you spoke to him. But he doesn’t hear anything. All he is paying attention to is your beauty. The way your hair shines with sprinkles of what looks like glitter. Your skin contrasts with your outfit, making you look eternal. And your wings, resting flat on your back. The shimmer of blue on your forewings while the baby peach blends into your hindwing.

Your head tilted as you examined his wounds, he notices how cute your pointed ears look, having been decorated with jewellery. You were beautiful, a goddess. He had never felt something like this before. He was the bad guy. The quiet mysterious knight that most town folks didn’t dare to tread near. But you didn’t look at him like that. You didn’t look at him as if he were a monster. You just saw a hurt man.

“You understand!” You say sternly, making him fall out of his thoughts. He blinked a couple of times, trying to find a word that might have stuck from you, but he didn’t hear anything. You laugh watching his brain tick and find nothing, making him blush even more.

“You heard none of what I said, did you?” You giggle, crossing your arms over your chest. He just shook his head with a simple sorry.

“Stay. Don’t move, I’ll bring the food.” You got up quickly, existing towards where you came from. He sat there for a moment, confusion and wonder, mixing in his mind. All he could remember was the colour red from the blood and darkness. But now he was here, fixed up and safe…Strange.

You returned with two bowls of warm stew. Placing both on the coffee table, you move towards the largr knight, making him stiffen. You put more pillows up against the couch’s arm. Making him lean back but still sit up enough so he could eat. You place a little tray on top of his legs before putting the bowl on top and handing him a spoon.

“Eat, you’ll feel better.” You sounded like a mother caring for her sick young. You were trying to be stern, but in the tone, he knew all you were feeling was concern. Worry for a stranger you have never met, wanting nothing but to help heal him no matter his background. The silence was comforting, taking down the delicious meal. Time passed soon, finishing the meal, You got up to grab the empty dishes, heading swiftly to the kitchen. Bucky wanted to speak, but you were too quick, so he got up. Slowly, and mildly painfully, well scratched that very painfully. He leant against the kitchen door frame coughing out, making you jump.

“Oh my god, what are you doing!” You yelp, dropping the dishes back into the soapy water, immediately moving to wrap your arm, even though it doesn’t completely wrap around, his waist, helping him to sit on the chair. He wheezed out slightly, holding his lower stomach before slouching into the soft seat with emerald green cushioning and deep spruce wooden framing.

“I told you. You move, your stitches can pop, do you have a death wish or something!” You sounded angrier than you wanted, your fingers grazing over the wrapping around him, checking to if anything may have moved.

“Ha maybe.” Was the only thing he replied with. You looked him dead in the eyes with frustration. You watch the blue in his eyes shift, his pupils blow slightly. You felt a connection as if you had known him for years. The distance was suddenly hyper-aware in your mind, shifting back away from him, moving straight back to the sink.

“So…What’s your name anyway?” He asks, tilting his head slightly, trying to get your attention. You told him your name while your voice was small, watching the bubbles slowly pop away. Bucky cracked a smile, watching you intensely.

“I’m James, but everyone calls me Bucky. And I owe you a thank you.” You turned around to meet his gaze once more. Blush forms on your cheeks. You nod, smiling at him before turning your back to him, placing a bowl into the drying rack.

“I don’t need thanks. You are the one who kills those beasts. The beasts that infect my home. This forest.” You choke out, placing the last dish on the rack, and pulling the plug. Bucky clicks his tongue knowing first-hand what those feral wolves can do. Destroy crops, kill just about anything and anyone that gets in their way and leave a path of misery in their wake. You place a cup of coffee down in front of him and sit down across the table from him.

“Well James, you need to rest. You are not going anywhere until you can at least walk without anything…” You wave your hand, gesturing to his stomach, “…You know, hurting.” He laughs at your actions, taking a sip of his coffee while you do the same. Silence fell again, but it wasn’t awkward. It was comforting. A small smile was placed on both of your faces. You stared out your window, watching a small drop-lit of rainfall onto the glass, sighing in contentment. But Bucky watched you. He might not know it, and nor did you, but you had him around your finger. He was falling fast, and for once, he wasn’t scared.

—

“HEY, IT"S BUCKY!!!” Sam screamed from the edge of the billiard room, making Nat miss her shot with the pool cue. Before Nat could protest and whine, the knights started running towards the gate. Steve was there first, wrapping Bucky's arm around his shoulders to hold him up. All of his fellow knights surrounded him, spitting out questions over questions, overlapping one another.

“Okay give the man some breathing room.” Wanda pulled the two youngest away—Yelena, and Peter—letting the others move so Bucky and Stve could walk towards the castle. Once inside take, he took him straight to the infirmary to check up on his wounds. Steve was the first to break the silence.

“Where have you been? It’s been four days?” He crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side. The nurse helps Bucky remove his blouse so that she can undress his wounds. The others watch as the dressing falls off his chest, revealing a scarred semi-healed gash from just under his left nipple cross until it ends just above his pelvis. Audible gasps echoed in the infirmary, Sam leaned forward for a better look while an uproar of questions sprung again.

“Okay okay!” Steve calmed the crowd. “Answers now. We thought you were dead! For the love of god, we were contemplating whether we start planning a funeral or not!” The king sounded hurt, but who could blame him? He and the other had trouble sleeping without knowing what exactly happened.

“We found the massacre on the outside side of the woods. The five wolves are dead along with the two you left at the entrance of the forest.” Vision spoke quick, curious how he took on that many wolves.

“Five? You mean four? I only killed the four in that break of trees…” Buck said, holding the end of the bandage as the nurse dressed the wrapping around him. Then it recalled to him that when you found him, a wolf might have been there. Did you kill a wolf to save him?

“Oh, Doll…” he sighed in a whisper, making the others tilt their heads at the grumble of words.

“Who Doll?” Peter asked, only just being able to hear the older male’s voice. Bucky was frozen he didn’t want to tell his friends who you were, not cause he didn’t trust them, but if the word got out that he was saved by a creature of the forest, questions would arise and that could lead to negative theories on Steve's leadership. There was too much to risk at the moment, and only just being returned sparked all these questions. He was scared.

“I’m not dead, right, that’s the main thing. I’m fine. But I….” The nurse backs away to the desk on the side, pulling out some other dressings, but Bucky stood up, backing away from the bed. “I’m tired, but I assure you I’m not in danger anymore….”

And with that, he left in a hurry, leaving his brother confused and even more so worried.

—

Two weeks had passed since the accident, and everyone seemed to have died out of questions. None of the townsfolk speculated anything and only blessed Bucky, one of the bravest knights, was safe.

Bucky watches through the bay window in the main meeting room. An important spokesman came around to King Steve for some event that was happening. Bucky wasn’t paying attention. All that was thinking about was you.

Tonight was your meeting night. He would sneak away in the evening while everyone went off to their separate duties. The sun was low on the horizon, and most had already settled in for the night. But Buck was quick and quiet, weaving through the halls to avoid all the guards and his friends. He managed to get to the outer gate undetected, but little did he know, Nat was hot on his tail, watching his every move.

Bucky entered the dim forest, making Nat curious to remember back to the conversation she had with the others not too long ago.

“I’ve seen him. He has been sneaking out into the forest at night.” Sam states having been on guard watch the other night. The others were beginning to question where their friend was disappearing to. Bucky avoided every question and every query that was thrown his way. Everyone was becoming impatient with the mystery. So Sam and Clint devised a plan to catch Bucky out and find out exactly where he was going.

“My bet, a siren or worse, a succubus has enchanted him,” Peter says with worry, fear slipping off his tongue.

“Succubus?! You are certainly mad. I think a witch has given him a love potion.” Nat laughed.

“Maybe it’s love,” Wanda whispered making everyone turn from the table.

“Love? Pff, you’re funny.” Sam laughed but Wanda was serious, Maybe the cold-hearted and closed-off knight finally met someone who could melt his exterior. But in the end, the others were still determined to find out how. So as the sun sets and they all got set into place. Bucky doesn’t suspect a thing, entering the forest like he does every other time.

But only this time Nat and the others were close behind.

The front garden was full of lanterns lighting up the evening’s surroundings. You sat on your swinging bench while Bucky stood in front of you, telling yet another story of his adventures. He swings his sword as he focuses on this crucial part of the story, and all you can do is smile at him being so goofy. He was so perfect in your mind and you were falling every moment you spent with him. He tripped lightly, making you laugh, standing quickly to help him up, but he pulled you down, making you fall slowly as your wings stopped you from gravity. His arms snake around your waist as you both laugh. Your hands rest on his chest as you look him in his beautiful eyes. He smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I think I’ve fallen for you…” He confesses, making you blush, leaning close to him. Your lips ghost of him as your smile grows with his.

“As am I…” you reply, leaning into a kiss. His lips are soft and warm. Butterflies dance in your stomach, and your wings flutter slightly. His hand cups your face, deepening the kiss. You were so in love, and so was he. And as he sits up, he brings you with him. His hands grip your thighs, bringing you onto his lap before turning you. You fall onto the soft grass on your back with Bucky above you. Your wings lay flat, letting Buck see every detail. His fingers graze over the sheer appendage, making you let out a small sigh. Electricity crackles up your spine, almost like a burning wire in a broken fuse box. Everything was so sensitive. You couldn’t get enough. You needed more.

“James…” you whisper through his lips, mixing your breath with his before he coulc answer you, prying eyes that were watching your displays of affection caught his attention.

“What did I tell you,” Wanda states with a smile, watching his friend finally happy.

“NO WAIT, I WANTED TO WIN THE BET!!” Sam said a little too loudly, making you and Bucky hear. You sat up straight off him, hiding behind his back once he was facing where the noise was.

“Sam?” Bucky called out suddenly, seeing a small head pop out from behind the trees before yelling;

“Pretend We're not here!!!!”

Everyone laughed.

[lazysublimeengineer]

Probably one of my last posts about the Blue Lock movie and Nagireo/Reonagi in general because half of the fandom had watched this movie in the past and already shared their thoughts on this matter.

Pros about this movie is that it explored more of Nagi and Reo's thoughts about each other and how it validated some of the viewer's thoughts that due to their personality differences and temperament, it easily led to their miscommunication most of the time. I like that we were shown that Nagi isn't really a cold and lazy bastard in this movie. He cares for Reo in his own way. But most of the time he doesn't verbalized his thoughts and he shows it mostly through his actions rather than his words. A lot of people had stated that he wasn't that much invested in his partnership with Reo and I have to disagree with that. He cares about Reo a lot. Reo is the first person who has shown genuine interest in a slacker like him. Although Nagi is a passive character most of the time, he has an attitude that he won't be doing anything that he doesn't worth his time or doesn't his get his personal interest. He was going along with Reo's whims and wishes even though they're a hassle to him because being with Reo isn't a hassle after all. He doesn't like seeing Reo upset or sad as evident in their match against Team Z when Reo's face was in despair because of the possibility of losing against them so he made an effort to think and made an action for himself independent of Reo's strategy and judgment in the field.

Nagi acting and saying mean things to Reo during the second selection like "you're a pain in the ass" is a knee jerk reaction. He was hurt by Reo's constant reaction of being displeased and angry over his actions of choosing Isagi's team rather than staying with him because he thought Reo would understand what he was doing and how it would benefit both of them in the long run. He doesn't mean those things. When a person is hurt they tend to say or do things recklessly and would often regret after and that's why he's apologizing to Reo in his head (I REALLY PREFER HIM TO SAY SORRY TO REO VERBALLY BUT THAT'S FOR ANOTHER STORY). Nagi cares about Reo. A lot. He's just shit at verbalizing it to him. But he's shown it in his nonverbal cues and being a practical person in situations that calls for it.

Now for Reo it's an interesting matter. Because in the movie we were shown his more genuine and vulnerable side. The fandom always thought that he was a spoiled, possessive brat. But he was more than that. WHEN REO CARES FOR A PERSON. HE CARES. A LOT. IT'S INTENSE. IT'S ALL OR NOTHING. HE WILL GIVE IT ALL. NAGI IS HIS FIRST GENUINE FRIEND (IF YOU'RE A NAGIREO SHIPPER THEN YOU CAN INTERPRET THIS AS HIS S.O. OR WHATEVER). He believes in Nagi's talent and skill. He was the first person who saw his genuine potential and immediately shut down Ego's words against Nagi before entering the program. He caters to Nagi's needs most of the time. To the point that he coddles and spoils him (nothing wrong with that but it backfired on Reo during Blue Lock because that isn't what Nagi needs to be awakened at that moment). When Reo was hurt and was lashing out at Nagi it was a normal reaction of a person who was genuinely hurt by their actions. Because Nagi's decision was out of the blue. Plus the fact that Nagi made him promise of to stick to each other til the end, then THAT HAPPENS, REO WOULD FEEL BETRAYED ABOUT IT. I wouldn't invalidate his emotions and thoughts about that moment because that's his genuine reaction to that situation and Reo didn't even had a public nervous breakdown. It's just him moping around during the second selection but he still made an effort to be the tactician and strategizer in every match that they went into when he teamed up with Chigiri and Kunigami during the second selection. So, people need to calm the fuck down about accusing Reo of overreacting because he is not. It's a part of his character that makes him well rounded and more human. And that makes him more intriguing and interesting.

Now for the cons of the movie.

It will work as a side anime tbh.

There I said it.

As a Blue Lock fan, I was impressed by the first half of the movie then it was a let down in the last half because the scenes were too compressed and it was more of a fast forward of scenes that we already saw in the season 1 of the anime.

They should've made the U20 arc a movie honestly. It would work more as a movie rather than a second season of the anime.

[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fridays

Happy I started drafting this when it was Friday everyone! Can you believe there's just three weeks left to go before we're back with BEENADO?! Here's another round of the fic I've been reading this last fortnight to tide you over in the meantime. You can find previous rec lists here.

7 September 2024

Baking is a Science but I Studied the Arts by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels the reason why I'm late posting this week is that I opened up AO3 to start gathering links, realised this was completed, dropped everything and read it start to finish. Sugar Daddy Tommy is ready and willing to pamper Eddie with trips to Vegas, and Eddie is in need of a distraction from all his pining over his best friend. Buck's feeling a little envious of Eddie and Tommy's new friendship, but with an open line of communication Tommy's happy to introduce him to his bisexual awakening, and unlock a new level of kink along the way. But of course, there's crossed wires, and neither Buck or Eddie actually know who the other's mysterious new casual boyfriend is. Deliciously indulgent, sexy, and feel good polyamory with 9-1-1 what is your emergency levels of misunderstandings and self discovery along the way. Lincoln's buddietommy threeway fics just always hit the spot.

Summer's End by @dunnonorlly back on my Eddie's summer of introspection without Chris bullshit, with a wonderful self recommendation that I'm so glad was brought to my attention. I love fics which really showcase all the ways this ensemble love each other and there's such a gorgeous wealth of extended firefam offering support here, including a particularly impactful Eddie and Bobby dynamic, with his advice and experience shared, and deep understanding from Maddie. Talking things through with those he trusts, and some beautifully written gentle steps towards finding peace and embracing love with Buck at his side and his family reunited.

Counting Pulses by tinyydancerr also recommended to me by dunnonorlly, this is an alternate take on season 7 written early on in the series, in which crucially Eddie has OCD, based on the author's own experiences and carefully woven into all the idiosyncricies that make up Eddie Diaz. It's a beautiful and painful character exploration that allows Eddie to examine his own past and present with fresh eyes, in the hopes of moving to a future without tripping up on all that's held him back. I particularly loved the backstory elements, and how his mental health and Catholic guilt create a maelstrom he's painstakingly riding through life. Such a moving fic. The same author also has a GORGEOUS anniversary Henren fic Up, and Down, and Around which sees Karen through Hen's eyes, with a rollercoaster of emotions.

about the present by @runawaymarbles if there's one thing you need to know about me it's that I LOVE me a timeloop narrative, and wow does this two parter The Scroll of Saint Barnabas and Theoretical Corpses, Laughing deliver. "The day of the shooting, Eddie got stuck in a time loop. But that was three months ago. He's completely fine now." In which Eddie absolutely has PTSD, but when you're caught in a timeloop where you see all of your loved ones picked off by a sniper, and every attempt you make to stop it just ripple effects someone else to be harmed, what do you even do? Plus along the way there are confessions they won't remember, secrets that are impossible to keep locked up forever, firsts that they'll be forced to forget, and overwhelming survivors guilt. An absolute masterclass in consequences, understanding, and healing together through the hurt.

Being Eddie by @cal-daisies-and-briars sticking with the timey-wimey theme, I also read this Being Erica inspired fic, in which a mysterious therapist grants Eddie the opportunity to go back in time to fix a list of his regrets, confronting repressed memories, and gaining an understanding of himself and the people in his life he feels like he's wronged along the way. Of course the butterfly effect is in full force, and sometimes changing the past means losing a future and a love you're growing to cherish.

like a river that doesn't know where it's flowing (i found where i'm going) by @queerdiazs VIVE LE MOUSTACHE! 'After coming out as gay, finally, Eddie has a well-deserved hot girl summer witnessed by his closest friends and family. Everyone is supportive and encouraging, except for Buck. What could that possibly mean?' Truly full throttle embracing the concept of latter in life coming out second pubity and slut era Eddie, this is so much fun, so delicious, and Buck is full on out not having a good time. Eddie can't help that the moustache makes him so irresistible! (I also had a great time with their fic no one else on earth because I love me some Eddie vs Josh).

Stay Until the Morning by @semperama oh my god, once again smacked in the face by my demiromantic Eddie and resulting emotional trauma feels. This is established (almost) buddie, written for the @summerofbuddie "breaking cliches" week. The author says it best: "The cliche that's broken here is that friends-to-lovers is as simple as two people realizing they love each other and then it's happily ever after. In this instance, things are a little more complicated!" I really really deeply appreciate this examination of simply finding your person doesn't magically fix all the things that have reinforced your emotional barriers and mental walls, and Eddie has a lot to unpack around how he's approached sex and relationships as does Buck. Small but mighty, this packed a punch.

suddenly the only thing i saw was you by @diazisms finally ending on a wonderful sapphic rarepair wildcard, this is a 5+1 fic featuring May Grant and Adriana Diaz! Bless you mysterious Diaz sisters for being such a rich fictional ground to play with - In this, Adriana is dropped off in LA for college, feeling out of place having taken a year to work. She bumps into May Grant, a beautiful stranger in a coffee shop. As they grow closer, they soon discover they have more in common than they thought. I loved this so much.

Okay that got long, but as usual insert call out for more henren fic here. Feel free to self rec! And please share and reblog :) See you next week, probably with HOTSHOTS recs bahaha!

BEES!

[tired-teacher-blog]

Crumbling fortress

Characters : Dabi/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Sexual Intercourse/ Chocking/ Creampie/ Fluff/ Angst/ One Shot

Notes : This was supposed to be a silly little filthy drabble but I donno what happened, why did I turn it into a soft passionate long ass piece? No idea tbh.. so enjoy!

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

_ "You are my hero, Touya." you smile languidly as you utter, a sense of tranquility is spreading through your veins and a pleasant warmth is replacing the carnal desire of earlier.

Touya.. hero..

He hates that, hates the words leaving your mouth as soon as they do, why must you ruin these rare moments of peace with your unwanted weird kind of fluttery? Why must you remind him of the person he once wished to become but never succeeded? Were you perhaps mocking him?

_ "Quiet now, I don't need to hear this." stern and frustrated as his steely voice reaches you, lips smashing against your abused ones as if to silence you, and they do, fogging up your brain and melting you under his rough touches.

Your warm coated walls tense up around the awakening stiffness still grazing your insides while stifled whimpers mix with the wet sounds of your lips molding sloppily together.

Your nails pierce the patchy skin of his neck and shoulder, adding more marks to the already existing ones you shaped there moments ago, your strained legs wrap loosely around his skinny waist as your overstimulated core prepares for another round.

_ "Fuck.. you're already squeezing me so tight." he mumbles into the kiss, tugging on your lower lip playfully before rolling his hips once.

_ "Wait, give me a second, please." your whines only trigger his lasciviousness further, coaxing him to thrust into your sopping heat again.

_ "Touya.. Touya please, not so hard." there you go again, calling him by the name he has long since abandoned.

Touya..

Maybe it was foolish of him to reveal his ultimate secret to you when he did in one of his rare moments of vulnerability, maybe it would have been better if you learned about it like everyone else had, maybe then you would have stopped viewing yourself as someone special to him.

_ "Stop using that name." he sits up quickly and unsteadily, drawing yet another mewl out of you as his hips shift against your own.

Your eyes well up as they gaze into his gleaming turquoise irises, his fingers caress your sides and move up slowly to squeeze your perky breasts in a teasing manner, before one of his hands grasps onto your neck threateningly, because if you're not going to stop using that infernal name, then maybe he should force you.

_ "T.. Touy.." you gasp the word once more, stopping yourself when it finally hits you that you've done it again, you've upset him.

You are not stupid, you know full well the strain that name puts on him, the pain he endured while carrying it around and while tossing it away, you had the chance to see him -the real him- as he disclosed his truth to you, and now you're nothing but a reminder of it all.

You are stupid, pushing your way into his life in the worst of manners and wishing he would appreciate it but he doesn't, "I'm sorry, Touy.. Dabi."

You cradle the hand pressing lightly on your neck, caressing the tense fingers with your shaky ones before repeating more confidently, "I'm sorry Dabi."

You're not afraid of his tightening grasp, you realize you deserve it for spewing nonsense so carelessly, though it was your only way of showing him that you're here, that he doesn't have to be alone anymore, that he truly is a hero in your eye, but it was the last thing he needed to hear.

Hero..

So yeah, you are stupid.

_ "I'm all yours, Dabi, so do whatever you want to me." and you mean it, your trust in him is unshakable, always has been.

_ "Alright angel, brace yourself because I won't go easy on you this time." and there it is, that seductive smirk you so much adore.

A strangled squeal pushes its way out of your throat as he starts thrusting mercilessly into your heat, setting an unforgiving pace from the get go.

Your eyes roll back as a tingling sensation spreads throughout your body, and a chuckle leaves his lips when you desperately claw at his forearm.

_ "Listen to this babe, you're so wet for me it's driving me nuts." he hisses fervently, nodding towards the obscene sloshing noises and sticky mess connecting you, his remark gains him another smothered whine and a trembling squeeze on his pulsating cock as a deep blush heats up your cheeks.

You're too far gone, lost in an overwhelming pleasure and a tinge of pain that twists your guts and pushes you closer to a second orgasm.

He is as well, his irratic movements and blazing eyes, his clenched jaw and shallow breathing, his taut grip around your neck and grunts of your name moving past his parted lips, are a testament to a built up delight that's about to crumble.

Your mind travels back briefly to the moment you had laid eyes on him for the very first time some years ago, his peculiar looks and quirky personality mesmerized you from the beginning, and although you only knew him as Dabi like everyone else did at the time, you were still certain this man was so much more than his formidable power, and you were right.

Touya..

You were stubborn as you clawed your path inside his head, and no matter how many times he had pushed you away, you still found a reason to stick to him even though you knew he would never open up his heart to you.

But you were wrong.

Touya..

Your tears betray you when you finally snap out of the distant memories, rolling down your face and onto the pillow beneath your head. You wish to call out his name again but you know you shouldn't, settling for reaching out a trembling hand and caressing his stapled cheek as a longing smile appears upon your features.

Your mind is fuzzy and your body is tingling, wether it is due to your approaching orgasm or to the long fingers squeezing your neck tighter with each second, you don't know, and frankly you don't even care.

_ "Are you alright angel? Is this too much?" his stern glare suddenly turns into a gentle one, and his animalistic plunges slow to an almost halt.

You wonder what he's doing when you finally heave an uninterrupted breath, watching through tear filled eyes as the harsh fingers around your neck come up to cradle your cheek.

You don't need to call his real name to know that you've breached his facade, because moments like this are proof enough.

_ "I'm okay Dabi, I'm just.. I'm so happy." you truly are.

He seems to relax a bit hearing your words, chuckling softly and leaning in to kiss your lips again, tenderly this time, while his hips start moving a little faster as he picks up the pace.

He swallows your whimpers and deepens the kiss, his tongue darting out to taste your warm cavern before licking a perfect stripe leading to your bruised neck where he pecks the finger shaped marks gently.

He tried so hard -he truly did- to keep your relationship purely physical, to keep you at arm's length and make it easier to walk away whenever, but he kept falling deeper and deeper for you without even realizing how it happened. It freaked him out and still does, and it has become harder to deny and pretend that he can still let you go.

_ "Dabi, I'm close, so close." you thread your fingers through his luscious locks as the feeling of his lips against your skin and the veiny shaft stroking your insides, send a shiver up your spine.

_ "Me too babe, fuck! I can't hold it in much longer." the mumbled groans between his kisses are heavenly, and the deep thrusts of his cock are coaxing your orgasm.

You cry out unintelligibly when he bites down on your flesh, your back archs off the bed at the sudden sharp feeling of his teeth, while you give in to an uncontrollabe spasm that accompanies your release.

His hips pound into your quivering cunt erratically, and his teeth sink deeper into your sensitive skin while he prepares to fill you up once more. His arms squeeze you tightly between them as if you would disappear if he doesn't, groaning shakily as ropes of pearly seeds erupt from his raging tip to coat your slippery walls.

His thrusts slow down as his twitching hips move shallowly against your own until they finally stop, he releases your abused flesh from between his teeth and collapses on top of your spent body, head is fuzzy and eyes already barely open after your eventful night, if not for your next words that jerk him awake.

_ "Touya, or Dabi, I don't care what you want me to call you, because I love you no matter who you are, and this is something that will never change."

Silence, suffocating silence, but it doesn't matter, you aren't expecting anything in return anyway, you are content just being near him and you would never dare wish for more.

You close your eyes and drift off to sleep as a satisfied smile makes its way to you, though you regretfully miss his confession.

_ "I love you too, I swear I do, and I will not fight it anymore." the words are strange to him, but he is determined to get used to them as he holds you securely to his chest with the promise of repeating them again and again, until they finally sink into his brain and yours.

[spicymalepolls]

ROUND ONE: POLL #6

ROUND ONE POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Shen Wei:

look going off of the show canon (it's quite different in the book, but I'm more familiar with the show) he's just a scientist professor guy who is quite old fashioned (does not have a cell phone) and is a fan of sleeve garters. except he's also a 10,000 year old omnipotent alien guy who is somehow simultaneously all blushy and shy and also activating the other main guy's latent authority and daddy kinks. there is a scene where Shen Wei is like full on chewing out one of his subordinates and the other main guy is visually having a sexual awakening about it. prim and proper professor with alien superpowers and a boyfriend who is into that

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Hershel Layton:

Professor Layton is not just a daddy but he’s a literal dad, adopting at least two different orphans and has a son and is implied to be a father figure for another character as well. He’s like Indiana Jones if Indiana Jones was a “think first, attack second” kind of person instead of the other way around, and is one of the few examples of how a character can be OP but still interesting.

[davi-doo]

Nocturnal Kinds - An Interactive BG3 Fic

Pairing: Halsin x Reader (gender neutral)

Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Status: Ongoing/Work in progress

Introduction: What if you can start Halsin’s romance from Act 1 with the choice to join his company after the tiefling party? This is a choose-your-adventure fanfic that should allow you to interact with our favorite bear-man as your Tav/Durge or other origin characters.

Author's Note:

I wrote this fic as a birthday gift for my friend, @mcfallen-god. Despite conceivable limitations (especially when it’s still a WIP), I’ve been trying to include as many unique options as possible. Some of the choices may require you to roll a dice and pass certain check, you can follow through with it to increase immersion, if you want. Feel free to "replay" this fic multiple times and explore all the routes 😉 Enjoy~

Since the tiefling left for their tent one after another, all happily intoxicated with their questionable liquor cauldron, your camp has sunken back to the serenity of the night at last. You noticed some of your companions have quietly seeked their bedroll, exhausted by all the fighting at the goblin camp or by their upset stomach full of booze.  Meanwhile, some others must have sneaked out early with a chosen partner, celebrating the festive mood in private.

As for you - you’re just glad that you can finally drop your shoulder and stretch your neck. Who could have guessed making the rounds and receiving praises could wear your down much quicker than craving a blood path out of the goblin hordes? Feeling a headache approaching on the horizon, you know you need a good rest. But not until you have some cool water splashed on your face for refreshment, now that you have time to catch a breath.

Walking towards the nearby lake, you didn’t expect to find him there. The druid Halsin, his larger frame hardly mistakable even at a distance, is curiously relishing his night in solitude. With the safety of the grove ensured, you had expected to see more of him at the party, taken his exhilarated acclamation at the moment of triumph. But instead, you have suspected a rather introverted nature tugged beneath the grove leader’s tangible charm and compelling conviction.

Now sitting with his back against a tree, the man seems to gaze absent-mindedly to the water surface. In the next breath, you see Halsin bringing to his mouth a delicate-looking pipe you didn’t notice before. The tail of its lights up merrily with tiny warm sparkles, and soon enough, small clouds of blue smoke escape his open lips. Dancing to the faint breezes from the moon, it sets a mysterious veil to the tranquil scenery. But you can only be his quiet observer for so long. As if awaken from a spell, the wood elf turns his head and smiles warmly in acknowledgement of your presence.

CHOICES: Pick one of these options.

1. “So you can’t hold your liquor, but have that guilty pleasure of your own. I knew I smelled something nice.” you teased cheekily, gesturing the pipe.

2. “Pardon, I thought you left with the others. I didn’t disturb your reverie, did I?” you smiled back awkwardly, ready to leave the man to his peace.

3. “Halsin.” you greeted him with a simple nod, before walking up to the lake. You will have your refreshment first.

[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

ICYMI: There are so many Japanese qls airing weekly, so I’m going to start posting this little round up at the end of each week. Most of these shows are on Gaga and I highly recommend watching!

Chaser Game W

We've reached the stage with this one where I'm just gonna say we should keep watching for the ratings and enjoy the pretty gifs.

Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna 2

I got to watch episodes 5-8 of the new season this week, and I promptly lost my mind over how good this show is. It somehow got even better between seasons; the creators have some things to say about the experiences of women under heterosexual patriarchy. I already wrote about Kasuga's family trauma storyline and how much it meant to me, but these episodes also gave us Nomoto's ongoing queer awakening and journey to define her sexuality, the introduction of a new queer bestie in Yako, a better understanding of Nagumo and the careful and steady deepening of her relationship with the gals, a new confidant for Kasgua in Fujita, and Nomoto and Kasuga inching ever closer to defining what they are to each other. The world of the show and the support network around our leads continues to expand, and I am loving every moment. This drama is excellent and I cannot implore you enough to go to @furritsubs and catch up.

My Strawberry Film

Kicking off the last Drama Shower show of the season! This is a high school story featuring a classic trio—the Pining Gay, the Chaos Bisexual, and the Budding Lesbian. Obviously, I love them. I like the mood of this one—it's quite a tonal shift from the last show in this series—and the color grading is blue, blue, blue. And there's a mystery afoot as they try to track down the beautiful girl captured on film. Looking forward to more!

Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka

I continue to love this show, though I am not entirely sure how I feel about the turn things took with Mizuki this week. I did not really want this to go the full blown love triangle route; I am more interested in a version of this story where Sakae and Soga try to figure out these adult complications from the foundation of being in a relationship, not with the constant interference of a third party. So few dramas are willing to get the couple together early and let them face things together rather than constantly playing the will they, won't they game, and I was hoping Sukidoya was going to be one of them. That said, I like that Mizuki is sticking around in the story because he's an interesting character, and I like the conflict with Soga's job (we have a preponderance of Japanese shows about unreasonable work conditions airing atm) and the temporary nature of his time in Osaka. That he's worried about eventually leaving tells you all you need to know about how much he likes and respects Sakae. If he felt casual about him he would not be worried about complications that far down the timeline. Let's see where they take this love triangle thing next week; I'm hoping it will be brief.

Perfect Propose

Great episode this week, and I love the way they continue to deepen the backstory for these two. Hiro being the first person to need Kai rather than pity him makes so much sense for their dynamic and why Kai would be so attached to him. And of course, when Kai returns the situation is the same; Hiro definitely still needs him. I love that they took a source of shame for Hiro and turned it into a reason why he and Kai are so compatible. Kai wants to take care of him—and he's not the only one! Loved seeing Hiro's coworkers express concern for his well-being and recognize how this job is grinding him down and breaking his spirit. It was so validating to hear from another high performer that the job is miserable and he should quit. It has nothing to do with failure; as Kaneko said, it's about seeking the life he truly wants. He sees Hiro's talent and knows he will not be able to flourish in this hellish work environment, and I thought it was so kind and compassionate of him to try to help Hiro see that. Also shoutout to Hiyori for sitting her ass back down and missing the last train when she realized prime gossip was about to arrive to her table, she's just like me fr.

Ossan's Love Returns

We are clearly in the drama spiral for the season now, and this show seems to be coming for my beloved Kurosawa. Thanks, I hate it! But the show found its humor again this week even as the sad plotlines for the side characters continued, and I was very happy to see it back in top form. I loved this story with Maki and Haruta caring for Goro for the week, and how it affirmed for them that they are actually not interested in having children. I told @bengiyo and @twig-tea when we saw last week's preview that Maki seemed like the type who wouldn't like children, and I was glad to see that affirmed by the show, and crucially, that he didn't change his mind via the power of Goro's cuteness. Not all people want to be parents, and it's so nice and refreshing to see a loving couple decide they just want to focus on each other, and that you can like kids and spend time with them without needing to have one of your own. I loved, too, that we got some focus on Chizu's struggles as a single mom, and her family rallied around her and made it clear she has support. Takegawa's sudden not-at-all-selfishly-motivated interest in polyamory was hilarious, as was Chief's journey to figure out what was causing his stress—until it wasn't, of course. I was glad Chuoko was with him when he got the news. And I am really hoping that rooftop kiss was Kiku's goodbye, and we will be seeing him move on from Izumi soon.

Bonus: Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai 

Shoutout to @my-rose-tinted-glasses for giffing this show and reminding me I still hadn't seen it! It was not accessible to me back when it came out and it fell off my radar for awhile. I watched today and thought it was just delightful. A short, sweet, warm hug of a friends to lovers high school bl with two very lovable leads. I highly recommend checking it out.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Adoption Agency

Dean Winchester & Ben, Dean Winchester & Cassie Jr (OC), Dean Winchester & Charlie, Dean Winchester & Krissy, Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous (x2)

Synopsis: Dean is forced to take care of a kid he hasn’t seen for a while—and one he didn’t know he had

A/N: finally another fic! This one’s pretty long. I have the reader and an oc in this one, this is the first (and possibly only, we’ll see) fic I’ve done with this headcannon character I’ve mentioned before; Cassie Jr. She’s the daughter of Cassie, Dean’s old girlfriend who was in (I think??) the first season. I’m usually not a fan of OCs, but Cassie Jr is kind of my exception. Hope you guys like it! (Btw if you guys want to see more of my Ben/Cassie Jr headcannons, let me know and I might hunt down my old stuff and put it in a Masterlist)

“Ben?” Dean lowered his machete faster than he ever had when he turned the corner and saw not a vampire, but a boy he considered his son. “Ben, what are you doing here?”

“Dean?” Blood drained from Ben’s face when he laid eyes on the only father figure he’d ever trusted. “I didn’t think you’d—I mean—“

“Ben look out!” Dean’s weapon was back up in an instant when he spotted a figure rounding the corner, but Ben jumped in the way.

“Dean, no! That—she’s not a vamp!”

Dean lowered his machete again, but he kept a firm grip on it as he glanced from Ben to the girl behind him.

“Ben, what is this?” Dean asked. “Why do you even remember me? Cas told me that he—“

“He did,” Ben interrupted. “But…but things have changed.”

“Dean?” Dean turned to look at the girl as she spoke. Something about her tugged at his mind, as if he knew her. “You can’t be Dean.” Her eyes turned to Ben. “Why is he—“

“We can talk about this later,” Ben interrupted. “But we’ve gotta finish looking before that vamp comes back.”

“Looking?” Dean asked, choosing for now to ignore the nagging question of why this girl seemed to know who he was. “Looking for what?”

“We took this job because a friend of ours had an uncle go missing in this area. We tracked the vampire kills nearby, and we’re thinking that maybe the vampire is keeping some of its victims alive as blood bags—that’s why only about half the missing people turned up dead.”

“Yeah, or they’re just good at hiding their tracks,” Dean argued. “The priority here has to be killing the monster.”

“That can be your priority,” the girl spoke up. “But we’re gonna find those victims.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Dean scoffed. He was surprised when the question stopped her short, and she looked to Ben for support.

“Later,” Ben insisted. “We can do this later. Look—“ he turned to Dean. “We’re going to check upstairs for any survivors. You can do what you want.”

“You’re not going up there alone,” Dean argued.

“Like I said; do what you want.” Ben turned, grabbing the girl by the arm and encouraging her along. Dean rolled his eyes and followed right behind them.

…

Dean wasn’t surprised at the first body they found at the top of the stairs—but the kids were.

“Just because one is dead doesn’t mean they all are,” the girl said. Dean grit his teeth at the sound of the shakiness in her voice; she was in for a rude awakening, he could feel it.

“Let’s keep looking.” Ben put his hand on the girl’s arm, and Dean wondered what the connection was between them.

“Watch out!” The girl spoke a split second before you rounded the corner and swung the machete. You froze mid-strike, yanking your arm back at the last second to avoid hitting Ben in the neck.

“Ben?!” You were slack-jawed before your eyes landed on your big brother. “Dean, what is going on?”

“I’ll explain later,” Dean huffed. “Right now we—“

“Oh no.” Dean’s senses heightened at the sound of Ben’s voice.

“What’s wrong?” He demanded, sidestepping his little sister to see what Ben was seeing. “Oh.” Dean couldn’t say he was surprised, but the sight of three more bodies in the entryway of the next room caused his heart to sink.

“They-they can’t…” the girl was gripping Ben’s arm, her voice quavering. “They can’t all be dead.”

Dean didn’t see why not, but he didn’t speak.

“I take it you’re looking for someone specific,” you spoke up.

“Yeah.” Ben’s voice was shaky too, but nowhere near as panicked as his friend’s. “We’re trying to help a friend find her uncle.”

“Then let’s keep looking.” Dean resisted the urge to glare at you for this statement—he wished you wouldn’t give these kids false hope, but he supposed you probably had plenty of false hope yourself; it was just a part of being a young hunter. You hadn’t seen everything that Dean had.

Dean trailed behind while Ben, his friend, and you forged ahead to look for any survivors. As he stared at the three kids, he couldn’t help the nagging feeling at the back of his mind…

The one that said that this was just the beginning—the one that said he’d be seeing a lot more of these kids, two of whom he considered his own.

…

Dean knew even before he entered the room that it was bad. He heard an intake of breath from Ben’s friend, he heard Ben’s quiet groan, and your “oh no.”

He rushed into the room just behind the three kids, cringing at the sight of half a dozen bodies strewn haphazardly around, all drained of blood.

“Cassie…” Dean whipped his head around to stare at Ben as he finally said the girl’s name. Ben was pulling Cassie into a hug as her eyes landed on a dead man near the center of the floor.

“Cassie,” Dean muttered under his breath, too awestruck to speak. That was why he recognized this kid—she was near identical to a woman Dean hadn’t seen for years.

“I take it that wasn’t a friend’s uncle,” you said quietly from beside Ben and Cassie.

“He was the only family I had,” Cassie whimpered. That sentence caught Dean’s attention.

“The only…” No. No way. He had to be thinking about this wrong, this couldn’t be Cassie’s daughter, because that would mean…

“Dean, look out!” At the sound of your warning, Dean didn’t hesitate. Without turning around, Dean ducked out of the way, stepping away from the doorway and lifting his machete simultaneously. It was good that he didn’t question you—not that he ever had—because the vamp missed him by mere inches.

You came forward swinging, but it was no use as the bigger and faster vampire dodged your attempted blow and grabbed onto your arm, twisting until the machete clattered to the ground.

“Dean!” You cried out as the vampire bared its fangs at you, but before he could spring into action Ben was there, ripping the vampire away from you and opening up Cassie for a shot; she took off the head in a single swing. “Thanks,” you breathed to the teens. “You guys are some decent hunters.”

“Which begs the question; why?” Dean demanded as he stepped closer to the three of you. “Ben, what is going on?”

“What, are you surprised that you actually have to take responsibility for your kids?” Cassie’s outburst surprised both you and Dean, but Ben just sighed exhaustedly.

“Cassie, you know that—“

“Yeah, you recognize that name? Cassie?” Cassie was ignoring Ben, keeping her eyes on Dean. “That old girlfriend you forgot about—my mother. After you left, she had me. And then she died—because she knew you.” Cassie was out the door before Dean could even begin to process her words. Ben was starting after her, but Dean grabbed onto his arm.

“Is…is she saying…she’s mine?” Dean didn’t look like he was breathing anymore.

“She is. And so am I.” Ben pulled his arm from Dean’s grasp and rushed after Cassie.

“Dean?” You grabbed onto your big brother’s arm, hoping to stabilize him.

“What’s going on up here?” The two of you turned at the sound of Sam’s voice. “There was a vamp downstairs, I took care of it…but it looks like I missed all the real action. I just saw Ben on the staircase.”

“It’s a long story,” you said. “Maybe we should bring those two to the bunker and have a talk with them.”

“Yeah.” Your words seemed to snap Dean out of his daze. “Yeah, I’ll go find them.”

“Let me,” you insisted. “I’m not so sure they like you right now.”

…

You found Ben and Cassie right outside the house—it looked like Ben was trying to convince her to go back inside.

“You guys should come with us,” you spoke up without waiting to hear what they were talking about. “We’ve got a bunker not far from here, it’s a good place to regroup.”

“With Dean?” Cassie scoffed. “I don’t think—“

“Cassie, hear him out,” Ben interrupted. “I told you, I don’t think it’s a bad idea to at least get to know him before you hate him.”

“It’s not like you’ve been searching him out to talk to him,” Cassie argued.

“Look, guys,” you butted into the argument. “I don’t know what you’ve got against my brother, but—“

“My mom is dead.” Ben’s word knocked the wind out of you, and you completely forgot what you were going to say. You’d stayed with Dean, Ben, and Lisa while Sam was in hell. You hadn’t formed a bond anywhere near as strong as Dean had with them, but Lisa was the closest thing you’d ever had to a mother, given that yours left you at John’s motel doorstep when you were a baby. When you and Dean got wiped from Ben and Lisa’s memories, it was one of the hardest things you’d ever done to walk away.

“L-Lisa’s…” you swallowed. “How?”

“Demons,” Ben deadpanned. “Of course, she didn’t know they were demons. She didn’t understand any of it, because she couldn’t remember.”

“Why do you remember?” The three of you turned at the sound of Dean’s voice—he’d come up behind you. You glared at him; he was supposed to let you handle this. But you softened when you saw the tenseness in his jaw and fists, and the pain in his eyes. He had heard Ben say Lisa was dead.

“Not long after you left us, I got into a car accident,” Ben explained. “Had a concussion. Whatever happened knocked those memories loose in my brain, and I started to remember everything that friend of yours made me forget. I didn’t tell mom—I knew she wouldn’t understand. But it didn’t matter, anyway, because she died not long after. You abandoning us didn’t protect us.”

“I wasn’t abandoning you,” Dean forced out through the lump in his throat. “I was trying to protect you.”

Ben’s expression didn’t change from a cold indifference.

“It didn’t work.”

…

Despite Cassie’s anger and Ben’s hesitance, the teens decided to follow you to the bunker. To your surprise, yet another teen was waiting for you when you got there.

“Hey guys,” Claire greeted before her eyes landed on the extra passengers. “Who are your friends?”

“Who’s she, another kid?” Cassie scoffed, and Ben shot her a look.

“Another kid?” Claire looked from the teens to Dean. “The heck are they talking about?”

“Claire, this is Ben and Cassie—they’re my kids.”

“Only biologically,” Cassie clarified.

“Cassie and Ben,” Dean continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “This is Claire—she’s a friend. What’s going on, Claire?”

“It’s Jody.” Claire must have decided her reason for being here was more important than Dean’s family drama. “She went on a hunt a few days ago, and now she’s not answering her phone.”

Dean was instantly stiff and alert.

“Tell us everything.”

“I will,” Claire promised. “But first—I recruited some help.”

…

“Charlie.” Dean grinned widely as he pulled the redhead in for a hug. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” Charlie said as she pulled away. “By the way, you have quite a good number of crazy kids in your corner.” Charlie eyed the troop of teens in the war room, including you, Ben, Claire, Cassie, and Krissy—who had come with Claire.

“Yeah, you’d think he’d be celibate by now just out of basic human decency,” Cassie scoffed, and Ben elbowed her.

“Hey, these aren’t mine,” Dean argued.

“That you know of,” Cassie muttered.

“Alright, that’s it,” Dean snapped. “Look, I know you’ve been through some crap, ok? But this chip on your shoulder attitude is getting old, especially considering I wasn’t even told of your existence until a few hours ago. That was your mom’s choice, not mine.”

“Oh yeah?” Cassie challenged. “And was it her choice to get killed by demons?”

“No.” Dean’s voice was solemn now. “No, it wasn’t. And I’m sorry, I’m…I’m so sorry.”

Dean’s tone surprised Cassie, and she went silent.

“I didn’t know she was in danger,” Dean said. “And I didn’t know about you. If I did, I would’ve—“

“What?” Ben cut in. “Would’ve made them forget?”

“Ben, you know why I did that,” Dean argued. “Your mom almost got killed—I didn’t want you to be in danger anymore.”

“Well it didn’t help,” Ben said. “They didn’t care if we remembered that we knew you, they only cared that you knew us.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Dean confessed. “I put you in danger by being there, I put you in danger by staying away. I can’t bring your moms back—all I can say is I’m sorry.”

A tack hitting the floor would’ve sounded like a bomb going off in the war room as the two teens eyed their father.

“Prove it,” Cassie spoke up.

“Name what you want, I’ll do it,” Dean promised.

“This Jody chick. I wanna help you look for her.”

Dean was surprised.

“What? Why?”

Cassie looked from you, to Sam, then finally to Dean.

“Families hunt together, right? You wanna prove you’re sorry? Then let us be a family. If I think I can trust you, then maybe…maybe we can move on.”

“The last thing I want to do right now is put you in more danger,” Dean huffed.

“Tough,” Cassie argued. “Because that’s my only offer.”

Dean eyed Cassie, then Ben. The silence in his indecision reached awkward quickly.

“They saved my butt from a vamp back there,” you broke in. “They’ve got my vote.”

“Maybe a new start is a good idea,” Sam piped up.

“Didn’t realize this was a group discussion,” Dean muttered under his breath. “Alright,” he decided. “Let’s go. But you’d better not get yourselves killed.”

…

“You’ve been pretty quiet, old man.”

Dean let out a huff as he glanced back at Krissy—just his luck she’d ended up in the Impala when they were separating into cars.

“Yeah, finding out about a kid you didn’t know you had will do that.”

“Well, she can join the club,” Krissy said with a shrug.

“Club?” Dean questioned. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh just the half a dozen kids on this hunt that you’ve adopted,” Krissy said. Dean scoffed.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I don’t know Dean,” Sam piped up from his shotgun seat. “We seemed to have picked up a decent amount of wayward teens over the years.”

“Great, just what I need.” Dena rolled his eyes.

“C’mon—“ Dean had forgotten you were in the car until you reached up and patted his shoulder. “You know you love us.”

…

“So I hit a dead end trying to track her phone, but with her laptop I’ve managed to track her web usage over the past few days.” Charlie’s fingers were moving a mile a minute on her laptop keyboard as she spoke. She had a Winchester brother over each shoulder, watching her every move as she shuffled through page after page of Jody’s online research.

“Try the most recent search,” Sam offered. “Maybe she looked up a location.”

“Do we even know what she was hunting?” You questioned Claire.

“Werewolf, definitely.” Claire and Sam exchanged a glance—she was nervous. Her last encounter with werewolves hadn’t gone so well.

“Ok, she did look up a location,” Charlie cut in. “Looks like a passport office, except…it’s really sketchy.” Charlie spun around in her chair, and it gave you a view over her shoulder of a website.

“That’s a perfect cover,” Krissy said. “I mean, anyone going to a place that bad is probably looking to disappear—so no one notices when they do.”

“Sketchy is right,” you scoffed as you looked over Charlie’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t be surprised if Jody’s computer has half a dozen viruses now.”

“It did. I took care of them.” Charlie smirked. “She can thank me when we find her.”

…

“Dean?” You caught your big brother before he went outside.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He asked, glancing out towards the Impala before reluctantly looking back at you.

“Were—um—“ your voice caught, so you swallowed and tried again. “Werewolves…they don’t really keep hostages. What if Jody is—“

“Hey, no,” Dean snapped, but he softened when your lip started to quiver. “Ok, commere.” Dean pulled you into his arms. “We can’t do that, kid. We can’t lose hope.”

“I don’t want to lose her, too,” you whimpered. Dean’s arms tightened around you.

“We’re not losing anyone, ok? Jody’s gonna be just fine—we’re gonna bring her home. I promise.”

…

“I want to go in.”

“What?” Dean eyed Cassie suspiciously as he parked at the cracked pavement outside the passport office. “Why?”

“Why do you think I came here? Duh, I want to help.” Dean huffed at Cassie’s sarcasm, but he didn’t argue. “You can take me in—pretend you’re my dad getting me a passport.” Dean didn’t miss Cassie’s smirk at the implication. “Shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Fine,” Dean relented. “Sam, if we’re not out in half an hour—“

“I know what to do,” Sam assured him.

“Then let’s go.”

…

Dean had been in the office all of 2 minutes before he began to get nervous.

“I’ve gotta use the restroom,” Cassie had announced almost as soon as a man had come forward to help them.

“First door on the left,” the man told her; and she scampered off down a dark hallway.

Great, he thought to himself. I’m in werewolf territory with Nancy Drew.

Still, he let her go off to check the back while he kept the counter man distracted. He didn’t really have another choice.

…

“Do you think Jody’s ok?”

Claire’s question hit Sam hard—mostly because he’d been wondering that all day. Before he could speak, though, Krissy piped in.

“Look, I know I don’t know your friend—but from what you guys have been telling me, she seems awesome. I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.”

The tiny twitch of a smile on Claire’s face as she relaxed made Sam feel much better.

“They’ve been in there a while,” Ben interrupted. He hadn’t taken his eyes off the front door since Cassie disappeared behind it. Sam understood the feeling—the fear for your sibling, the helplessness when they went into danger without you. He didn’t know how Ben and Cassie got to be so close, but he couldn’t deny the obvious; they’d do anything for each other.

“Do you think we should go in after them?” Your eyes met Sam’s—you were waiting for his say-so.

“Dean said half an hour,” Krissy argued. “We should give them a chance to get some information.

“I’m not waiting any longer,” Ben insisted.

“Ben—“ Sam tried to reason with him, but Ben was already halfway out of the Impala.

You and Claire followed without a word.

“Hey!” Sam called to the two of you, but you ignored him.

“Ok.” Krissy shrugged, stepping out of the car.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Sam grumbled as he followed the teens. “These kids are gonna be the death of me.”

…

Dean was in the middle of pretending to fill out paperwork, and he was getting impatient. Cassie still hadn’t returned, and there had been no sounds of struggle either. He didn’t feel like he could go after her yet though—not with the desk worker hanging around; it would look too suspicious.

The moment the desk worker disappeared in the back, Dean dropped his pen and stepped into the hallway that Cassie had gone down.

“Cassie?” Dean hissed. “Cassie!”

A thud broke the silence from behind a door down the hall. Dean rushed towards it, his hand instinctively reaching behind him to pull out his gun. The door was locked, but it came open with a swift kick.

Dean held his gun out in front of him as he entered the room.

“Cassie!” Dean lowered his gun as he rushed towards his daughter, who was tied and gagged on the floor.

“She came outta nowhere,” Cassie gasped after Dean yanked her gag down.

“She?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. This isn’t a one-werewolf job, I guess.” Cassie shrugged.

“When is it ever?��� Dean huffed as he started to untie Cassie.

“Dean look out!” Cassie’s warning came a split second too late as Dean felt a flash of pain as something hit the back of his head; then nothing.

…

“They’re not here,” you mumbled to Sam as the two of you trailed a step behind Ben into the passport office.

“They’re fine, we’re going to find them,” Sam promised.

“How can I help you?” A woman with an unnerving smile greeted as she stepped out from a dark hallway.

“That’s enough of that,” Ben huffed, reaching into his belt and pulling his gun on the woman. “The man and the teenage girl. Where are they?”

“Ben!” Sam glared at the teen. “Subtle much?”

“Subtle was Dean’s plan, and now he and Cassie are missing,” Ben argued. “It’s time for my plan.”

“Fine,” Sam grumbled, reaching for his own gun and directing his attention to the woman. “Answer his question.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She insisted, doing a horrible job of looking aghast.

“Sam!” You we’re halfway down a dark hallway by the time you called out for your big brother. He looked to see what you were gesturing at—a door at the end of the corridor. “Hinge is broken—it looks like it got kicked in.”

“Dean,” Sam muttered under his breath. “Krissy, Claire, go with Y/N. Ben and I are gonna have a little chat with this one.” Sam instructed. He glanced at Ben to make sure he still had his gun up before putting his own away and pulling out a silver knife instead. “First things first—let’s see what you are.”

…

You slipped into the room with the broken door, Krissy trailing right behind you. You had your gun—the one full of silver bullets—up and ready.

“Dean!” You breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of your big brother, even though he was tied up and gagged. He started shaking his head the moment he saw you, which put you on instant alert. Despite this and Dean’s obvious protests, you stepped forward and pulled Dean’s gag down, keeping your gun ready.

“Two of them,” Dean gasped. “There’s two, and I don’t know where either of them are.”

“Krissy, wait.” You held your hand out to stop Krissy from untying Cassie. “One of us should be ready to fight.” She nodded, stepping away from Cassie and keeping her gun pointed at the door while you untied Dean and Claire freed Cassie.

“Where…where’s Jody?” Claire asked once they were both free.

“I don’t know,” Dean admitted. “I haven’t seen anyone except the werewolves. Hey,” Dean put a firm grip on her shoulder when he saw her countenance drop. “We don’t know anything yet. There’s gotta be more rooms in this place. Let’s keep looking.” Dean turned his attention to you. Where’s—“

Dean’s question was interrupted by the sound of gunshots.

…

Only about a minute earlier, Sam was questioning the female werewolf about Jody when a man came charging into the main room from a side hallway.

“Ben watch out!” Sam fired two shots at the advancing male werewolf. One missed, and the other buried itself in the man’s shoulder. It didn’t stop him, and Sam wasn’t able to fire off another shot at him because just then the woman pounced on him.

“Hey!” Dean’s voice—followed by the sound of his gun going off—came just in time, and Sam felt the werewolf on top of him collapse completely, three shots to her back finding their mark in her heart. It was only after Sam shoved the creature off of him that he realized it wasn’t Dean who saved him—Dean’s gun was pointed at the now dead male werewolf that had gone after Ben—it was Cassie who had saved Sam.

Sam watched as Cassie and Dean shared a look—a look that Sam didn’t have to be a mind reader to understand; they had earned each other’s trust in the deepest way. They had both saved the most important person in the other’s life—their brothers.

“Jody.” Your voice snapped the lot of them out of their moment.

“Right.” Dean holstered his gun and turned toward the dark hallway he’d just come from. “Come on, there’s gotta be more rooms down here. Let’s find Jody.”

…

“Hey.” Cassie’s voice got Dean’s attention, and he tilted his head towards her. “I guess you’re not so bad…you know, for an old guy.”

Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“I swear, you teens and your jokes,” he grumbled under his breath. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he admitted. “You know, for a kid.”

Cassie’s lips twitched in a smirk.

“Hey, thanks,” Dean said. “For saving my brother.”

This time, Cassie’s smile was big and genuine.

“Right back at you.”

…

There were three doors at the back of the hallway. The first was a storage closet barely big enough to fit the ancient vacuum inside. The second, a bathroom. The third…

“Hey guys.” Jody’s grin matched that of everyone looking at her. “It took you long enough.”

…

Charlie, Krissy, Claire, and Jody all returned to their various homes after a quick reunion and goodbye.

“So what’s next for you two?” Dean’s eyes landed on his two children as they lingered in the bunkered war room.

“We have guest rooms,” you piped in, but at Dean’s glare you retreated to your room to give them some privacy, an action followed by Sam a moment later.

“She’s not wrong,” Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I don’t know where you guys are staying but, if you wanted to it wouldn’t be—“

“You’re babbling, old man,” Cassie interrupted her father with a cheeky grin.

“Ok, ok.” Dean held up his hands in surrender. “I’m no good at this, so I’ll get to the point—you guys have a place here if you want it; I know I wasn’t there for you for various reasons, but I’m here now. I don’t like that you guys are hunting, I think it’s too dangerous, but it’s not up to me. All I can do is let you know that you always have me to back you up.”

Ben and Cassie were quiet while Dean gave his speech, and when he was done they shared a long, near telepathic look.

“Hanging around a while couldn’t hurt,” Ben said finally.”

“Yeah, might even be fun,” Cassie admitted. “I hope you like teenagers, old man.”

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