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[flightyquinn]

thinking about how cursed objects work in most fantasy RPGs.

typically, they wind up just kind of being a big middle finger from the game master - a kind of "whelp, you should have been more paranoid, so now you get hosed" sort of deal. which includes the somewhat game-y trope of objects that you can't get rid of. it's kind of an un-fun mechanic, when you think about it, which is why in most games I've been a part of cursed items often don't see much play, unless it's as a "punishment", or part of a story arc.

...which naturally leads me to think about how to do it better. in the past, I've tried using a curse as a kind of limiter. restrictions or drawbacks to a mostly functional item that is still worth using despite being "cursed". that's good, but it doesn't let you draw on truly nasty curses, because the item needs to be worth using, but also still needs to be balanced.

so, I'm drawing from a lot of sources here, like the cursed shield in Final Fantasy VI, and especially the comics by @foldingfittedsheets, where curses exist to (literally) teach the recipient a lesson

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what about cursed items that have a way to overcome their curse?

it's actually a fairly common trope in classical literature / fairy tales. every curse has a way to be broken. yet in D&D and Pathfinder, most often the only way to break a curse is to find someone with the specific curse-breaking spell.

so, give each cursed item a condition. perhaps a weapon that fuels a person's rage and causes them to fly into a blind rage in battle waits for them to sincerely forgive a hated enemy. perhaps boots that slow the wearer are actually making them heavy with the weight of past transgressions and a sufficient act of atonement will free them. maybe the perpetually bloody doll that gives its bearer horrible nightmares simply waits for someone to be motivated to action by them, either to right some past wrong, or generally bring a certain number of murderers to proper justice.

...maybe a Bag of Devouring. which is technically actually a creature, not a cursed item (but usually classified with them), can be befriended by figuring out a treat it likes, and will not only carry things for the player if fed and cared for, but even cough up a few things that previous bearers had stuffed inside.

the specifics aren't too important, but the idea is that any item with a curse on it has a reason for that curse, and a way to break it. the players can drop the item at any time, sell it off, give it to someone they hate, whatever, but if they put in the time and energy to actually breaking the curse, it becomes better than it was before, sometimes simply losing a drawback, or sometimes gaining new powers.

for an example, let's look at how that doll idea from earlier could work in D&D 5e;

while the party has the doll in their possession, they will all be afflicted by horrible nightmares, seeing themselves as children being attacked by a group of eight bandits with indistinct features. the details of the dreams change each night, and the players awaken before learning their ultimate fate, but the general gist is always that they are completely helpless, and subjected to harm.

after a long rest, have them roll a Wisdom or Charisma save (challenging DC, but not too difficult), or take a small amount of psychic damage.

if the players bring murderers to justice - meaning deliver them to the proper authorities and see them punished for their crimes - the content of the dreams starts to change. one bandit gets caught or killed by the end of the dream for each real world criminal successfully punished, possibly hinting to the players what they need to do. once eight murderers in total have had their sentences enacted, the next morning the doll will be in pristine condition with a serene expression, emitting a faint glow. thereafter, any player may attune to the doll to gain the ability to cast the Guidance cantrip without components (as thought the doll's ability to project what it wants the players to do into their mind was turned to their benefit.

[dancingtotuyo]

Home | Part 1

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Frankie returns to you and your daughter.

Tags: Frankie Morales, Triple Frontier, Canon compliant, Frankie’s baby & his lady, fluff, angst, Dad!Frankie

Warnings: breaking & entering, gun, briefest illusion to drug use, illusions to death, some brief angst, let me know if I missed anything.

Notes: this is my first attempt writing Frankie. This idea came out of nowhere and I love it. Thank you to @wannab-urs for beta reading, adding commas, and the sweet comments! 🫶

Words: 938

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You haven’t had a good night’s sleep since he left. He told you a week. It’s verging on three. You stare at his side of the bed. You’ve had to wash the sheets since he left, but you’ve left his pillowcase. You bury your face in it, seeking the traces of him. Frankie’s scent is beginning to fade.

Tears threaten to form in your eyes. You fight with them. You can’t cry. He’s coming home. He has to come home. You can’t do this without him. You curl around the pillow. You need to sleep, but you can’t. Every time you close your eyes, you see Frankie dead in a ravine, on a mountaintop, or in an alley somewhere.

Layla stirs in her crib, drawing your eye. You’re quiet as her eyes blink open. Her tiny fists curl beside her ears. You expect her wails to fill the room, echoing how you feel inside, but to your awe, she stays quiet.

The full moon streams through the bedroom window, shining off of your daughter’s dark eyes. They remind you so much of her father’s. She stares back at you. Your little girl. Your perfect little girl, so much like her daddy with her big brown eyes and soft curls. His little Layla Grace.

He has to come back. He can’t leave you. He can’t leave her.

Layla blinks. Each interval grows slower until her eyes drift shut. Her breathing evens out. She has a soft snore. Just one more thing she picked up from her daddy. You’re not sure she has any of your DNA and you love it.

You’re tempted to scoop her up and lay her in the bed beside you, but that’s Frankie’s spot. You can’t give it up, even to your daughter. You have to make sure he has his spot when returns home.

Eventually, your eyes flutter shut and your breathing evens out as Frankie’s comforting scent fills your nostrils.

You’re startled awake by the rattling of the storm door Frankie was supposed to fix months ago. Your heart rate skyrockets as you shoot up feeling dazed. The red numbers on your alarm clock read 3:09 am. The storm door rattles again, and then the backdoor squeaks open.

Your bare feet hit the hardwood. Layla is sound asleep. You open the nightstand drawer, quickly punching the gun-safe code. The metal is cool under your hands. It’s been a long time since you’ve held the gun, but the mechanics come back like riding a bike. You check the chamber and load the magazine.

The backdoor slams shut. You spare a glance at your daughter before quietly closing the bedroom door behind you. You use your bare feet to your advantage, avoiding all the creaky floorboards in your old home.

Something hits the wall in the kitchen making you jump. You catch a dark figure, presumably male, wrestling through your cabinets. It doesn’t make sense, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins doesn’t allow for critical thinking.

You click the safety off, entering the kitchen. “Don’t move. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

His hands fly out, resting against the cabinet door. He lets out a tired sigh, something familiar in it.

“When I bought you that gun, I didn’t think you’d pull it on me, Sweetheart.”

Your chest tightens at the familiar timbre. The gun almost falls from your hands as you drop your stance. “Frankie?”

He turns around, eyes shining even in the dark. “It’s me, baby. I’m home.”

He eases forward, taking the deadly weapon from your shaking hands and disarming it. Placing the gun on the counter, he takes your hands into his, pulling you closer until his arms tighten around you. He holds onto you for dear life, both of you shaking.

Tears you’ve been holding in for weeks fall, soaking through Frankie’s jacket. His chest shakes, his tears mingling with yours.

“I thought you were gone.”

“I’m here. I’m here.” He repeats it over and over like an oath to you and an assurance to himself.

“Please don’t go again. Don't ever leave me again.”

“Never.” He kisses your salty cheeks, your forehead, and finally your lips.

You feel like home. You are his home. His hand runs through your hair, keeping him anchored to reality. He’s here and no longer in the jungle of South America.

You pull him back to the bedroom, both of you in a daze. You’re still in disbelief he’s here and whole. You fall into bed. Frankie pulls off his clothes, hat landing on the dresser where it belongs. You catch his movements stiff from the exhaustion of traveling, but he’s smiling at you the whole time, drinking you in like water in the desert.

Layla's small cries emanate from the crib pulling Frankie’s attention. Immediately, he’s at her side, cooing soft Spanish to her as he picks her up with the familiarity only a parent has. Goosebumps travel over your exposed skin. Layla quiets immediately, looking up at her daddy with wide eyes.

He moves over to the bed sitting next to you. His Spanish continues to spill in a comforting cadence. You caress Layla’s brown curls, head resting on Frankie’s shoulder. It’s all the perfect moment of peace and rest.

It won’t last long. Layla will remember she’s hungry soon enough. Frankie may sleep tonight, but the nightmares will come. There will be tears and grief and fights, but Frankie, Your Frankie, is here, and he’s intact, at least physically, and your daughter will grow up to know her father. That is what matters. The rest will wait.

[writers-potion]

I’m not a very scheming person, but one of my stories need political intrigue to work. Do you have any advice for how to write that?

Writing Political Intrigue

Creating Shades of Gray

Unlike most plots where the protgonist("the good") and the antagonist("the bad") is more or less clearly defined, political intrigue is all about being in the middle.

Those who are self-serving but respect the law

Those who work for the public good but break the law

Those who try to stay clean but is absolutely no help

The key is to reveal both sides of holding but a certain value. This is perhaps best demonstrated through the controversal topics in today's context:

Social Aid for the Poor: (1) Of course redistribution of wealth and aiding the economically underprivilleged is a good thing (2) but if governmental aid actually encourages people to not work, should we continue?

Honesty: (1) it's good to be honest (2) but not is all situations

Sticky your character in between two or more parties, into making difficult choices. Make them break and bend their own code or values in the face of trying to chase their own agendas.

Different Perspective is Everything

As stated, everything has two sides. Each party will have different goals, different ideals, different norms of doing the work.

Bad blood, feuds, competition for resources, desire to win an ego battle. There's plenty of plot material.

The key here is to let both sides have good, understandable reasons. If one side is clearly "bad" with the other opposing them, it's no different from a hero-villain plot!

Gossip and Rumors

Gossip is one of the most powerful weapons in politics. In other words, it's reputation. Saving face. Ego.

Spreading half-truths to get a character to watch their back

Scandals and failed apologies

Gossip as an undercurrent tension within a scene where the character needs to prove themselves.

No Room for Weaklings

No one without a strong personal code or goal will get trampled in a tight, fast-paced political scene.

If your character is forced into politics, they'll need to toughen up quick or drop out.

A character may think they're strong, only to be proven wrong the minute he enters politics.

A character may find himself being divorced from his previous values as he tries to be more "tough"

Draw the Big Picture

In a particular scene, your characters aren't going to know everything, sometimes acting even blindly in pursuit of a goal. As an author, though, you should have a clear idea which piece of the puzzle you're writing.

figure out a sketch of your setting, and figure out the big issues, crises and ideologies that political divisions could stem from.

Know what your characters are into, past the main plot. Where do they want to be, even after this story is over?

You'll get a much richer story by brining in layers of characterization.

Keep lots of notes to keep track of the above.

Research, Research, Research!

The best place to get ideas for political intigue: history.

Grab a handful of texts on the historical wars, figures, and regime changes that most interest you, and after reading them you’ll likely end up with enough intrigue material to plot through a book series.

The setting and governmental structure: Political intrigue is shaped by the underlying social background and politicla system, so plan these in a way that suits your plot.

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References:

https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=150&t=63430

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Brothers with an artist MC

Lucifer has to wonder how the hell MC manages to get paint, absolutely everywhere, even when they're not necessarily painting.

Everywhere they go, there's a random paint smudge somewhere on their person, places that make absolutely no sense.

Mid-way down the back of their calf, big ol' smudge of magenta, inside of their thigh, navy blue oil paint, they weren't even using oil paints today!

Each time he sees them, it's like a visual hunt for those little splashes of colour, and at some point, he realises he'd miss them if there were none to find.

Mammon has officially become an authority on art supplies. He knows their favourite brands of everything, knows when they're running low on literally anything.

He'll go out of his way to be in the room when they're creating, be it sculpting, painting, or just sketching at RAD. If, by some miracle, he comes into posession of a piece of their art, he hordes it, buys a whole glass cabinet to showcase everything they've ever made, including little doodles in the edges of notebooks.

'Ya better keep at it, so one day the Great Mammon can make a pretty penny off all this stuff!'

That's his excuse, he'd sooner give up goldie than sell a single scrap of MC's art. They're his damnit.

Leviathan is the ultimate wealth for inspiration. You got art block? Ha! No you don't.

He'll think of something to unblock that creativity, and he doesn't even try too hard to do it, he's got so much creative media on the brain it's honestly impressive.

He absolutely loves it when MC goes to his room and just chills with a sketchbook, doodling or working on a masterpiece, he doesn't care.

Levi.exe stopped working when MC drew him though, straight up blew a fuse. He still has that sketch, got it laminated and everything. He won't display it, but it's always close by.

Satan found there art pleasant to look at, and rather liked the idea of having them in around, creating freely. He'll go out of his way to give them the right environment to encourage their art.

He's fascinated by the way their moods change the art they make. With each pact, they created a piece to reflect the demon, and so on.

Satan became drawn to the person behind those pieces, to the crinkle in their brow when something was uncooperative and the stains on their fingers. He could talk to them all day about what they make, about the beauty they seem to find in a world that merely annoys him on most days.

Asmodeus is in love, purely in love. MC wields colour like a weapon and pieces almost as pretty as him.

He thinks they're a match made by the skies above, him a piece of art, MC, and artist.

Will absolutely invite MC to use him as the canvas for their next piece. Do with that what you will.

He loves to take them to new places and watch what they choose to put to art. Little spots even he hadn't noticed, the finest of details, or a bigger picture he wouldn't have seen without them.

The two tend to hunt for beauty in the most unlikely places, which make for some interesting adventures.

Beelzebub doesn't really have a decerning eye, if MC painted a burger, he'd lick the paper, only to find out that watercolour tastes horrid.

He enjoys the tactile feel of things though, if MC decided to sculpt something familiar, he like to run his fingers over their work, imagining them painstakingly creating every detail, lovingly creating something from nothing.

The same goes for when he gets to watch them sketch, half a dozen pencil lines become a profile of a person, or a rendition of a building.

Whatever they draw, he's entranced by their hands, making something beautiful with something as simple as a pencil and the same paper he forgets not to eat sometimes.

Belphegor loves watching them work, he finds it so relaxing. Each move they make with those practised hands, the quiet music they play, and the soft sound of their humming.

Sometimes, at least.

Others, they're a little whirlwind. Music blasting with pure chaotic energy that won't even let them sit still. Their pieces vary drastically depending on that mood, and he loves both sides of that coin. Need to get up and dance some of it out? He's in.

Diavolo puts MC's pieces on display in the castle without a second thought, no matter how much they bashfully point out that every other piece of art in that castle was created by historically important figures, some thousands of years older than them.

'You are historically important, MC!' The prince declares shamelessly. 'Simply by being yourself! I hope everyone in the Devildom will remember you fondly, as I see you now!'

MC.exe has stopped working.

[arcielee]

lost in a haze

Summary: Alastor isn't sure what to make of Lucifer. Paring: Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor Word Count: 2.3k+ Warnings: m/m, masturbation, blowjob, handjob, fingering, spit as lube to start, unprotected bathroom sex, Lucifer is a fucking top let's be fr Author's Note: Banner artwork credit! Thank you my darling @fallingintoyourlilaceyes for reading this over for me 💜 and thank you to Hozier for your EP that always provides me fic titles. This is my first every attempt at a m/m fic. This idea has been rattling in my brain since I watched the show. I hope you enjoy!

Alastor was panting in the steam-filled bathroom. His one hand was pressed flat to the marble that only the King of Hell would surely have tiled from floor to ceiling, while his other pumped the length of his cock, swollen and aching. But it was a fruitless chase to mollify what had settled into the pit of his stomach, nesting behind the stitches that now lined across his abdomen and gnawing at his organs. 

And it all started several days earlier when he first woke up in an unrecognizable room. There had been a knock at the door and Lucifer walked in. He did not have that narrowed expression sneered across, but seemed more bright, more apathetic as he looked Alastor over. 

It was this look that began an unease that started to mull beneath. 

Lucifer was holding a tray and watched as the Imp that trailed behind him placed a pillow across Alastor’s lap. “Your breakfast,” he almost chirped, placing it on top of the pillow to balance. “I wasn’t sure what you would be in the mood for, so I just went with a classic Eggs Benedict with some potatoes and sausage patties.” 

It felt surreal. The warmth seeping into his lap was pleasant, the savory smells of the meal prepared caused his hunger to rumble with a ferocity that throbbed his sutures. Alastor tipped his chin down to see how they ran diagonal from his chest to his hip. “What happened?” 

He could remember his staggered steps back into the broken radio tower, his wheezing to try and regain his breath, and his fumbling attempts for supplies to try and staunch his bleeding. And then nothing, but this was where Lucifer began. He detailed how he followed the trail of blood, how it was slick on the floors. He continued how he found Alastor closer to a second death than life, and ended with the heroic return home so he could tend to him.

Alastor could only stare and a silence settled over as he processed these words. He thought back to the animosity that burned from the devil with their first meet up in the hotel lobby. It now seemed somewhat comical in comparison to the almost sheepish display he was showing now. 

It prickled his nerves, the unease now coursing through his veins. 

“There was some concern at first, since it was an injury from an angelic weapon and all, but you seem to be healing up nicely,” Lucifer added with an almost shy smile. 

There was the low gurgle of his stomach that punctuated his quiet. 

Lucifer blinked. “I’ll, uh, just leave you to eat then.” He shifted and something twisted across his face; he didn’t say anything and just left Alastor alone. 

The unease remained, a slow curdle of emotions that braised beneath and rattled his bones. As the days passed, it pulled at him, aimless but wanting. This persistent bedevilment carried with his steps, flaring hotly with every awkward interaction he shared with Lucifer. 

The devil, however, seemed unaffected. 

Alastor truly began to study him, noticing how Lucifer tailored to his lithe figure that was always complementing his trimmed waist. His proximity was a prickly heat, amplified whenever Lucifer caught him staring. Alastor struggled to digest those moments whenever Lucifer would look him over with the slow draw of his eyes, his lips hinting but never committing to a smile. 

And he would just go, leaving Alastor with his presence that lingered behind, thickening the air around him. 

Now he stood beneath the water for so long it almost felt cool against his heated skin. Alastor let out a wet sigh that echoed off the walls before shutting off the water, pressing his brow to the marble. There was another hefty exhale as the unwelcomed weight settled back into his core. 

He understood that his only escape would be to return back to the hotel, to leave this accursed place and its smirking-fucking-owner. 

Alastor stepped from the shower,trying to ignore the heavy sway between his slender thighs. He dried off before tucking the towel high around his waist, positioning his flushed cock upright and against his stomach. 

There was a knock and water droplets fell as his ears flattened back. 

“Come in,” he said without a second thought to his current indecency. 

It was fucking Lucifer–as he should come to expect by now. He wore his idea of casual wear, dark slacks and a white collared shirt with his sleeves rolled to his elbows. There was a few buttons undone that hinted to his smooth, pale planes of his chest beneath, and his blond hair was tousled back. 

Alastor gripped his towel, twisting his shame away and facing the mirror. His palm reached to wipe away the steam and saw that Lucifer was watching him. 

But if he noticed anything, he gave no indication. Instead he said that breakfast was ready. 

“I’ll be out in a minute.” Alastor could feel his blood, hot and thick, coursing through him and rising to the surface. His eyes narrowed on Lucifer in the fogged reflection. “I am almost done here.” 

The silence they often shared returned thick, mixing in the steamy air that surrounded them. Lucifer frowned, stepping fully into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. 

Alastor’s ears perked, his careful watch of the scrutinous gaze as the devil looked him over. He hoped the remaining pink from his shower masked how his blood was now simmering beneath his skin. 

“I said I’ll be done in a moment,” his tone clipped, his hostility clutched as tight as the towel wrapped around his slender waist like a summoned guard against Lucifer. 

He was unfazed, allowing another pregnant pause before he finally spoke. “Thank you.”

Alastor blinked. “I didn’t say anything–”

“Oh, I know,” he cut through, stepping closer, his scrutinous gaze peering over his shoulder into the mirror, “I was helping you find the actual words that you should be saying.” 

Alastor frowned, his eyes narrowing onto the reflection. “May I remind you that I never asked you to rescue me.” 

“You would not have been able to,” he retorted, his tone hot, “you were barely responsive when I fucking found you.” 

Alastor turned to face him, but whatever rebuttal he had caught in his throat. He realized that Lucifer was close, and he noticed the tensity of how his eyes bore through him. The steam that had yet dissipated enriched the rosiness of his alabaster cheeks and his eyes shone bold. 

It felt as if the bathroom were deflating around him, the walls pressing in. 

“How about whenever you finally do something I consider worthwhile,” Alastor rasped, his pride forcing the words from him, “I will then make sure to say thank you.” 

He was testing to see if the demon that thrummed beneath his tailored fits would surface, would erupt to tear open his healing wound. But instead his signature smirk curled onto his lips and he stepped closer, his hand pressing to feel Alastor. 

His touch bolted the length of Alastor’s spine and he hunched over, choking on a gasp from the abrasive hand. Lucifer moved even closer, relishing the throbbing against his palm through the damp fabric. His brow arched. “Then allow me to do something worthwhile.”  

Alastor felt outside of his body as he watched his towel puddle around his feet. The edge of the countertop was cold and dug into his backside as he fell back to balance the weight of Lucifer’s hands pressing onto his thighs. His tension churning was aboiled as the devil sank to his knees, the unfurled trepidation as Lucifer’s jaw unhinged to swallow him. 

The salacious pace set by Lucifer’s forked tongue tasting him pulled every thought from his mind. He let out a gasp when Lucifer pulled back to lick his palm, wrapping it around the base and stroking in tandem with his mouth. The devil sucked to savor, but with a determination that pulled a low groan from the back of Alastor’s throat; he gasped again from the vibration of Lucifer in response. 

He could not catch his breath, the fellatio pulling him upwards to an unknown peak and bolting past, a teasing teetering on a ledge of pleasure that was coiling tight at the base of his spine. The lewd sounds filled the small space and Alastor was close, so painfully close. 

His cock was throbbing and then it stopped. Alastor opened his eyes, dazed, dilated, a desperate search only to see the smug satisfaction that now played on Lucifer’s face. 

Lucifer pulled himself upright, his lips swollen and glossy from his spit, and his hands moved to Alastor’s narrow waist, lifting him enough to sit on top of the counter. He pushed apart his thighs, spitting on his palm again before his hand returned to a languid pace up and down Alastor’s flushed cock. 

Alastor swore his teeth would crack with his suppressed groan, his head falling back against the mirror with a dull thud. He did not see how Lucifer licked his fingers, but felt his hand drop lower, searching. Alastor shuddered from the tentative touch, the slow circle drawn that sparked a new pleasure that licked up his spine. 

Lucifer was coy. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Fuck you,” but the venom he tried for only stammered from his lips. 

Lucifer hummed with a sly smile and hooded eyes. He moved until he was pressed against Alastor’s bare chest, tilting his head to bite the slope of his neck. “Maybe later,” he murmured against his skin, and Alastor could not stop the strangled mewl when a finger curled within him. “But you first.” 

The pleasure bolted back down his spine, causing his cock to jerk. Lucifer watched him, his eyes darkening and his smile stretching across his sharp jaw. “I figured you would like this,” he purred. “Are you ready to thank me yet?” 

The sound Alastor made was his choking attempt to pull the words from the back of his throat, but he could not think, not with how the blood roared in his ears, not with how his heart was reverberating against his bruised bones. 

Lucifer hummed again. “Not quite?” He grinned, pressing another finger into his puckered hole. 

Alastor moaned louder, writhing from the touch. Lucifer quickened the pace of his hands, and he felt the delicious pressure bursting from the pit of his stomach, bright with colors and pulsing hotly onto his own stomach. 

Alastor felt boneless, almost folding when Lucifer pulled away. He only returned to his body with the sound of the sink, of drawers being rummaged through. He saw the devil’s slacks unbuttoned, the glossy sheen that covered the ridges and veins of his cock, thick and heavy. He knitted his slender waist back between his thighs and Alastor canted his hips, moving closer to the edge. 

“Eager, aren’t we?” Lucifer teased him, his lubed fingers touching, lining himself. 

He stayed quiet, his jaw tightening as he focused on the blunt prod. Even with the foreplay it was still a tight fit, but Lucifer was artful with gentle thrusts that filled him, sinking into him. His skin prickled with a cold sweat, a shuddered rasp pulled once Lucifer sheathed completely within him. 

Lucifer paused once his hips were flushed intimately against the cradle of his hips. He watched a moment before his head tipped up to drag his tongue along the curve of Alastor’s neck, his teeth nipping at his pulse. It was the small sounds that spilled that summoned the demon, a bruising hold on his hips and powerful thrusts that sent hot bolts to the ends of his nerves. 

Alastor felt lifeless. His mouth fell open with muted cries as Lucifer pounded mercilessly into him. 

“Let me hear you,” Lucifer pulled him upright, his claws dragging down his back, marking him. 

Alastor reached and his fingertips bit into his sharp jaw, bringing his lips to touch his own. The kiss was desperate and Lucifer bit him; Alastor groaned from the taste of iron, and again when Lucifer dropped to bite into his chest. 

It stirred something deep, something primal within him. 

“Give me one more,” Lucifer rasped against his mouth. It was not a request and Alastor felt his cock jerk. “Touch yourself.”

There was another bite where his pulse was pushing against his skin and Alastor arched against him, his heart bruising to the surface. Lucifer’s mouth trailed upwards with heated, wet kisses, and Alastor moved his hand between them, pushing him backwards so his hand could wrap around his hardening cock. 

Lucifer smirked, returning to the powerful thrusts that filled, coaxing another thundery groan from Alastor, his hand falling in a rhythm around his cock. It built fast and Alastor swelled, breathless and brimming, the faraway command brought his second release and it stricken his bones, the euphoric coil bursting.

For a second time Alastor could feel the slow return back into his skin, blinking to focus on Lucifer and his salacious grin. The mess made began to spill from him and Alastor burned, pressing his hands to the firm chest peeking beneath the white shirt, pushing until Lucifer slipped from him.  

His heady gaze remained. “Fuck breakfast,” Lucifer said, his fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. “I think I’m going to take a shower.” He seemed roguish, his satisfaction obnoxious. “Care to join me?”

Alastor was still splayed on the counter, life drained and filthy. For a moment he thought to leave, but his movement caused the spend to spill.

So instead he said yes. 

“Yes what?”

The devil returned to his teasing tone, but this time it pulled something prurient from Alastor, something he now knew he would no longer try to control. “Yes,” and a moment passed before he decided to play along, “and thank you.”

It was quiet, but it was enough. Lucifer beamed, peeling away his layers and moving back towards the shower. He paused to look over his shoulder, watching with hooded eyes as Alastor pulled himself to follow.

Alastor stared back at him, a sharp grin spreading across his jaw. “After all, it’s my turn now.”

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I’m not reallyy confident with this oneeee lmao. Probably should have not wrote this during a burn out. I wonder if I could draw my barbie series this week

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REMINDER: This is gender neutral for all readers. Sagau stands for Self Aware Genshin Alternative Universe, but this is leaning much towards the God/Creator AU where the characters are aware that they’re being controlled but not aware enough to know that they’re in a game. This story is set in God/Creator AU, imposter AU, and lastly villain AU. This contains religious and cult themes, graphic violence, and probably some suggestive scenes (not this chapter yet, but the series will show some) so viewer’s discretion is advised.

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Y/n was known as someone... normal to most. But if you have taken the time to get to know them, going so far as saying that you've known them for their whole life, you'd know Y/n as someone who'd be willing to commit a crime if the need arises. Such a thing has not happened so far (or at least one that gets the authorities’ attention), because Y/n's tenacity to thrive with their own hard work and resources has carried them away from resorting to such actions.

Y/n was clever.

Not a genius, but clever enough to survive in this generation's fast pace and harsh waters veiled under surface media's insistent idea of a calm country.

That's what Y/n's friend believes. This girl was fortunate enough to have been born wealthy, in contrast to her friend, Y/n, who was not poor but not well-off enough. She thinks Y/n was heaven-sent. No one was as loyal as them. Most approached her for their own selfishness, for their own benefit. Honestly, the world has less and less dependable and honest folks these days, she thought. Y/n was the only person to not try to exploit her ever since kindergarten and genuinely was a true friend to her to this day.

But like the wise once said; no one is perfect.

Y/n is nice… but is not harmless.

Y/n is clever, and parents who have no wealth enough to protect their child, have honed Y/n to survive any worst-case scenario. Be it how to manage money and tax, how to find a job, how to fix house materials, how to survive in the wild, how to defend against assailants that are twice their size, and other skills beneficial for Y/n.

Their parents almost thought that most of the knowledge they've bestowed on Y/n would prove to be useless in this current generation, but one could never be too careful.

They're happy for their child, how reliable they are, how Y/n used their parent's teachings as the foundation to hone their own weapon and armor, using the resources from this generation accompanied by old techniques to thrive. And they’re glad to see how Y/n is still capable of being kind despite having the child see the world without the rose-tinted glasses.

But for Y/n's friend, it's different. But it is normal for parents not to know every aspect of their child, right? The parents are correct when they believe that Y/n is nice yet strong, but the side of Y/n that is capable of being unhinged is something Y/n would keep to themselves to save their parents from a heart attack. But as Y/n's friend, she had the privilege to know this side of them.

The one who gets to see the Y/n that doesn't have the goody-two-shoes on to save them from any inconvenience.

The one who gets to see the Y/n that would use their cleverness to seek vengeance against others.

"Did you hear? I heard that the teacher from the other department got a suspension. Maybe getting fired."

"Right? The same person that accused a student from the Engineering department of stealing."

"A friend of mine who had a friend from that department said that the student was innocent."

"How did they prove it?"

"I heard that they still had the receipt from when they last shopped at a store. The time the teacher claimed that the student had stolen from her classroom was around the time that the student was shopping. The receipt contained the purchases as well as the date and time the transaction happened in there, serving as their alibi."

"How lucky that the student hasn't thrown away any receipts that day, huh?"

"Right? I'd throw away the receipt after shopping if it were me. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that teacher possibly getting fired. She's been suspected of drug use. The superiors and the police are still looking into it."

"I heard someone had given evidence to the police. A CCTV footage or something. This week has been full of things to distract me from mid-terms. And it doesn't help that the jock Steph has been admiring got kicked out from the basketball team."

"Yeah, not that I'm surprised after what he did. The captain must have been so livid to find his girlfriend's panties inside that guy's locker."

"Don't you think it's possibly the girlfriend's fault though? Like how did her panties get inside his locker? Sus..."

"No, the girl was with the captain the whole time... Oh and..."

The two students that were walking in front of her had finally swerved into a new topic while taking a left towards their classroom. She can only sigh, seriously, who knew criminology students can be this nosy? Then again, she could see how this characteristic could be useful for them.

She too, enters her classroom upon arriving. She spots her h/c friend playing with their phone, and she approaches. She sits down on the chair beside them, greeting them a good morning to which Y/n reciprocates before proceeding to finish their game.

“Hey, the prof. is coming.”

“Haha, I won’t fall for that again.” Y/n laughs lightly, eyes still on their screen.

“I know, but I want to talk with you about something.” And with this, Y/n turns off their phone to face her.

“Y’know, I heard people talking about the incident with that Karen teacher… and also the jock.”

Y/n hums, a smile on their face. “Hmm is that so?”

She watches Y/n place a hand under her chin with the elbow propped on their table, finger tapping on their cheek as Y/n wears a wider smile, eyes crinkling in faux innocence. “I guess it can’t be helped. I too would do the same.”

The girl can only sigh at her friend who was still holding that innocent look in their e/c eyes. She stops beating around the bush and gets to the point, curiosity eating at her as she is dying to know what Y/n had done this time. “Good thing that you still carried around that receipt Y/n. You wouldn’t have proved that you’re not a thief. But please bless your friend with the tea cuz I’m dying to know. Like, everything. From the teacher to the jock, everything bestie babes.”

She watch Y/n who only giggled, as if they have not just ruined someone. “Easy peasy, I followed my parent’s tips about keeping receipts. And used a good data recovery app to get the deleted CCTV footage.”

“I’ll hit you y’know.” She said annoyed as Y/n laughs. They then decide that they’re already done messing around and explain to their dear friend everything that happened. Not that it’s anything amazing in Y/n’s eyes. To them, it wasn’t that hard or anything incredible, just actions that they needed to take, but who were they to deny their friend to satiate their curiosity? Someone’s gotta entertain a rich girl’s dull life, and Y/n happens to provide enough exciting exploits.

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You wonder how Bennett is taking this whole thing. He knows you, he knows that you know him. If someone knows someone’s name when they just met should garner suspicion. But he didn’t even think twice to help you. This doesn’t make sense to you.

And despite this being a game in your world, you have expected that there’s a system procedure that should have been followed, and bringing you to Jean immediately is something weird. Why is a stranger suddenly being brought to the acting grandmaster? Shouldn’t you be brought to someone of low rank for help or investigation till your situation was deemed appropriate to be handled by someone higher? After all, you’re not an immediate priority, so why bring you to Jean?

You both are walking down towards the city you assume. And so far Bennett was such a kind young man, the same from the game. Helping you out when you almost tripped (intentionally), gave you something to eat, and even showed a bright smile every time you show appreciation towards him. You decided to even shower some small compliments towards the poor boy, to which he gets shy, rubbing his head while bashfully looking away.

After walking for some time you realize the exact location you have arrived. It turns out that you woke up on the edge of the Snow-Covered Path. And now the two of you are walking on a path that leads to Daduapa Gorge. Following this (long) path, it will lead you to Windrise and then eventually to Mondstadt. If you were still in control of the game, you would have resorted to either just using the waypoints or scaling the mountains for shortcuts rather than using the current path. But Bennett insisted that following the path was much safer.

You think you have cozied him enough.

“So I want to ask you something, Bennett.” You asked, eyes staring at a sunsettia, pushing down the urge to ‘farm’ it. He looks at you, his attention bare for your question. “You seem to know me. May I ask? How do you know me?”

“What do you mean, your grace?” Asked Bennett, confused. At least Bennett is comfortable enough that he does not hesitate to answer without worrying about his words.

“Why do you call me ‘Your Grace’ Bennett?”

He pauses his steps and so do you. “You… You don’t know who you are?

“Well, I know my name is Y/n. Grew up in C/n, an Aerospace Engineer student, e/c eyes and h/c hair, home address is XXXXXXX, and still waiting for TBHK season two. I know myself completely, from childhood, my emo era, to my current state now. What I’m confused about is why I’m called the way you’re calling me now.”

“Do you at least know about Teyvat? Me? Your chosen blessed vessels? The Grand Plan?” He asks, every question turning him even more worried.

“I mean, I can’t lie. I know you, I know about Teyvat. Not much about chosen blessed vessels or the Grand Plan trademark.” It looks like it’s not just Bennett who got comfortable.

Bennett’s eyes shined at the prospect of you getting closer to understanding what he meant, although slightly. “Yes, Your Grace! Me and Teyvat!”

“However, that does not answer my question. Why do you call me that?”

“I…” His smile falters, “You don’t know what you are?”

You chuckle, “How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me.”

“You’re supposed to be our creator!” He said worriedly, eyes expectant.

“You’re what now?” You said almost immediately.

“Our divine Creator! The one who breathes life into Teyvat! Who makes anything move according to your will! Weaving fate towards the ultimate Grand Plan. You who…” His voice lowers, eyes cast down, “You who made me feel like I was not worthless…”

“Benny… You are never worthless.” You reassured, hand on his shoulder.

Bennett suppressed the feeling of melting right there on the spot, your touch was comforting, it made him drop any guard he had and the urge to just lean onto you was so immense but he refrains. ‘You really are the creator… I can feel it.’

“But still, me? Creator? How? I don’t think I’m this omnipotent being you’re talking about. I don’t have memories of making Teyvat.” You said after letting go of his shoulder and stepping back a bit.

‘For all we know, this could just be the regular Teyvat. Then again, this Teyvat may as well be the Teyvat in my account too. We’ll confirm that when we find what point of the story Aether is in now. If it’s the same as in my account, then this is Teyvat from my account. If he’s on his way to leave Sumeru to look for the Hydro Archon, then it’s the cannon Teyvat of Mihoyo.’

She internally sighs, ‘But will that be enough to tell? Even if Aether is at the point of the story where I have last left him, I don’t think it’s enough to prove that this is my account. I need more concrete evidence. Knowing what state Teyvat is in right now will help me in getting back home... I hope.’

“Is there proof that I’m this… Creator? I don’t even know what you mean about this blessed vessel thing.”

“You know me but you don’t know the other vessels? And the Grand Plan?” He asked, “The last person your divine gaze has been on was the Traveler.”

You register what he meant about blessed vessels. It took some time to connect the dots but you get it now. The last character you used to farm was Aether, the Traveler. So these ‘blessed’ vessels are the characters that you control. And ‘divine gaze’ is probably you using them. Now how odd… divine gaze? Why does it sound familiar to you?

Ah right. Isn’t that what Blueberry- correction, Il Dottore, said during the Harbinger’s trailer? About Scaramouche conquering the divine gaze and shit? Well, you don’t really have time to contemplate that yet. Especially when you notice Bennett getting worried about your silence. You give him a smile.

“Ah, right. I didn’t really understand at first, but by vessels, do you mean the people I have controlled? Like Ae- the Traveller, Mona, Klee, you, Kaeya, and the others from here and the other nations?”

Bennett’s eyes brighten when the two of you have somehow landed on the same idea now, finally making an understanding with each other. “Yes! See? I knew you’d remember!”

“Hold your horses, little guy,” you let out a laugh, “I control some of you, so what? That does not answer my true identity.”

“But what powerful being could make us feel like we’re in a dream? Being controlled and making us stronger? No one in Teyvat could do that, at least control a lot of people without brainwashing or any dark magic according to Miss Lisa. You control us with divine powers that are strong yet warm at the same time. You gave us gifts, strength, and unforgettable adventures.”

You’re eyes widened. Of course, why didn’t you think of that?

“Okay, million dollar question-” Bennett’s confused but still listens, “-did you receive a Skyward Blade? Like around recently?”

Bennett gasps before nodding vigorously. “Yes! Yes, I did!” A bounce on his step as he gets a bit closer, “I heard you whisper that you’d test it out on a few Hilichurls! We took down at least 4 camps the other day!”

‘He’s right.’

“Then, did you also go around and collected a bunch of Sweet Flowers after?”

“Yes! We collected some Sweet Flowers and a few Sunsettias.”

‘Okay, holy crap this is my account.’ You thought while holding your head a bit. That’s one mystery closed, but didn’t mean that you have your questions answered.

“So everyone in Teyvat just collectively agreed that whoever is controlling you all are… your god?”

Seems impossible for you. Who in their right mind would just automatically say that you’re god? You know some well-brained characters in the game, those who are also politically influential and prodigies in certain fields, would find it concerning to suddenly lose their own control and start running around.

“Could you explain this Creator thing? I first used- I first had Amber as a vessel aside from the Traveler, it should have been worrying for Amber to suddenly lose control of herself. But looking at it, you act as if it’s not a huge concern. How are you confident that the one who is controlling her is your so-called Creator?”

Bennett nods, digesting his Creator’s question. He doesn’t understand why his creator is not sure, but he’ll try to help explain however he could.

“When Amber first got ‘pulled’ towards the divine light, she went to acting grand master Jean, I was there when I was getting treated by Barbara with Jean visiting the church for an inspection. At first, it was concerning but after some investigation with Jean and Miss Lisa, it was confirmed that it was the Creator. Then everyone was happy to have you showing yourself after going missing for centuries. According to Miss Lisa, you have a Grand Plan to guide the people, saying that salvation will come in a form of a person, with you guiding them.”

“Lisa said that? How do you think she knows that? And what is this Grand Plan?”

“Miss Lisa has read all the information regarding the Creator during her time in Sumeru and even from the books here in Mondstadt, she said. I don’t know about this Grand Plan too, no one does. Some have theories, but the only one who knows is the Creator. We thought only Mondstadters got the opportunity to be blessed as vessels, but it turns out others from different nations got the same treatment. Everyone has now believed that you’re starting to let your presence known.”

‘Huh, I guess I have a somewhat established title here for such a long time? And with religious power to boot? This is already starting to get even more confusing. Answers are only bringing in more questions.’

“You don’t remember the Grand Plan?” Asked Bennett worriedly, you could only smile.

“I’m sorry, I don’t.”

Bennett can only shake his head. “It’s just… you’re suddenly showing signs of activity and with your actions so far that matches with the scriptures and the bible, we knew that you were our Creator! So what if you forget about the Grand Plan? You’re already showing signs of being our Creator! You know about our adventure, it showed that you have been with us with your divine presence. You’ve made me stronger, you gifted me this amazing sword. To me, you’re the Creator I’ve been praying to.”

‘Is he trying to encourage me? How sweet.’ You smile gently and pat his head. He wears that shy face again and stands up straight after you prop your hand back to your side, his face getting back to its cheerful look.

“And besides! I read in the bible a long time ago that you needed a reminder or something! So you probably just need something to help you remember!”

You hum. Now that’s interesting. So far everything felt like a fever dream, ridiculous yet… amusing. You guess it won’t hurt entertaining the idea of you being god for a while (even though you doubt it) “What else have you learned from the bible, Bennett?”

“Um, about how you look! You’re hair, your face, oh! And your name!”

“Uhuh, then?” You smiled. You find yourself doing this for your own enjoyment rather than for your own investigation to find home. But it won’t hurt to be unserious for a bit, right?

“Yeah, you’re name. Though, not many used it because they didn't want to use your name in vain. Your name is Y/n, Y/n L/n. And what else…” Bennett started to act bashful, realizing that he did not read his bible much. Oh Celestia, what would you think of him ditching the bible to play? Hopefully, you wouldn’t mind.

“I’m sorry, that’s all I could remember so far-” Bennett stops. His eyes went wide with worry as he sees your shocked face, the silence unnerved him as he stares back at your unreadable face.

Why were you looking at him like that?

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End of chapter 3: Purple Carnations

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[hazshit-hotel-hater]

"I own you, b***!"

"Yeah, you do. In the studio. And you can do whatever you want to me there, just like our deal says. But out here, I get to do what I want." - Valentino and Angel (episode 6)

That one scene made me come up with a solution of how Angel can be freed and Valentino getting what he deserves. OK, fine, let's say that Charlie and Lucifer don't have the power to mess with other demons' contracts and can't free Angel's soul with just a snap of their fingers. BUT they do have the power as a royalty to take down Valentino's business. "And you can do whatever you want to me there(in the studio), just like our deal says." Think about it:

(No business + no studio) + Valentino losing his power and his overlord title = Angel's freedom (and the freedom of many others)

Just imagine: a powerful man-turned-demon doing a lot of terrible things in order to get wealth and fame, and people to step on (pls, don't take that out of context). He gets what he wants every time, and everything is perfect. For him, at least 😒. And then, out of nowhere, the "stupid, blonde, good-for-nothing" princess of Hell and her father, the King, declare that this porn business is coming to a close, and Valentino shall no longer be an overlord. Everything, EVERYTHING, that this disgusting moth-man has worked for crumbles right in front of him. Money, gone. Porn movies and drugs, bye-bye 👋🏻. His favourite toy (Angel) and the souls he has under contracts are free. Even Vox and Velvet are leaving him behind because he is worthless to them now. Personally, I think this will be more satisfying than simply killing Val with an angelic weapon.

But, alas, knowing Vivzipop, it's highly unlikely that she will come up with something like this.

I kinda feel proud of myself 🤗, and I'm not even a writer. 😅

(Sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. )

Your grammar is very good don’t worry! Also you had me terrified a Valentino roleplay blog messaged me for a second

This is a really interesting idea actually! I’ve seen a lot of people mad at Charlie for not doing something about Angel’s situation and honestly I am too but Angel asked her to stay out of his business which is something I and many other have experienced of that “It’s fine I can handle it myself this is my issue” mindset, but still in the future I really hope she actually steps up and does something. Especially with her stupid “But thats so meaaan :(” line when Vaggie tells her to actually use her authority.

I also agree on the point I’d like to see Val have more consequences to his actions instead of just killing him. Of course I want him dead but I’d like it to be later on. Number 1 thing I hate is character’s abuser dying and then suddenly the character is fine and has no issues.

Id draw a picture of Valentino and put him through the oven and stove but I don’t want to draw anything more than the back of his torso and hands. Maybe someday you’ll see me make an animatic of Val being gunned down but certainly not soon.

Anyway expanding on this idea sounds like it’d be very interesting, if you’d have anything to add I recommend toying around with it!

[pearlywritings]

Come with me, my love

synopsis: the best way to heal is to go somewhere else. Do not worry, your lover has already taken care of that.

pairing and characters: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli x reader (separately)

tw: pure fluff, hurt/comfort

word count: 2.9k+ words in total

author’s note: I dedicate it to my dear @lunargrapejuice , I hope this will bring you comfort you need, my dear 💛 and also to anyone else who is in desperate need of it☺

Albedo

The concept of relationship is fairly new to Albedo, he’s still exploring the field and is learning new things, even though you two have already changed the status to official. However, he is unbelievably observant, and his ability to note anomalies comes in handy when it concerns you.

Lately he’s noticed how you haven’t been your usual self - the bubbly, smiley, affectionate, lively self with energy almost bursting out of your body. You’ve become grim, sluggish, and didn't come to him for a kiss or a hug unless it was him who approached you and gave you those. In the moments like this you were clinging to him, as if fearing he’d break the comforting atmosphere and go back to his research. But the one thing the young man understood about relationships is the importance of being there for your partner. 

Albedo didn’t ask you to tell him what’s wrong - you’ll open up to him when you are ready if you’d ever feel like that - he knows and trusts you. He just holds you close until you doze off and only then comes back to his work table to wrap up whatever is hanging and call it a night.

When it goes like this for over a week, the blond becomes really concerned and understands that it requires some more drastic measures. He officially submits documents for a couple of days off to Jean, informs his alchemist team about his absence and starts researching and planning an immaculate solution to the issue before him.

The gathered data eventually suggests that going out somewhere away from bustling places of constant presence and unwinding is what usually helps to deal with growing depression. You might think his first thought would be taking you out to Dragonspine. After all, the scenery is breath-taking (when there are no raging blizzards), it’s serene and mostly quiet, and no one can disturb you two.

…well, he considered it.

But ultimately he decided on a beach day. Just you, and him, and Klee, since he knows how strongly you adore the little troublemaker. Listen, maybe taking a child who loves fish blasting to the lake isn’t the best idea, but Albedo checked and rechecked her belongings to make sure everything exploding was left home before actually going there.

Weaponizing Klee's charms was a clever decision and proved to be effective. The pyro user becomes your energizer as she constantly asks you to search for seashells, play with her in the water, draw Dodoko on the sand (Albedo, who joins you in almost every activity, undoubtedly wins this one), search for seashells some more, play with a ball, build sand castles…

You plop onto your towel only when the girl starts chasing the crabs, gleefully laughing and swinging her bucket in which she was going to put her new "friend". Your lover hums, keeping an eye out for her to not get into any sort of predicament and sits down next to you, side by side, bending one leg and resting his arm on the knee.

“How’s the vitamin D absorption going?” You chuckle at his choice of words, but then again, you spent so much time inside your shared apartment, of course your organism started lacking the sun rays.

“Pretty awesome, I must admit,” rearranging your body so you could lie down with the man still sitting close, you give your body a good stretch, contently sighing.

“Glad to hear that,” elegant artistic fingers reach out to brush the stray locks from your face, and you quickly catch his wrist, bringing it to your lips to leave a soft kiss.

“Thank you, ‘bedo. I am sorry if I caused you trouble with my… well…” You trail off, but of course he understands what you mean.

“No need to apologize,” a small, but warm smile graces his lips, “You didn’t cause me any trouble, sunshine.”

At the sweet petname your heart skips a beat and mouth twists in your attempts to not reveal a stupid grin. The Chief Alchemist is enchanted by you, so bright and shining, drinking in your soft expressions and bashful body language.

The mission deems to be a success, but solidifying the results with late night cuddles back home wouldn’t hurt.

Diluc

The owner of the Dawn Winery hates parting with you for longer than a work day, even though sometimes the list of his duties keeps him away from you for exactly over a full work day. That’s why he loathes business trips that require his presence.

You hate those too, because it means you won’t get to get a morning kiss from him and give him one, share breakfast with him, see him throughout a day and sneak sweet kisses and hand holdings in private of the backroom of the tavern, walk with him or welcome him home, feel his arms around you when he climbs through the window of your shared bedroom at the winery after his late night endeavors…

You won’t get to see his vibrant eyes - hazy with sleep, sharp when annoyed and absolutely swirling with adoration when he gazes at you. You won’t get to whine for him to stay in bed for just a little longer, because the warmth of his body is too precious to lose so easily. You won’t get to drag his gloves off of his hands when he doesn’t go out in the city at night, preferring to go to sleep with you. You won’t get to braid or unbraid his flaming hair, massage his scalp and listen to his calm content breathing, as he eagerly leans in your arms.

You get the point - business trips are the worst.

And your feelings are completely mutual on Diluc’s end, even if some of the reasons for him feeling agitated may vary.

This is exactly why you are planting your feet on one of the streets of Fontaine, holding onto your fiance’s hand and curiously looking around you. This time the man’s heart ached when he saw an absolutely heart-broken look on your face when he informed you of yet another we-cannot-sign-this-deal-without-you business trip. The past two weeks had been hard for both of you, and the lack of seeing each other only worsened your mood and made you feel so miserable. A week more without him? You didn’t think you’d endure it without crying, because everything was pressing on your shoulders and it was suffocating, nearly crushing.

The decision was fast and simple - going there together. While Diluc Ragnvindr enjoys privacy, he feels pride at the idea of showing his amazing significant other - soon to become a spouse - off. The amount of mischief concealed within the multiple walls of his character can’t help but look forward to you cutting off the suitors that inevitably come after the young wine tycoon. He knows you can do it just with a single glance and that’s one of the things he loves about you - the power of your beautiful eyes. He himself is weak before the effect of them.

“So… This is Fontaine…” You whisper in awe, still observing everything your gaze has an opportunity to be cast upon. Your hand is still clinging onto his, and something flutters in the male’s chest, when you gently tug on it, urging him to move after you.

“First things first - we are purchasing the Kamera. I want to capture all the moments we’ll share here,” at your proclamation Diluc softly chuckles, briefly turning around and signaling for the servants to unload your carriage and bring everything into the house he rented for you to stay in.

“Sure, my flame. I’d love that as well.”

You grin happily - looks like there is no trace of your previous depressed state anymore. A day in the carriage huddled in blankets together managed to heal your sullen mood and partially feed your desire for being close with him. Don’t think he didn’t enjoy it too, only Celestia above knows how desperately this man craved your presence and affection - it’s just that you and your satisfaction come first.

This trip must give you many memories and Diluc will make sure to spend all the free time he’ll have with you. Oh, but to think of it, in his busy time he also can have you there, because what are they gonna do? Revoke the deal they themselves begged him to consider? Exactly - no.

You are stuck with him, and honestly, this is the best thing when we are talking about two touch-starved and presence-craving lovers.

Kaeya

“Kaeya, I am nervous.”

“You better not be, she’ll sense that you are not in control.”

“You are not helping!”

The man, whose leg literally brushes against yours, as the two horses - a pitch black one and golden with flaxen mane and tail one - slowly march side by side along the road of a Starfell Valley, finds it cute. Finds you cute. A crease between your eyebrows from before disappeared and the look on your face was replaced with such adorable concern. You really don’t have anything to worry about, the girl he chose for you is the calmest specimen he has in stables, very docile and friendly, having been won by you with a piece of apple you offered to her prior to this walk. It is really much better when getting you on his stallion, who is not that tolerant to the people who are not Kaeya himself.

“Do not worry, I am not letting go of her reins until you are ready to try it yourself,” he assures you in a soft voice, which smoothness infiltrates all your senses and lulls the rising unease. “Swing your body lightly back and forth with the horse’s steps, it’ll help you to stay in the saddle and help you feel the movement under you. Trust me, it’ll help.”

“O-oh, alright,” with his palm pressed against the small of your back, you try doing as he says, carefully moving your body. His thumb gently rubs your skin under a thin blouse, assuring you that everything is okay, and, when you glance at him from the corner of your eyes, he offers you a sweet smile, murmuring ‘god job, snowflake’ just above the whisper. It makes your heart flutter and lips form a small smile of your own. Your lover is your salvation, really. The moment he saw your gloomy face upon arriving home, he knew he’d go any lengths to bring a smile back to your face. Kaeya consoled and cuddled you that evening, and a couple of days later took you out of the city to spend his day off together.

A horse walk idea has been stuck in his mind for a month already, after you became a witness of him training recruits, the ones that signed for cavalry. Him, on his stallion, with reins in one hand and a training sword in another, entranced you, to the point you snapped out of your stupor only when he hopped on the ground and approached you with a teasing smirk. 

Now his words and expressions lack the usual banter, the softness of his cerulean eye blending with the spotless sky above, the rustle of his lips being like one of the grass and leaves the wind plays with, and his smile warmer than the afternoon sun. He belongs in Mondstadt so much. He belongs next to you so much.

Wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kaeya’s visible eye widens when you, using stirrups, rise and reach to him, pressing your lips together. The hand on your back instantly slides further and settles on your hip, keeping you steadied, as his mouth slowly devours yours. He senses no more negative feelings inside your body, and it sparks joy in his chest, which spreads through his body in waves of lingering warmth.

Your eyes sparkle when you separate and the man nearly lets go of both his and your reins, reprimanded by his horse’s disgruntled snort.

“Thank you, Kae,” Archons your smile is blinding, “I needed it.”

“No need to thank me. I got you. Always,” and you giggle when he smooches right under your chin.

“So, when can I trot?”

“Trot?” He nearly snorts at your zeal. “Haven’t even held the reins, and wanna trot already?”

“But you looked so elegant while doing so!”

“Got you mesmerized, eh?” You lightly pinch a hand still resting on your hip. “Ouch! Goodness, Y/n, can’t you admit you are head over heels for this Cavalry Captain?”

“In your dreams, Alberich,” you stick a tongue at him and the man is completely reassured that his Y/n is back.

“Then I’ll be waiting in my dreams. As for reality, I wouldn’t be opposed to giving my love private lessons in horse-riding.”

“Oh! Can we start today?” Eager, aren’t you? How lovely.

“Consider we’ve already started.”

Zhongli

The snowflakes are dancing in the sky, twirling and slowly lowering to the snow-covered ground, pristine whiteness almost blinding with how every tiny frozen crystal reflects the sunlight and sparkles like the finest gems of the Liyue mines. The crust is crunching under your legs, as you and your husband are taking your morning walk in the vast lands of Snezhnaya.

Truth to be spoken, Zhongli would’ve probably never found himself on the territory of the Cryo Archon, but this is a special case. He knew how badly you needed a change of place and new experience in your current dispirited state. No surprise he agreed almost immediately, when during his last visit to the land of Morax Childe invited the two of you to stay with him and his wife in their homeland. He promised no interruption from the Tsaritsa or the Harbingers, and, knowing that partially the invitation was surely coming from the ginger’s lover, whom he had met and whom both him and you found very pleasant to be around, the man believed it.

At first the idea of coming to Snezhnaya worried you, but Zhongli didn’t miss the curious and excited glint in your pretty eyes. He gave you time to consider the idea, and a week later the three of you were on a ship, half-way to the country of snow. The woman carrying Ajax’ real last name welcomed you warmly and with a big smile on her face, chewing her husband lightly for not having invited you two earlier.

The atmosphere that prevailed in this house surely helped distract you from oppressive thoughts, and exploring outside with your caring husband made you so tired, but in a pleased kind of sense, that you didn’t have the energy to spend it on anything but share a goodnight kiss with Zhongli and fall asleep in his comforting embrace. You were healing, and it couldn’t but delight him. 

You took a liking to the walks in the early hours of morning, because it, as you proclaimed, was very refreshing for the beginning of the day. Being a morning person Zhongli always joins you on your little outings. Childe introduced a thermos to you two, and ever since your husband tends to have it on him whenever you are outside. The tea in there has a calming and soothing effect, meticulously prepared by skillful hands with love and care.

Another thing you both became fond of was dancing. Just like snowflakes in the air you spin in each other’s embrace, heavy cloaks with fur collars barely swiping the snow under your feet. A soft melody hummed in deep voice mixed with gleeful giggles, turning into a shared laughter soon into the dance that really didn’t have any name.

Sometimes though the quietness around you awakes a feeling of loneliness and you can’t help but shed tears, face pressed to his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around your form. He lets you cry and release the negative emotions, gently swaying your bodies to some rhythm existing only in the beat of his heart. He tries to swipe your tears before they turn into the frozen droplets and sting your eyes or bite your cheeks.

The usual expensive leather of his gloves is replaced by thick wool and feels warm against your face, as his big palms cradle it in his delicate hold.

“My gem…” the puff of hot air from his mouth caresses your nose - that’s how close he is - and you cutely wrinkle it. “Don’t you think we should return? It’s been almost an hour, your skin is burning from the cold already.”

“Must we really?” An adorable pout doesn’t work on a stoic man, as he lets go of your face and, to the accompaniment of your squeals, hoists you in his arms bridal style.

“If you refuse to use your two legs, then I’ll just carry you,” his smile is disarming, damn him.

“All the way back?”

“Why, of course, my dear. Do you question my strength?”

“No, of course not! It’s just…” Though your cheeks are already red, he doesn’t mistake the way you avert your eyes in quiet embarrassment.

“Oh, is this position making you shy? Don’t worry, I am sure our hosts will understand.”

“You..!” The man chuckles lightheartedly, not having it in him to stop himself from teasing you. Ah, this truly is refreshing, and Zhongli is so elated to see a once again happy smile that you desperately try to hide in the fur of your coat.

[lilian-writes-sins]

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★ wings:

It's the Ladybug Miraculous? Ladybugs have wings? That’s it lol (probable spoilers, but this will be my reasoning for Queen Bee (and some others) as well).

The wings tuck into the red ‘outer shell’ (idk what to call it) when they’re not in use.

★ antennae:

They work kind of like Chat’s ears, so you can use them to enhance your hearing. Basically the antennae are like an extra limb/sense organ (like in actual bugs). Though, unlike how Adrian’s human ears disappear, your human ears stay (unless you’re wearing some sort of head covering, then they’re not visible obvs).

Speaking of ears, [Y/N] has multiple piercings (sorry if u don’t lol). I just think that, aside from looking cool, the piercings could confuse the Akumas and make them pick the non-magic earrings.

★ goggles:

They pair with the wings. I wanted to have a more bug-like look for the eyes + it just looks cool lol.

They are removable — when not worn, they rest around your neck. They protect the eyes from debris/wind/ect. + they can be used sort of like binoculars (i.e. They can zoom in/out to look around better, and if you/your character wear(s) glasses, the lenses of the goggles are prescription lol).

★ eyes:

They just look cool lol + I like how Chat Noir’s whole eyes are green, not just the iris, if that makes sense? It gives a more animalistic/inhuman look and I wanted that here too (I’m probably most definetly going to do this for the other characters too).

In this story, all the Miraculous holders resemble their kwami at least a bit (in personality, mostly). So, with the Ladybug Miraculous, the holders get Tikki antennae + the blue eyes + wings and a bit of her personality leaks through (her kindness/willingness to help others and optimism mostly, though it shows a bit differently through Red Beetle, not as outwardly as Tikki).

★ mask:

Since they already have the goggles (and the fact that I couldn’t make an eye mask work lol), they’re getting a face mask. An added bonus being that this covers more of their face :D

It works the exact same as all the regular masks in the show (i.e. you can’t physically remove it, like how LadyWiFi tried back in S1 with LB’s mask, since it’s magic). You can eat through it, it just looks a bit weird to others.

★ armor:

It’s not exactly armor, but the costume (specifically the red pieces) is more reinforced and protected (took some inspo from Mister Bug’s costume, which I really like).

I know it probably looks a bit flat, I’m just not well-versed with drawing armor lol.

★ weapon/tools:

I took inspo from some concept art images i found on the MLB wiki:

Red Beetle is less reliant on Lucky Charms, using them more so for the fixing/setting everything back to normal, than as a way to solve the problem (unless it’s like a weapon/weapon adjacent).

★ other modifications:

Okay so, your body does have slight changes when transformed (this goes for ALL Miraculous Users, in my mind). I.E. you’re taller and more muscular, than you are as a civilian. As an adolescent, it’s not really noticable (you still buff out and tower over everyone when transformed, dw all you tall queens/kings/royals), but adult/mature users, (ex. Hawkmoth and Mayura), have a She-Ra effect, they grow to like 8ft (2,44m) tall (or taller). I got this idea from this post.

Also, I know my drawing might look like a skinny twink, but the only thing that I mention about your/[Y/N]’s appearance/body is height and build (i.e. you’re tall and muscular/strong), and even then, it’s mostly when you’re transformed into Red Beetle.

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★ author's note: with this design, I wanted to stray a lot from Marinette’s Ladybug, mostly cuz her fit was UGLY, but it also doesn’t really work with the [Y/N] I’m going for. They’re a lot more closed off, so I thought a more armored/protected look, where even most of their face is covered, would fit better. Also [Y/N]’s main goal with the Miraculous is to protect her family (Astrid and future pals) and they couldn’t realistically do that in a spandex suit lol. ANYWAYS, hope you enjoyed this little art rant, I might do Adrien/Chat soon (his won’t be as detailed no promises)!

[yaut-jaknowit]

With Her Fingers

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x Reader (AFAB, gender neutral)

Word count: 3210

Warnings: size kink, praise kink, slapping, pain kink, tiny prey/predator kink, light bondage, little cum eating, light dom/sub. If there's any I missed, let me know!

Summary: You don't know what to name your relationship with Gawtin. You're close to her and believe she feels the same to you. It had been a decent day. What you considered fall to be was rolling through. The day wasn't too hot nor too cold for you. Yet, the planet was still too harsh to sit out in the sun for too long. You're chilling underneath a stray tree and watching Gawtin spar with a random male. Just seeing her easily demolish the male has heat flushing your cheeks. Then, she's gives you a look and you're done for. You run for it.

Author note: I had asked about writing smut and what you guys wanted. Someone wanted female/female so I whipped it up for them!

Ao3

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Smut below the cut

Minors DNI leave, go away, come back another day

There was something about Gawtin that enticed you. She drew your attention away from the task at hand. You were supposed to be drawing her form as she sparred with another Yautja; a male by the looks of it. His smaller frame had a familiar bulkiness to Gawtin. He stood no chance against her due to this. Genetics weren’t in his corner at this point.

The way he struggled with this fight told you so. He was losing, quickly. One misstep almost got him down for the count. He stumbled back, luck on his side for just a moment. Gawtin swung her wooden stick and barely missed him by just hair. It left the bigger Yautja open for just enough time that the male was able to jab his own weapon into her stomach.

With the ends narrow and a great amount of force, Gawtin grunted and took a couple steps back, head slightly bowed. She whipped it up with a furious look in her eyes that made your legs squeeze together. Her tresses slapped harshly against her flesh as she stared him down. You didn’t need to see him to know there was fear in his eyes.

He knew that move was a bad idea after he preformed it. His mandibles pulled tightly. The female roared threateningly and dropped her staff before charging at him, arms splayed out. Her movements were swift, almost unnaturally fast in your eyes.

Gawtin rammed into him with all of her strength and knocked him straight to the ground. One thing smart about the male, he used the force to roll backwards. He was able to get back onto his feet with barely a beat missed.

That left Gawtin without a weapon to defend against the male. Not that she needed one. He swung it at her but she simply tore it out of his hands and snapped the wood in two. Holy fuck. That was hot.

Red dusted your cheeks as you realized your thoughts. Well, you’ve tested the waters with Gawtin on same-sex sex with her. There’s a reason why her middle, ring finger, and thumb on her right hand are dulled. She’s also learned how to eat you out without scratching with her teeth and mandibles.

When you get back to reality, you find Gawtin choking the male. His feet were held a good foot off the ground as he struggled to get her to release her hold. Not that she easily would. But what got you was her eyes were pinned to you. There was fire flickering in them. You read the look on her alien face, seeing her tongue softly poke out for a moment, and knew what that meant.

She knows. Oh, she knows.

You threw your sketch book to the side, pencil and erase with it, and began sprinting away. From all you’ve learning being around Yautja’s and their planet, there was nothing more exciting than the hunt. You had told Gawtin a little predator/prey could be something you enjoyed. Gawtin full heartily agreed with the biggest of smirks she could possibly make. That’s why you’re running away from her right now. You’ll be able to get to the tree line not far away, at the most. Her strides are long and powerful.

A screech behind you almost had you stumbles over your own feet. You were able to take a quick glance back at the sound and stopped yourself from laughing. Gawtin had thrown the male to side and came charging after you.

The sight of this bulky, well defined, green Yautja coming at you had you quickening your speed. Not that it helped much. This was a Yautja after all. Running away was impossible with the predicament you were in, her training you or not. That look on her face told you so.

Before you were ten feet from the tree line, a sturdy arm wrapped around your stomach. It pulled you flush with a warm frame. In return, you yelped and clawed at the limb instinctively. The frame began to rumble with a purr which helped you calm down. Gawtin turned you around and tossed your body over her shoulder then began a path towards her dwelling.

As she carried you, her tresses swaying caught your attention. You softly grabbed one and kissed it. Gawtin’s purring deepened, pace quickening.

Both of you passed the neighbors dwelling, Bziut-ty was outside, tending to her plants. She was babysitting Qui’oky for the two of you. When she saw Gawtin and you, one of her upper mandibles quirked up. “I guess I’ll be keeping little Oky with me tonight,” she teased. Your lips pressed tightly together as your eyes widened.

Claws dug into the flesh of your thighs. “Yes, I would appreciate that, Bee,” Gawtin thanked her, voice rougher than usual. A smirk graced your features before bringing the tresses back to your lips and licking it.

Her entire body tensed, talons possibly piercing your skin. She growled out your name in warning. Bziut-ty laughed whole heartily. Gawtin didn’t say anything else and marched straight into her dwelling and towards her room.

She sat down on the strange concave dent in the middle of the room called her bed. You were pulled from your potato sack position and deposited onto her lap. Gawtin forcing you to straddle her wide hips. A lower mandible brushed against your cheek as she stared down at you. On the other hand, you continued to hold her tress and gently stroked it.

“Do you consent?” she was straight to the point. Her hand petted the top of your head while staring into your eyes. A smile gracing your features.

“Yes, I do, love.” It wasn’t always a yes, especially during the mating season. Gawtin could easily overwhelm you and want far too much than you could dish out for her. But man, did you try and do your best. You do have to say, when she’s needy, she’s adorable. Don’t let her know that you ever said that though, she might suffocate you with her thighs. After she found out how much you loved her thick thighs, she’ll never let you live that down.

With a loud, short purr, Gawtin moved you the way she wanted. The Yautja placed your back against her chest, your legs hooked on the outer side of hers. All spread out for her. Gawtin doesn’t care about clothing, it’s simple to replace; plus, if you’re walking around naked… That’s something she wouldn’t mind at all.

Your clothes were torn away from your body and tossed somewhere in the room. A yelp escapes you when the soft clothe shirt was ripped off. You gave a normal reaction and attempted to cover up your chest at first. That wasn’t going to fly by Gawtin though. She snatched both of your wrists and pinned them being your head, elbows forced up.

“No hiding from me. I want see all of you,” Gawtin demanded, claws prickling against your skin. A heavy blush dusted your skin at her words. She pulled on her hold. “Keep your hands here. Move, there’ll be consequences.” You knew Gawtin kept to her word and listened to her with a nod. Today wasn’t a day you wanted to disobey her.

Gawtin purred again before using her claws and strength to fully undress you. Now, you were completely exposed to the powerful Yautja while she was still clothed.

A warm tongue licked at your neck, swiping away a drop of sweat. Your body tensed at the feeling before relaxing into her strong body. “Good,” she purred close to your ear. One of her hands roamed from your waist up to your exposed breasts, easily holding one in her palm. Something she quickly picked up on after the first time together.

Just the fact her hand could almost take up your entire chest made you squirm in her lap. Which, Gawtin was quick to fix with a stinging slap to the inside of your thigh. That made you howl and arch your back. She wouldn’t allow for you to escape from her hold unless you took back your consent. Then, she would stop everything and ensure you’re okay.

What she had did made your pussy fluttered emptily. A low moan pouring from your lips. “Please, Gawtin, I can’t sit still,” you begged. An action that was so not Yautja. Yet the sound of your pleading voice got her wild.

With the hand she had slapped you with, she cupped your sex, middle finger pressing between the slicking folds. Gawtin purred again and nuzzled her head against you. You mewled, hips canting forward. This added pleasure to the little things she was doing making you sigh high-pitched.

This time, Gawtin huffed and shook her head. The puff of air tickled the back of your neck. “Sit still, be good,” she urged.

At this point your arms were becoming tired. It went against her order, but you let them rest at your sides. The ends prickling. “I’m sorry, they were hurting,” you were quick to apologize for disobeying a previous order. It went to both of said orders.

“It’s alright, artful one,” she whickered and let her middle finger slowly rub through the slick starting to pool just at your cunt. It took all of your will not to move after Gawtin skimmed over your clit. “There you go. That’s good.” The praise settled well in your bones. You bowed your head and watched while Gawtin pleasured you. It couldn’t be helped, your cunt throbbing. You prayed she would end this teasing and fully embrace it.

All wishes don’t come true.

Gawtin pulled her lower hand away from your pussy and brought it up to her mouth. From your position, you couldn’t see what she was doing you already knew what was happening. You made a squeaking noise, eyes blown wide. She pinched one of your nipples at the sound, earning another yelp.

“I love the way you taste. Like those fruits from earth you had me try.” Your brain was slower to think up what she was talking about. A shy smile tugged at your lips at the reminder. When you were able to find peaches and have her try them, they were quickly loved by Gawtin.

Maybe, you’ll be able to find more soon. Before the mating season started.

Her hand returned to the slick between your legs. That same finger slowly petting your clit and wetting entrance that she was loving on. The other hand switched to the other breast, pinching a nipple between her sharp fingers. You mewled, legs threatening to close. Gawtin was quick to use her own to keep yours open wide. “Don’t tease me,” you begged, head thrown back against her chest. She let her hand roam up to your exposed throat.

Not an ounce of fear entered your body at this. Her talons were dragged across your skin, drawing goosebumps to appear. Gawtin didn’t verbally respond to your pleads. Instead, the Yautja let her middle finger to push into your cunt. Your back arched while you moaned. Her fingers were much thicker than yours. One of hers was almost the same width as two of yours. You could easily feel her finger slowly push into you.

A claw ran down your cheek bone and rested on your bottom lip. Your tongue tested the waters and licked up the sharp talon. Gawtin purred content behind you then forced her thumb into your mouth. Immediately, you began to suck and run your tongue along the finger.

All the while, Gawtin pulled her middle finger out only thrust it back in. The pad of her finger rubbed against your g-spot, further increasing the pleasure. She started up a decent pace. Your thighs trembled and wanted to pin her hand between them. But Gawtin’s thighs were far too strong for you. You were forced to take what she gave to you, even if you were greedy for more.

The female leaned her head over your shoulder. A couple of tresses spilling over with the movement. An idea slowly appeared in your mind. Your hand wrapped around one of her close tresses and rubbed your thumb against it. Her body quickly tensed, fingers thrusting deeper than expected. You moaned high pitched, toes curling. Your other hand clawed at her thigh, not leaving a single mark.

You felt heavy, hot breaths rolled over your naked shoulder and torso. There was a soft growl right next to your ear. The hand on your throat quickly wrapped around yours on her sensitive, rubbery, tubal dread. All you wished to do was return a little pleasure that she was giving you. Most days with her, you were the receiver, taking what she gave. Yet, you’ll try once in a while to return the favor as you the bottom. But the fierce Yautja wouldn’t allow for that.

She forced you to let go of her dread then reached over with that hand to the low nightstand. It rested at the edge of the alien bed you two were in. The lower drawer was pulled open, you knew what was inside of. “I-I don’t think that’s ne-necessary, love,” you stuttered and watched as she pulled out a silk-like fabric. It was longer than wide, perfect for what you knew she was about to do with it.

There had to be a smirk on her alien face that you couldn’t see. Gawtin pulled her fingers from your cunt. You whimper, hips canting forward.

A stinging slap met your inner thigh and caused your toes to curl. You yelped and jerked in her lap. Gawtin used the distraction to bend you over and grab both of your hands. “Wait, I’ll be good! I won’t touch,” you pleaded with the female but the words flew over her head. You already knew she wasn’t going to listen and proved you would disobey. That you have, more than once.

The silk-like fabric was one of the softest textures to touch your skin; you’ve never felt something like it before. It was used to tie your wrists together, one crossed over the other. Every time she touched you with hand of three dulled claws, you could feel your slick wiped onto your skin. Gawtin ended it by pressing her mandibles against your shoulder in a mock kiss. “Now, you won’t touch.” You decided to pull against the knots to test if she had done them correctly. There’s never been a chance that she hasn’t done so before. It didn’t hurt to try nevertheless.

Gawtin returned everything back into your previous position besides where your hands were. When she entered your pussy again, she let another finger slip in. Your toes curled again as you leaned heavily onto her chest. The furs underneath your feet soft against your skin. Then, she used her thumb to gently play with your clit. Her other hand leisurely teasing one of your nipples.

Your hands could only claw at her stomach. A curse flew from your lips, legs beginning to tremble more noticeable now. But, Gawtin didn’t quicken or slow her pace; something she learned from your first few times together.

Dark, dark green dreads dragged over your shoulder. “I love the way you look with my fingers inside of you.” Your eyes widened, pussy throbbing around her thrusting fingers. Gawtin pressed her mandibles against your shoulder once more before opening them as wide as possible. The dull pink tongue slithered over the soft tissue of your shoulder. She carefully latched onto the meat there without piercing your skin.

It wasn’t the pain that helped you. No, it was the implication of how dangerous she is to you. Gawtin could easily kill you with a simple swipe of her claws. Instead, she was pleasuring with them.

Your moans gained pitch. Your body tensing, muscles growing rigid under her administrations. Her name was finally screamed to the heavens. You wanted to curl in on yourself but Gawtin wouldn’t let that happen. She wrapped an arm around your chest and held you to hers. Her entire torso vibrated as you came around her fingers. Your cunt throbbing and soaking her fingers and hand.

When your body eased on the twitching, Gawtin removed her fingers and brought them up to your mouth. Immediately, you opened your lips. Her digits slid inside and rested on your tongue. The sweet, yet tangy taste of your cum assaulted you. It caused you to hum around them, eyes drifting close. Your tongue licking it away.

It wasn’t the best taste in the universe, to be honest. Yet, when Gawtin forced you such on her digits covered in your cum… You wouldn’t turn down that offer.

Gawtin purred loudly then removed them from your mouth. Then, she rotated your body to face her. Both of your shins rested against the soft pelts that covered the bed. You were straddling her and look up at her alien face.

Both arms are still tied behind you; they probably be that way for awhile. So, you did your best to show your love to her. Your lips connected to the softer patch of skin between her mandibles; a place you could think her nose would be if she had one.

A dry hand cradled the back of your head. Her blazing purple eyes burned into yours. You had pulled only a couple of inches away from her. Gawtin nuzzled her eyebrow against your temple, eyes softly closing.

There was a settling, content tiredness beginning to sit in your bones. You tugged against your bonds, desperate to touch her, wrap your arms around her bulky frame.  Gawtin sees the wanting in your eyes after she pulled away. Then, the Yautja decided to pull one side of the loose ends of the fabric. It loosened. Your arms immediately wrapped around her neck. One wrist was still bound with it.

“That was amazing. Thank you,” you said with a gentle tone. Your hips humped forward against her red shorts. The slick that coated your labia was whipped onto her clothing. It couldn’t be helped, there was a smirk on your face. You completely knew what you were doing.

That look in Gawtin’s eye told you she already knew.

She laughed, mandibles clicking together then reached over to the nightstand again. The bottom drawer opened once more. A wooden box was pulled out. “I finally get to use the new toy I bought a couple of weeks ago.” Your mouth dropped as a blush covered your face. Gawtin chittered with laughter and gave you a look.

Uh oh.

[avatarkv]

The joke’s on me. (Exile)

After you have finally escaped the brutality of Quaritch, your feet wandered carelessly to Eywa-knows where. With no clan to return to, you will never guess where you end up at— the root of it all.

“How could I have brought war back to you if it never left the first place? Do not put the blame on me, oh great mighty warrior, I have already been long shouldering my clan’s battle cries— you have no idea.” (first part)

Content and warnings: Jake Sully x Reader! Age gap (reader is in her 20s while jake is mid 30s.) Mention of death/violence. Important author’s note at the end, do read it to avoid confusion!

Run.

You don’t know where to, you don’t know until when— your feet carried blisters and scratches along the unfamiliar pathway and harsh debris. It has been days, you kept in mind, but the adrenaline from escaping the cold shackles from that wretched place fueled you to keep going. You have no idea how long you were held captive and you couldn’t be bothered to know; the more you remained, the more the prayers grew desperate— death was already a blessing. All the test, the blood, and skin drawn was enough reason to keep going.

Miles Quaritch, you’ve learned, his name etched in every fiber of your being. You would come back for him—you won’t rest until he suffers on your very hands.

Your legs betrayed you, however, now wobbling from the fatigue. The rush was wearing off and the bruises stung all together. Eywa please give me strength, you faltered, just a bit more. You cried out for your Ikran one last time and still it was nowhere to be found no matter how much you screeched your lungs out, but you refused to mourn for another in such a short time. She is alive and probably far off.

Finally, you stopped. It was pouring and you scrambled to drink from the large leaves, the relief slightly burning your sore throat. You grunted loudly in exhaustion, trying to wash your face from the muck and the icky feeling of dry blood. There was no time to cry nor any to process your grief— you needed help and you needed it fast. The sky people remain among them and they would stop at nothing to get what they want.

In the distance, someone scurries at the sight of an unfamiliar na’vi on hunting territory. He hid himself before all the greenery while clutching the loaded bow, ready to retaliate. You were in apparent distress, but he couldn’t falter on a possible enemy.

“Who are you?” And that was his mistake, making himself known. Now terribly alarmed, you quickly ran to blend with your surroundings, immediately catching him off guard. He frantically examined the place— plants, trees, more plants. He readied his bow, movements sharp and steady.

You were never taught to conflict with danger face first so with quiet steps, you sneaked behind him, twisting him harshly by the mouth and pinning him down. He gulped, feeling the sharp make-shift dagger inches from his throat. Only now did you get a good look of his face—he was a kid. His breathing deepened, clearly panicked from the full grown Na’vi taking him down.

“Who are you?” This time you asked, inching the weapon closer.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan” He answered after a beat, “From the Omatikaya Clan. I did not intend to frighten you, let alone do harm.”

“Yet you draw out your bow, boy?”

“You’ve frightened me,” Your grip slowly loosened as you finally stood, grabbing him by the hand to pull him up. “What are you doing outside territory?”

“Take me to your Tsahik and you will get your answers.” Unconsciously dusting his back from the dirt, you take a good look at him, checking if you did anything serious.

The younger was troubled—troubled between following an elder and possibly bringing home danger. Neteyam was a good kid, you can tell by the way his tone remained gentle despite the situation. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you gave him a stiff grin of reassurance. “You will need my help, trust me.”

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“You brought home a stranger?” Their voices were loud inside their home, despite their effort of keeping it down. It started with them whispering, then shouting, then whispering again. They scolded each other and you could only feel a bit sorry for Neteyam who agreed to take you to their place shortly after.

“What was I to do? Leave her alone while the night approaches?” He reasoned, “She needed help and I got her here, that’s it. If she turns out to be a problem, let father take care of her.”

“Not until father skins you first,”

“Lo’ak you’re not helping.”

Horns blasted in the distance, a signal of arrival. Your head turned to the once empty space, now crowded with eager onlookers. They welcomed the approaching warriors, a few to check up on their loved ones. There was a tug on your heartstrings as you watched the families—the parents and their children.

The flap from behind opens as the four quickly go out, the little one smiling from ear to ear as she yells out “Sempul!”. Your eyes followed to where she ran to, the others walking right after. Your chest tightened and you noticed the change in your demeanor.

In all of his glory, the Toruk Makto. A button was pushed the moment he dismounted his Ikran, scanning the crowd that slowly surrounded him and the other warriors—your insides were on fire and both your palms balled tightly. He was here—no. You were here. In his home. You.

You felt ridiculed, almost as if what had happened was a big punchline. You have only known this man from stories— from the songs of your folk! How could you have possibly known that you’d somewhat follow his very son to his clan? The consequence of his stay bred conflict— his very presence a menace. It resulted in the death of many, including your family. You needed someone to blame; someone to help carry the burden of bloodshed and you shamelessly threw it on him. In your mind, you hurt him over and over.

Jake Sully, the second name you’ve learned that had wronged you terribly. You wanted nothing more than to claw his eyes out—to draw blood.

He embraced his family lovingly; you noticed the lack of presence from a mother, but you couldn’t care less. You were fuming, almost as if smoke blew from your ears. Kiri whispers something to his ear and immediately, his eyes are on you, staring intently.

“Who are you?” He asked, walking towards your unmoving figure near his home. His hand was tightly gripping your forearm as he pulled you close. Jake Sully knew that he shouldn’t be too welcoming in times like this; there were already multiple reports of dream walkers outside their vicinity and he couldn’t risk the safety of his clan—of his family, but you couldn’t speak at all. Your gaze was hard on him and he felt uneasy. “Speak or you leave.”

His accent was thick and his tone dripped of authority, but his insides churned in worry. He scanned your features; the stripes that traveled your face and the dots littered across—but most of all, it was the many wounds he noticed. You were scared yet the strong gaze you held almost said otherwise.

“Let go, skxawng!” You hissed, almost like his mere touch had singed your skin.

“Skxawng?” He looked at you incredulously.

“Yes, you--!” And before you could tell him the ugliest profanities known to Pandora, a voice from the background halts both of you.

“Eywa has expected you here,” The Tsahik interrupted before the horde and in an instant, all eyes were on her. She walked towards us, gaze unwavering, “Let her stay.”

And that must have been the cruelest joke the great mother has bestowed— for you to find rest from the root of it all. You could feel the anguish heighten, drowning your already aching body. Then suddenly, the overlapping whispers tuned themselves out as your vision unfocused.

“No, I was only about to leave.” But it has been days, you reminded yourself; days of running, of hiding, and finding food. Every step you took, your feet wobbled—whether it was from exhaustion or the overwhelming silence, you didn’t know. However, after a quick breath, you collapsed. While the exhaustion finally made its way in your entirety, you have found warmth on somebody’s arms.

☆

You were pretty like this, he thought. Unlike the harsh approach a while ago, your still figure and relaxed visage was a stark contrast to today’s incident. Mo’at had already tended to your wounds and asked Jake Sully to watch over you– and watch, he did.

The lit torches scattered generously around the hut casted a glowing beam on your face as if it was intended for you to be seen like this; in a different light– but he couldn’t shake off the snarl off your face prior to meeting him. The great mother had intended this, but why? Your sudden movements startled him out of his chain of thoughts and only now did he realize he was staring.

“Tsahik?” You groaned,

“Wrong, try again.” His voice was enough for you to finally pry your eyes open and you were met with his tilted head, analyzing your every move. “She went to rest, it is already late.”

“So you think it’s okay to stare at a woman while she’s vulnerable?”

“You’re killing me here,” Jake stood, gathering the fruits he prepared beforehand.

Jake continued talking but his words drowned under the loudness of your thoughts– this was real and he was right in front of you; to let your emotions burst right here and now would be a mistake, so you kept it– now buried along the tears still unshed. It was cruel– cruel cruel cruel cruel cruel and you could only swallow loudly. If Jake had noticed the change in your demeanor, he doesn’t comment about it and passes you the now chopped food.

“Sky people,” Your eyes finally met his as you carefully formed the words needed to be said, “They have attacked our home and I could only run.” half a lie.

“And your family? Are they–”

“They are fine. They managed to save themselves and only I was separated.” You took a bite from the fruit and you slightly coughed– your throat was on fire and it hurt to gulp down.” But right now I need help to return to them. I want to fight back.”

And there it was again, the glint in your eyes. “Slow down, do you even know the way back to your clan?”

Your appetite was immediately gone after the question, your head hung low. You tried to remember– but you could only visualize all the red and darkness; the roughness of their hands and how they inflicted pain. “No, but it’s not enough reason for me to stop.”

“They are coming for you, Toruk Makto.”

His face visibly grimaced from the title, even flinching a bit. The fire crackled loudly and you both sat in overwhelming silence.

“Get some rest, we have a lot to do.” He stood and gathered his things, stepping forward the exit of the hut.

“We have a lot to do– what do you mean?”

“You want to return to your clan, no?” He looked back to your figure, an expression painted on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. “We must act immediately– tomorrow.”

☆ mauve here! i'm so so sorry to disappoint, but i have changed the pairings to jake sully x reader instead of neteyam. i often start my writings with no plans whatsoever /and honestly, it is such a bad trait of mine and now it's biting me right in the ass/ so pairing it with neteyam was an impulsive decision because i had no actual idea for how the fic was gonna work out (i think as i write) and now that i've written the second part, i realized how the plot would suit jake more.

with that being said, i will not be tagging anyone who asked to be on the list because they might have been expecting neteyam;((( i'm really sorry and i hope it isn't at all weird, switching to his literal father. however, if people do find this weird, i have no problems with taking it down and starting anew!

i will still be writing for neteyam! just not in this series. i have a dozen more drafts and i wish to finish all of it. i also take requests! <3

[itsupermanti]

The Rebirth of Pyrrha Nikos

Pyrrha(as her soul is seen floating through a dark void): How long has it been now?

Pyrrha: Since I went up that tower…

Pyrrha: Since I confronted that madwoman…

Pyrrha(recalling being stabbed through the chest with an arrow): Since I died…

Pyrrha(remembering her friends): I hope everyone was able to move on with their lives…

Pyrrha(not noticing a bright light appearing behind her): I just wish I could see them all again…

Pyrrha closes her eyes as the light grows brighter and engulfs her soul…

Pyrrha eyes open with a jolt as she feels her forehead collide with the hard ground beneath her.

Pyrrha(crying out in pain): OW!!!

Pyrrha(realizing that she feels pain after so long): Wait, what just happened?!

???: PYRRHA!!!

Pyrrha/Pyrrha(turning around to see a woman with seemingly black hair and red tips running towards her, her red cloak flowing behind her): Ruby?/MOMMY!!!

Pyrrha(realizing what she just said): DID I JUST CALL HER “MOMMY”?!?!?!

Ruby?(kneeling down to inspect Pyrrha, making Pyrrha realize the height difference between them): ARE YOU OKAY?! TELL MAMA WHERE IT HURTS!!!

Pyrrha(rubbing her forehead with tears in her eyes): I hit my head when I fell…

Pyrrha(confused): What’s going on? Why do I sound like…

Pyrrha(as she catches a glimpse of her body): I’M A LITTLE KID?!?!?!

???: Ruby what happened?!

Pyrrha(recognizing the voice): Wait, is that?

Pyrrha(turning to the voice as an adult Jaune runs up to them): PAPA!!!

Pyrrha(freaking out): PAPA?!?!?!

Ruby(picking up Pyrrha): It’s okay Dear.

Ruby(walking up to her husband): Our little girl just hit her head.

Pyrrha(internally): YOUR LITTLE GIRL?!?!?!

Pyrrha(out loud): It really hurt…

Ruby(giving Pyrrha to Jaune): Now if you’ll excuse me…

Ruby(turning around and drawing her weapon): I HAVE A TREE TO CHOP DOWN!!!

Pyrrha(scared as Ruby proceeds to reduce the tree to mere splinters): What’s going on?…

Pyrrha(suddenly seeing a flash of memories of a different life): Wait…I REMEMBER NOW!!!

Jaune(turning to Pyrrha): Are you sure your okay sweetie?

Pyrrha(freaking out): I’M NOT OKAY!!!

Pyrrha(as she realizes just what has happened as she is shown to resemble a mini Ruby with blonde tips and bronze colored clothing): I JUST REINCARNATED AS MY BEST FRIENDS’ DAUGHTER!!! THE DAUGHTER THEY NAMED AFTER ME!!!

Pyrrha(looking at her father’s worried face with her now SILVER eyes): I’m fine Papa.

Pyrrha(screaming internally): AND MY FIRST CRUSH IS NOW MY FATHER!!!

Ruby(walking up and kissing Pyrrha on the forehead): Let’s go home and get you some ice, okay sweetie?

Pyrrha(rubbing her forehead): Yes please…

Ruby(grabbing Pyrrha and hugging her close): We swear not to let anything like this EVER happen again!

Jaune(as they start walking home): We promise.

Pyrrha(eyes wide as she sees what Ruby did to the tree she fell from): What the hell happened to them after I died?!

The family of three walk away from the pile of saw dust that used to be the tree Pyrrha fell from…

To Be Continued…

Author’s Note; A little fun idea I came up with on @notmaplemable ’s discord server. Let me know what you all think about this new fun AU.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

I drove 5hrs to the beach today, and about 1hr in I was reminded of Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters (2013), and how I need to watch it again.

Which of course led me to the inevitable.

What if there was a Supercorp version?

Now, I know what you're probably thinking-- Kara and Alex as the siblings, Lena as the outlier white witch, right?

WRONG.

The answer is clearly Lena and Lex as the witch hunters and Kara as the outlier white witch. Because clearly Lex and Lena would be dope with the weapons and tech and tactics for hunting witches, and the idea of Lex being the one forced to stuff his face with sweets as a kid is just golden.

I think their dynamic would be the same as in the film-- mostly equal with Lena having the slight edge in authority. Mostly because she has a knack for knowing where witches are and how each one operates, and Lex learns to trust her judgment. Though most of the time they're on the same page to the point they know what each other are thinking and can finish each other's sentences.

Meanwhile Kara is the woman accused of being a witch who they save from the townspeople when they first arrive. She and Lena obviously have immediate chemistry, and Lena is definitely into Kara's interest in her, but is all about business first. Too many kids are going missing.

But things hit a snag when, after an altercation where Lex and Lena are separated, Kara finds Lex with mortal wounds, and uses her magic to heal him. When he finds out, his good nature towards her disappears and he regards her with nothing but contempt.

"You saved my life," he snarls, "so I won't kill you today. But if I see you again..."

The threat goes without saying.

"And fucking stay away from my sister."

Kara stays away for a while, but when she learns information vital to the search for the children, she has to risk the peace.

She finds them in the tavern, and though Lena smiles at the sight of her, Lex immediately draws his weapon.

"She's a witch," he tells Lena, anticipating her confusion.

In an instant, Lena's weapon is out and leveled at Kara, her expression cold and hard. Kara quickly lifts her hands.

"Do I look like a witch to you?"

Lena tilts her head towards Lex. "She has a point."

"Humans don't use magic."

Lena's head tilts the opposite direction, casting a long look at Kara. "He has a point."

"I saved his life, that's all," Kara reminds Lex. "Where I come from that would be cause for gratitude, not suspicion."

At that, Lena's eyes narrow. "Our instincts are the only reason we've survived this long," she says, voice razor sharp. She glares hard at Kara for a long moment, but then slowly releases the hammer on her pistol.

"But sometimes they're wrong." Thrusting the gun back in its holster, Lena turns her chin towards her brother, ready for his protest. "Not often," she says swiftly. "But sometimes."

"Lena..." Lex warns, holding out a few moments longer.

"Do you deny she saved your life?" Lena shoots back.

Lex scowls. "No," he admits, glaring at Kara like he'd rather she'd left him to die.

Lena is less bothered. She turns her chair backwards and sits astride it, resting her elbows on the table as she looks at Kara intently.

"So. Let's talk."

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Lies Late at Night

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober Day 4. Canon Divergent AU. Hiccup won the honor to kill the Nightmare, but before he could, the Nightmare mysteriously disappeared. Now it’s been three years and his father still doesn’t know about Toothless and the Dragon Riders.

Warning: /

Rating: General

Characters: Hiccup, Stoick

Pairing: /

Words: 1 011

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon, Race To The Edge

Prompt: Hiding an injury, Betrayal, Lying

Whumpee: Hiccup, Stoick

Author’s Notes: Thought of this AU, don't have a name for it yet, but I can see the potential for a lot more fics for this one.

Enjoy!

@ailesswhumptober

XOXOX

As quietly as he can, Hiccup tries to open and close the front door to his home. It's late. Much later than he told his dad he'd be. And as luck would have it; his father sits at the fire. He’s been waiting for him, stoking its dying embers.

A pot hangs above it. Hiccup wonders if whatever used to be in it is still edible. He hasn’t eaten since this morning, but he doesn’t hunger for a hearty dinner.

Stoick knows he’s there, he knows he does. Even so, Hiccup tries to sneak past him up the stairs.

Unfortunately, he’s limping and that means he doesn’t get very far without drawing attention. His prosthetic is quite loud on the wooden floor. He can hear the stool under his father creak as the mountainous man rises.

Hiccup freezes just shy of walking up the stairs. His face is in a grimace, bracing himself for what could possibly turn into a lecture.

“You’re late,” his father starts, hands on his hips. It’s a very father-like way of standing and Hiccup can’t look at him.

“Uh, yeah. I, uh… I got held up,” Hiccup explains briefly.

“You got held up? While fishing?” Stoick asks. His son doesn’t need to look to know that at least one eyebrow is raised in suspicion. Not only did he return with no fish to show for his efforts, but the gear he has is not one would usually take with them on a trip to the nearest lake. Not unless his way of catching fish is by clubbing it over the head with the hilt of a sword.

He knows it’s a collapsible sword. Stoick doesn’t understand how it is in any way a reliable weapon.

“Uh, yea-yeah? Anyway, gotta go to bed. Need to get up bright and early tomorrow for work, right?” Hiccup chuckles awkwardly as he tries to cut this conversation short. He’s so tired. He’s tired and in pain and he wants to go to bed.

His father might’ve actually let him go with that one. Hiccup once earned the right to kill the Nightmare, but the dragon mysteriously disappeared and with it disappeared any hope of a connection between father and son.

Not because of Stoick, however. He assured him that they would catch another Nightmare to prove his worth with. It was Hiccup who suddenly pulled away and distanced himself from his father as far as he could go. It no longer feels like they even live in the same house anymore and Stoick has absolutely no idea why.

In a way, it broke the man and that’s why- three years later- he won’t question his son’s whereabouts anymore.

The rest of the village might complain to him about their lackluster heir, but he has lost the will to fight with his son. Hiccup is 18, if he couldn’t change to be one of them earlier, he’s not going to now. At least he still has his friends, for however long they’ll stick around. At least for the time being Astrid seems fond of him. Hiccup won’t let either of them cross this distance between them, but at least he doesn’t have just him and Gobber in his life.

Unfortunately for the both of them, however, he’s limping and his father is still his father.

“Son? Are you hurt?” Hiccup winces at the question.

He and Toothless made a bad fall, dislocating his weak knee. Astrid reset it, but that doesn’t mean he’s not still hurting and his knee isn’t still swelling.

But he can’t tell his dad that. He doesn’t know about Toothless or the missions they do together. No one in the village knows about the Dragon Riders and it’s for the best. If they did... He refuses to imagine what would happen to their dragons if they told anyone. It’s the one thing keeping Snotlout and the twins quiet about their secret.

“Uhm, I-I slipped. It was muddy out there and-and you know how clumsy I am, dad,” Hiccup makes an excuse and one his dad doesn’t believe. He sighs heavily and Hiccup’s chest constricts, he aches knowing that his dad is disappointed in him. They both know he’s lying.

From the corners of his eyes, he dares to look at his old man. Stoick rubs in his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He can see the migraine growing.

But just like they both know he’s lying, they also know that neither of them are trying anymore.

“Did you at least visit Gothi?” Stoick asks.

“Of course!” He responds eagerly.

Hopefully, it’ll ease his father’s heart. He hasn’t forgotten yet how he responded to his friends returning him to the village with a terribly mangle leg. The limb was nearly lost in an attempt to rid the Archipelago of the Red Death, but it was in vain. She’s still in that volcano, ruling with an iron fist and bringing death to the Barbaric Archipelago. He and the rest of the Dragon Riders almost lost their lives fighting this behemoth only to find out that she was quite untouchable. And so, the only alternative was to help dragons escape the nest.

“It’s, eh, a minor injury, so,” Hiccup gives him a thumbs up. He hopes to at least assure his father that he’s okay.

But his father sighs and walks back over to the stool to drop down onto it. He should be glad that his son is okay, he should be relieved, but all he can think of is how Hiccup is still lying to him and how he would’ve hidden his injury if Stoick hadn’t caught him.

Hiccup’s guilt grows, he looks away.

“Hiccup… son… When will you finally tell me the truth again?” The question is asked so quietly, he’s not even sure if Stoick meant for him to hear it.

“I don’t know, dad,” Hiccup responds even quieter and limps up the stairs. He heads up to his loft to drop down onto his bed and hopefully leave this day far behind him.

[stardustdiiving]

What popular familial headcanons do you not like? If you're willing to share, of course

This post was specifically about parent / child interpretations of Zhongli & Xiao and Nahida & Wanderer ! which r my favorite genshin character dynamics and also involve my two category 5 genshin blorbos . Like obvious disclaimer I don’t have a problem with people liking said hcs but I have kind of a bad grudge against both bc I’m a bit polarized out of people just Really Really insisting on them whenever I talk / make fanworks about the characters ☹️ along with just really not liking the characterizations attached to both dynamics esp in how they handle Xiao & Nahida

Elaborating on both for fun & how I like to characterize them under the cut

I like Zhongli & Xiao as a form of character study where you kind of lean into the god/follower power dynamic and the way Xiao’s idea of duty/devotion blends with his internalized dehumanization. The idea is Xiao gives Zhongli a lot of power over him bc he wants to be devoted to Zhongli as a weapon more than a person while Zhongli is, used to being in a position of power but trying to navigate around this bc he wants Xiao to learn to exist outside suffering

Its not a very actively destructive dynamic for either of them but it’s kind of challenging Xiao’s dehumanization of himself and willingness to die/suffer for Zhongli out of a deeply engrained loyalty and devotion to him. I like zhongxiao (their ship) in the sense I think it can be fun to throw in very unbalanced complicated romantic feelings into this for added drama/ambiguity because I had my brain chemistry rewired by Pearl & Rose from Steven Universe when I was 11. I was so captivated by the idea of Pearl having such an intimate and tragic and self destructive devotion towards another woman it single handedly made me comphrend the fact I could gay

I’m just really not into the father/son portrayal bc I feel it’s just really awkward and weird to do any of the complicated emotional introspection or w/e I’m interested in doing w the dynamic through that lens. Also there’s only so many times u can draw zhongxiao and have people insist on interpreting it as father/son (?????? Soemtimes even while acknowledging i specific my work as romantic omg) before you just get kind of uncomfortable with it….im not a fan of the characterizations either…I feel ppl infantilize xiao a lot and EURFH idk it just makes me uncomfortable to think about bc of how I view the characters personally yk

Nahida & Wanderer I do enjoy exclusively platonically / even as found family, but I am a rare case of being a Nahida fan over a Scaramouche fan so it doesn’t do much for me when Nahida is reduced to being his mom/therapist/etc especially when a big reason I love hat radish is the way both characters compliment each other and make the dynamic a fun ground for mutual character study

I specifically don’t like her as a maternal figure because well. Nahida is a 500 year old child and I think this is important to her character & how she furthers the themes of Sumeru. The entire reason she’s neglected her entire life is bc she’s a child and the sages disregard the idea a child has any “useful” wisdom to offer them and feel emboldened to mistreat her because of that. Its that kind of mindset that we’re in conflict with throughout Sumeru. To have the Archon be a child who is still really smart and full of wisdom is like. Thematically sound to the story when the message is essentially don’t use wisdom/knowledge as a way to disregard people and seek only power/control. Its that exact mindset that Scaramouche, as an antagonist, is the cumulation of in the AQ

So to have him come to respect Nahida and listen to her is really sweet, and I think it’s additionally sweet when you lean into this kinda duality of Nahida being really wise and in a position of authority but also a kid, and Wanderer 100% rolls with it. (Especially given the fact Wanderer is established to have a soft spot for kids, I like imagining Nahida’s more childish qualities put him at ease and r something he actively likes about her—which is sweet when it’s her childishness that she was disregarded for yk) I think ppl struggle to grapple with that kind of contradiction of Nahida being a child on some level but not the same as an average human child, which is a shame bc that’s something I like seeing interpretations on

So with all of this in mind if I am viewing a character as a child where a big part of her character is it was wrong to disregard her as a God of Wisdom bc she’s a child, I don’t exactly find it really appealing or cute to have her dynamic with a character who is absolutely treated like an adult man in the writing be her parenting him and tending to all of his emotional angst 😵‍💫 the way it’s done esp with Scara being likened to an immature edgy teenager son here (which is kinda ooc to me) while ppl insist on Nahida being the mom feels very. Well. I am not really a fan of the idea of a female character being reduced to the mom friend and people being more willing to view a fictional adult male character as a “teenager” than the girl who again I feel is on a certain level written as a child? I and unfortunately it makes up maybe 70% of Nahida showing up in fanon NSJNDJCKDNND

[iheartyouyou]

Someone told me to give this to you | JJ Maybank

Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6k

warnings: angst (ish?), cuss words, not proofread (yet!) and maybe more. idk

Summary:  Your friend thinks that JJ Maybank has a crush on you after one day he handed you a sharpie, claiming that someone told him to give that to you. Your friend convinces you to test the waters, giving him a random object and claiming the same thing, “someone told me to give this to you”. One thing leads to another, erupting with drama and confessions. (sorry y’all i suck at summarizing stuff)

Authors Note: I had a dream abt this, so I turned it into a fic.  Enjoy!

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯-

The last bell rang, signaling school was over. You and your friends quickly exited, making your way to your guys’ spot that was in front on the school. You each waited there till the very last person left, which, would be you. You walked home, so you were able to leave whenever you wanted to.

“We we’re planning to walk to Barry’s after school, who’s coming?” Your friend Samantha asks. Barry was the drug dealer who lived in the neighborhood in front of your high school.

“I’ll come. I have some money.” You say, digging into your pockets. “I’m in.” Your other friend Melissa says, not once removing her eyes from her phone.

“Alright, so we’ll leav—“

“Hey.” You hear someone say, turning around, you’re met with JJ. You didn’t really know him well, other then the fact he hung out with John B and had the same History class as you. You also knew he was a trouble maker, vandalizing school property, smoking on campus, not listening to teachers, bringing weapons to school and etc.

You don’t answer, instead you look up at him, meeting his eyes. You guys have never talked, so this would be officially the first time talking to one another. You look down, noticing he was holding a sharpie. A blue one to be exact. “Someone told me to give this to you.” He says, looking at you expectantly. 

You cheeks start turning red. You had no idea why though. You hardly knew this dude. “Thank you?” You say confused, quickly grabbing the marker from him. He just nods at you before walking away.

You look at the marker, who told him to give this to me? 

“Awww, look at Y/N! She’s blushing.” Samantha points out. “She looks like a tomato!” 

You roll your eyes. “Whatever.” 

-

You decided to keep the marker. You had no sharpies and it was a nice color. 

“Want a balloon?” Your friend, Macy offers. “Sure.” You say, taking the balloon before blowing air into it. You tie the balloon off, deciding it looked boring, you took the same marker from yesterday out, drawing a silly face on the balloon.

You can feel a pair of eyes on you, so you turn, meeting Macy’s stare. “You kept it?”

“The sharpie?” You ask, finishing the silly face with a some eyebrows. “Yeah. What was that about anyways?” 

You shrug. “Maybe he got the wrong person or something.”

“I doubt that, he knows who you are and if he got the wrong person, he wouldn’t have gave you it.”

You throw the marker back into your backpack, not really caring where it landed. “I don’t know. It’s just a marker.” 

“Maybe he likes you?” She suggests, blowing air into her balloon. You snort. “Just because a guy gives me a marker, does not mean he likes me. Oh, he also said “someone told me to give this to you” so it wasn’t even from him.”

“Maybe he just said that as an excuse, you don’t know.” 

“Oh yeah sure! Some random guy that I barely talked to for the first time yesterday has a crush on me so he decided to give me a marker.”

“I was just saying, you know how people say ‘asking for a friend’ after asking a question? It could’ve been like that, you never know!” She says excitedly, tying the balloon off. “Yeah, no.”

She elbows you lightly. “Look.” She says, motioning to behind you. “There he is. Why don’t you test that theory?”

“And how do I ‘test’ this theory?” You say, watching as JJ sits down at the same table as John B. “Give him the balloon. Just tell him someone told you to give it to him.”

“I’m not doing that.” You say, turning back around to look at her. “Why not?” You don’t respond.

“If i’m wrong, then i’m wrong. But… if i’m right, then i’m right.”

You scrunch your face up in confusion. “And what was the point of—“

“Please, just do it. For me?” She says.

You mentally groan. “Fine, but if you’re wrong, i’m never listening to you ever again.” You hesitantly stand up and start making your way over to his table. Were you really gonna do this? Over a marker? You should just turn back now then— “Hi!” You say, approaching the two boys. They both look up at you. “Someone told me to give this to you.” You say, giving the balloon to him. JJ examines the balloon before responding. “Thank you?” 

“Yeah, yeah… no problem.” You say, nodding over to John B before making your way back to Macy. You couldn’t believe you just did that, what the hell.

“You were wrong.” You say, sitting back down next to her.

-

You rush into class, placing your books on your desk before sitting down in your desk. Relief sinking in as the bell rang, proving that you weren’t late.

“Hey.” Someone says from beside you, startling you. 

“Hey?” You say, looking at the person who was sitting next to you. It was JJ. Great. He was probably going to confront you about the balloon. You knew you shouldn’t have done that, fucking Macy.

But instead of confrontation, he whips out a eraser, handing it to you. It was one of the big bulky ones. “Someone told me to give this to you.” You widen your eyes, totally not expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

-

This happened for months. The two of you giving each other random stuff and using the “someone told me to give this to you” excuse. It was like a inside joke between you guys. It happened almost everyday, and if not everyday, every week.

“Y/N!” You watch as JJ jogs towards you, stopping in front of you, a folded piece of paper in his hand. He holds it up, grinning from ear to ear. “Someone told me to give this to you.” 

You take the note. “Thanks, JJ.” He watched you expectantly. “Open it.”

You quirk your eyebrow up. “Right now?”

“Yes?” You unfold the piece of paper, reading the messy hand writing that was on it. “A party?”

“Yeah! You wanna come? It’ll be fun.” He says excitedly. “I’ll see if I can.”

JJ smiles at you. “Well, if you do, make sure to find me.” 

-

“Hey!” You shout over the music, watching as JJ poured himself a drink. He looks up, a smile forming onto his lips. “You came!” 

“Yeah!” He looks down at all the drinks on the table. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“No, I’m good. I came alone, so I can’t be drinking.” A frown etches onto his face. “You should’ve told me! I would’ve picked you up!”

You shrug. “I should’ve… anyway, who’s the host?”

“Sarah Cameron? You know her? Kook princess? She’s dating John B so I basically get to do whatever I want.” He says smirking, bringing his cup up to his lips.

“Oh, that’s cool!” You say, smiling at him. He looked good tonight, his hair was all messed up, he was wearing a muscle tee with a pair of shorts.

You and JJ hung out for a few more minutes until he ditched you to get drunk. He was the only person you really knew here, besides John B. Maybe you could go talk to him.

You make your way over to him, noticing that another boy, probably one of his and JJ’s friends, was sitting next to him, a bottle of water in his hands. “Hey.” You say. “Oh, hi. Y/N, right?” John B asks, giving a look to Pope before looking up at you.

“Yeah—“ You get interrupted by a girl screaming on the top of her lungs. The three of you turn your heads, watching as Sarah drunkenly stood up on one of the counters, a microphone in hand. “Shit.” John b mutters before quickly getting up and making his way to Sarah, helping her down before she fell.

It was just you and the boy who was sitting next to John B. “I’m Pope.” He says, offering his hand out. “Y/N.” You shake his hand. “You wanna sit down?” He offers, motioning to the spot John B was previously sitting in. You nod, sitting down next to him. 

It was awkward for a few moments before he spoke up. “Did you know that sleeping straight makes you taller?” 

You furrow your eyebrows. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does. Maybe not for you but…” He says. You fake offense. “Are you calling me short?” 

“No, i’m just saying—“ He bursts out laughing, causing you to laugh. “We just met and you’re already being mean!” 

“I’m just kidding!”

You both continue to crack jokes, making each other laugh and getting to know each other. Honestly, Pope was probably one of the funniest guys you’ve met. He was smart, and he used that to his advantage to make jokes and to get people to laugh. 

Pope cracks another joke, causing you to giggle. That’s when JJ, approaches the two of you, a crushed can in his hand and smoke practically coming out of his ears. “What the fuck are you guys doing?” 

You look up at him, confused as to why he was acting like this. You decide to crack a joke, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, we’re just ha—“

“Y/N, can we talk?” He says through gritted teeth. Your face drops, did you do something wrong? “Sure.” 

He grabs your wrist, snatching you up and he drags you across the house, shoving you into a room. “What’s going on?” 

“Why are you acting like a slut?” He asks, throwing the crushed can behind you. “Slut?” You say, pain rising in your voice.

“You’re hanging out with my bestfriend, giggling and shit.” He says, running his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry? Am I not supposed to do that?”

“No.”

“How was I supposed to kno—“

“I told everyone that you were my girl, you can’t be embarrassing me by doing that shit.”

Confusion hits you. “Girl?” He stays silent and starts pacing around the room, mumbling profanities to himself. “You’re a asshole.” You say, calmly. He looks up at you, clearly surprised by your words.

“First of all, I’m not a slut. Second of all, I can hang out with who I want. Third of all, I’m not your girl.” Tears start swelling up into your eyes. You didn’t know why, maybe because he called you a slut? Maybe because he told everyone you were his girl and you embarrassed him and yourself? You didn’t know.

The redness in his face was going away, he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

“I—I’m leaving, JJ. You go tell everyone that we ‘broke up’”

You walk out, slamming the door behind you before making your way through the people that were staring at you. You really just wanted to get out of there.

-

JJ fucking Maybank.

If you heard that name again, you were actually going to explode. 

You went to school the following day. The whole day was filled with people asking you questions, about him. About if you guys were, “still together”, some people were curious, asking you what happened. He wasn’t there. But that didn’t mean you got nasty stares from his friends.

You tried to talk to Pope, but he quickly shut you down, claiming he had to be ‘loyal’ to JJ. You rolled your eyes at his statement, loyal my ass.

The next day, you didn’t go to school. You couldn’t handle the constant interrogation, and you tried, you really tried to tell people that you guys weren’t dating. Nothing was even going on. 

You spent that day at home, watching movies, sleeping, and overall just relaxing. You decided that, you would stay home tomorrow too, you know, just to prepare yourself.

The next day, you were planning to go on a walk. You needed the fresh air and you needed to stretch those legs. Yeah, you moved around but it was only to the kitchen, or the bathroom, and back to your bed. Probably a total of 40 steps. 

You were in the kitchen, getting your water bottle ready when you heard a knock on your door. Did your parents get home early? You did tell them you were sick and that you wouldn’t be going to school, but they wouldn’t knock— they had a key.

You look through the window, your mood turning sour as you watched the last person you wanted to see right now, on your porch. 

You open the door. “What do you want, JJ?” You say bluntly. He looked at your outfit, purple leggings with a sports bra on, and a messy ponytail to top it off. “Hey.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. You don’t respond, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t. After a few awkward seconds, you start to close the door but JJ puts his foot in the doorway, stopping the door from closing. “Wait!”

He pulls out a sharpie. The exact same color as the first one he gave you, but it wasn’t the original marker, because it was tucked neatly in your pen holder, which wasn’t really a pen holder because the only “pen” in there was the sharpie.

“Someone told me to give this to you.” He says, holding the sharpie out for you to take. 

You quirk your eyebrow up. “Is this your way of apologizing?” 

“Y-yeah?” 

You roll your eyes. “Wow! Thank you for apologizing with a sharpie. I appreciate it.”

You start to close the door, but JJ stops it again. “Okay, wait, wait!” He takes a deep breath before speaking. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to call you a slut— it’s just.. I got jealous. You never act that way around me and I really like you Y/N. You’re not a slut, shit, you would probably be the last person on earth to be a slut. I shouldn’t have told everyone you were my girl too— you’re not. I mean— you can be if you want to? But, I just didn’t want anyone to take you away from me, I wanted everybody to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s. I let jealousy get the best of me, and I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“You like me?” You gasp. That was probably the only thing you could make out from his ramble. 

“Yeah. But— but, it’s okay if you don’t like me back. You probably don’t cause i’ve been a real jerk, but I promise I can change! I really can, I’ll do whatever it takes—“

“JJ, you’re insane.” You start laughing. He took that the wrong way, his face dropping in realization that he really messed. “Shit— Y/N. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have came here. I—“

You interrupt him, crashing your lips into his. He smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist while your wrapped yours around his neck, pulling each other impossibly closer to one another.

You pull away from him, even though you didn’t want to, leaning your forehead against his. “Just— next time, instead of saying i’m your girlfriend, ask me properly?”

“Okay.” He whispers. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“No.” You say. JJ dropping his arms from your waist, retracting his forehead from yours. “What?”

You laugh at his reaction, earning a confused and hurt expression from him. Realizing this, you drop the act, pulling him back in. “I’m just kidding. I’ll love to be your girlfriend.