#hes learning self defense & shes learning patience

[auras-moonstone]

Hi, I love your work so much!! How about some hockey player!ethan and figure skater!reader? Maybe some enemies to lovers? Have a great day<3

everything has changed — ethan landry

word count: 2,150

pairing: hockey player!ethan landry x figure skater!fem!reader

summary: as punishment for his suspension, ethan is forced to become y/n's skate partner for a few weeks

Y/N AND ETHAN STOOD STILL INSIDE THE OFFICE AS THE INFORMATION SINKED INTO THEIR BRAINS. Their coaches looked at each other, wanting to ran off the room as to not deal with the eventual fury that would come from the teenagers that everyone knew despised each other.

"No fucking way!" Y/N finally exclaimed, harshly, as Ethan said at the same time, "I'd rather tore my ACL."

The boy's sentence earned him a glare from his coach. "Don't even joke about it, Landry."

"Y/N, it’s the only option. Unless you have someone else in mind who can replace James."

The girl’s shoulders slumped—she didn't, and as much as she didn't like Ethan, he was kind of perfect for the part. He skated flawlessly and he lifted weights twice as heavy as the girl, so he would have no problem lifting her for the tricks. But there was this tiny detail—Ethan Landry was the most infuriating, annoying and self-centered guy in the whole university. And now she needed him, which made him even more frustrating.

Y/N's skating partner broke his arm and the competition was five weeks away, and if she wanted to compete, she had to push her hatred aside for a few weeks.

"And I wasn't asking you, Landry. It is an order. Consider it your punishment, learn to be professional." his coach said in a determined tone.

Ethan sighed and covered his face with his hands. He had been suspended from hockey for three games after beating the opposite team's defense player almost into oblivion. The ice had been tainted scarlet and his knuckles still hurt, even he knew he had crossed a line. But after the player said the nastiest of things about his family, he couldn't think straight. And here he was now, forced to become a figure skater for three weeks with the girl he loathed the most in the world.

"After you, my love." Ethan said in a sour voice, holding the door of the office open for her. He had a smile so false that Y/N was tempted to slap it off his unfairly pretty face. He loved pushing her buttons, so when he saw her face of annoyance he wanted to infuriate her even more. Y/N rolled her eyes and walked out the room, with the tall boy on her tail. "Wow, no ‘Thank you, Ethan! You're a real gentleman’?"

"Must have been hard not being an asshole for a whole second, right? It didn't give you an aneurysm?" she matched his false smile.

"No, but working with you for sure will." Ethan retorted. "On a positive note, I'll get to see you in sexy leotards."

"Pig" she muttered under her breath. "And I'll get to see you on leggings."

Ethan stopped walking and inspected her face, looking for any signs that told him she was joking "Wait, what?"

She smirked, enjoying the moment. "That's what figure skaters wear, genius."

"I won't wear that."

"Yes, you will, pretty boy. Don’t be a baby about it.” she said, and he flipped her off. He hated her so much. “See you tomorrow."

“Unfortunately.” he said loud enough for her to hear. She rolled her eyes as she walked away, she hated him so much.

THEY HAVEN'T EVEN GOT INTO THE ICE RINK AND ETHAN HAD ALREADY PISSED Y/N OFF. He had been inside the locker room for fifteen minutes now, and didn't want to step out. Y/N was two seconds away from kicking the door down.

"Landry get your ass out of that room right now! We are wasting our time!" she banged on the door furiously.

"You don't understand! I can't wear this, Y/L/N." Ethan yelled.

"Every skate figure wears leggings, Landry. There is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Yes, there is. This leggings are too tight, Y/N. Too tight."

Y/N sighed. "Let me see."

"No way!"

"Stop testing my patience, Landry. Let me see or I'll go in."

A few seconds later, she heard the turn of the handle and the door flew open. The air got stuck on her throat and a strangled sound left her mouth. The rumours going around the university were true, she couldn’t help thinking.

"Holy mother of God" she said loudly, gaze fixed on the problem. "That's too tight"

"That's what I've been saying for the past fifteen minutes!" he yelled frustrated.

"I thought you were exaggerating."

"Are you talking to me or my dick?" Ethan frowned, seeing how she wasn't looking at his face, gaze fixed on his huge bulge.

Y/N was brought back from the shock and finally looked away. "I'm so sorry! That was not okay of me, it's just... shocking."

"That I have a big dick? Ouch, I'm wounded."

"No! I mean- not that I ever thought about it. But I didn't expect I would ever find out" she couldn't have been blushing more. As much as she hated him, she wasn't stupid. Ethan Landry was the most attractive boy on college.

"Whatever. What am I going to do? I can't practice like this."

"Just put your gym shorts above the leggings. And hurry up."

She turned around to leave when he called her name. "I'll never get tired of seeing you in a leotard" Ethan winked at her before closing the door of the locker room.

What was his obsession with leotards? Y/N asked herself as she rolled her eyes. And as she made her way to the ice rink, she tried to ignore the fact that her whole body had turned warm after his words.

While putting his skates on, Ethan watched Y/N going over the routine. There were very scarce the times where he saw her without a scowl on her face or firing insults at him, and that was only when she was on the ice. Her face glowed and she was completely hypnotic. She moved around so flawlessly and elegantly that it was impossible to look away from her, you could tell that she truly loved being on ice. As much as he disliked her, Ethan couldn't deny that Y/N was beyond professional and one of the best skaters he had ever seen.

“Are you ready?” Y/N asked him, sliding towards the edge of the rink. Ethan got out of his daze and nodded. “Okay, so obviously this is not the same as hockey, but I’ve seen your moves and I don’t think you’ll have problems doing this routine. But if you don’t understand something, speak up and we’ll work on it.”

Ethan nodded. “Wait, what do you mean you have seen my moves?” he asked as they got into position.

“I’m a huge hockey fan, and I don’t miss any of Blackmore’s matches. So yeah, I’ve seen you play countless times.”

“Am I your favourite player?” he asked with a smirk.

“Let’s get to work.” she rolled her eyes. But the answer, even though she would never ever say it, was yes. And he knew it.

Objectively speaking, of course, Ethan Landry was the best hockey player Blackmore had. Probably better than the rest of the New York’s university players. On the ice, he was a force to be reckoned with and he was a hard-worker, he cared for his team and for the sport. He was a true captain. And that’s exactly why it shocked her to the core the way he had reacted on that final match.

“That’s a yes, I know it.” he smiled widely, making her sigh. He wasn’t making fun of her anymore, he was genuinely happy by it. And then a frown appeared on his face. “I hope I still am, even after what happened.”

The vulnerability in his voice melted Y/N’s walls. “You still are. You are not the first player to get suspended, and you won’t be the last. It has nothing to do with your skills or your commitment to the sport.”

“That’s not what coach says” he laughed dryly.

“Coach is furious because he lost his best player, but he doesn’t mean it. Everyone in this university knows how serious you are about hockey, okay? Don’t doubt yourself over one wrong action.”

They smiled at each other, for the first time ever, with sincerity. But then he ruin it with his smugness “Do you want my autograph?”

Y/N pushed him away playfully “You’re such an asshole”

“Oh sorry, would you prefer if I gave you my jersey?” Ethan sent her a teasing glance.

“I’d prefer if you shut up and start warming up.”

“Anything for my number one fan.” he winked at her and she almost melted. God, was he charming—annoying, but charming nonetheless.

“I despise you.”

But there wasn’t any hatred reflected on those words anymore. That day, they entered the rink expecting practice to be dreadful and filled with insults. They left laughing and hoping the next day would arrive quickly, because they had actually enjoyed it. There had been insults thrown, but they were the playful kind, insults that weren’t meant to hurt the other. Everything had changed that day for them.

Y/N HAD ALWAYS ENJOYED SKATING AND COMPETING, BUT DOING IT WITH ETHAN MADE IT EVEN BETTER. It’s ironic, when her coach told her he was to be James’ replacement, she thought it would be the worst thing ever. But now, that the three weeks were over, she knew she was going to miss him.

“So, that’s it, then.” Ethan spoke up as they left the arena. Today had been their last practice together, as James had already recovered and Ethan’s suspension had ended.

“That’s it.” she nodded. “It wasn’t half as bad as I’d imagined.”

“It wasn’t.” he agreed. His chest felt heavy, which was silly. It’s not like he wouldn’t see her again. They practiced the same days on the same place, and they even shared some classes. The truth was, he was scared it was the end of their newfound…friendship? God, no. Friendship wasn’t quite right, they had something more going on.

“Are you going to the competition?” she asked shyly, cheeks turning red.

God, she was so cute. It was hard to believe it was the same girl that was constantly bickering with him. “Do you want me to go?”

“I mean, I guess it’s kind of your routine too now, so I figure you’d like to see the outcome.” she said nervously.

Ethan took a step forward, so that she had to look up “That’s not what I asked. Do you want me to go?”

“Yes.” her tone was a bit unstable. His closeness made her insanely nervous, so she cleared her throat before replying again. “Yes. I want you to go. But no pressure, it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“I’ll be there.” he assured her. “My game is on the same day, a few hours after your competition ends.”

“Oh, shit! That’s right. Maybe you shouldn’t come, you need to rest.”

Ethan shook his head. “I’ll be there.” he repeated. “But I want you to go to my game”

“I never miss one.” she said.

“Perfect. You know which number to use” he said, giving her a knowing look.

“Of course, I’ll wear Meeks’.” she teased.

Ethan clenched his jaw. “Use one that isn’t mine and see what happens.”

“You sound a bit mad there, Landry. You sound almost—” she stood on her tip toes, her mouth nearly touching his. “jealous.”

“You’re killing me here, Y/N/N.” his tone was pleading. He had never wanted to kiss someone so badly.

“What? You want me to kiss you?” her words left in a whisper and he could feel her breathy voice against his lips.

“I’ll give you three seconds to take a step back, if you don’t, I’ll kiss the hell out of you.” he warned her.

Y/N smiled. “One.” she set his hands on her waist. “Two.” then she wrapped hers around his neck. “Three.” she looked him in the eyes. “Still her-”

Ethan’s lips captured hers. The kiss was like their relationship—it started wild and aggressive and then it slowed down, becoming sweeter and softer but still holding an insanely amount of passion.

“You drive me crazy, did you know that?” Ethan laughed, pressing his forehead to hers. “In the most frustrating and loving way.”

“If a month ago someone told me I’ll be kissing Ethan Landry I would’ve laughed and then throw up in disgust. Now, there’s no other thing I’d rather be doing.”

“Aw, that was kinda sweet. You still have to work on your compliments, but you’ll get there.” he pressed kisses all over her face. “I’m so fucking glad I punched that guy.”

Y/N laughed. “I dare you to repeat that in front of coach.”

“I don’t have a death wish.”

“And you’re too pretty to die.” she pecked him on the lips. “Did I just make Ethan Landry blush?!”

“Shut up!” he laughed in such an adorable way that Y/N was surprised she didn’t melt in the spot. “I really like you, Y/N.”

“I really like you too.”

[kokomos]

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡

abby anderson relationship headcanons

  + Abby's the girl who says hello to everyone in the morning and will never fail to thank the people working around base. She's a sweetheart at her core and it's the reason you two got together. She's so friendly that it's almost unknown for her not to get along with someone or at least try to.

+ Definitely tries to impress you with her strength, she knows you've got a thing for her muscles so she'll be sure to show 'em off whenever she's got the chance.

+ Goes to the gym every day, she's one of those people who's hardcore dedicated to their routine. She'd love it if you visited her while she's there working out!! It would make her so happy to have you join her, she'll guide you patiently through all the new equipment so you can get a feel of what you wanna try. Definitely will use anything as an excuse to put her hands on you. She's so cute, she'll give you encouraging rubs on the back after you complete a set.

  - "You did so good, babe! Wanna keep going?"

+ Always has you over at her place, she kicks Manny out for the night so you two can be alone.

+ Basically makes you wear her clothes; after a night together at hers she'll give you one of her favorite shirts to keep. She thinks you're the cutest in her stuff because it's always a little too big on you. Having everyone in the cafeteria see you in her attire is just more incentive to the cause.

+ On occasion, she lets herself enjoy a quiet, lazy afternoon spent with you.

+ Unfortunately for you she takes enjoyment in tickling other people; specially reserved for only those she's closest with. She doesn't go all out, usually a sneak attack of a side tickle but sometimes, sometimes she goes in for the kill. She can have you under her within seconds and it's used to her advantage greatly.

+ Soft dominant. She's had to make a leader out of herself since her father's death meaning she'd rather you take the backseat while she takes care of things.

+ Abby isn't the biggest on physical touch, she wouldn't be constantly touching you like some people would. Affection from you, either alone or with friends, is always welcomed with loving arms though. She prefers expressing her love for you through quality time in your company or doing simple favors to help you out.

+ That being said, she's the kind of girlfriend who will let you take her by the arm or spontaneously grab your hand while walking up behind you.

+ Tilts your face by the chin when she kisses you. Her fingers are so blissfully light on your skin like she's trying her hardest to be as gentle as possible with you.

+ She really is so tender and delicate with you. Always giving you the lightest touches when her fingers inevitably end up tracing the curves on your body.

+ On the other hand, she can show her true strength if you want it. She can pin you down so easily; she can't resist teasing you about your weak muscles (of course she'll follow it with a kiss to avoid your pouting).

  - "See, babe, this is why you have to go to the gym more. What if I was an attacker?"

+ She will more than volunteer to teach you about self-defense, weapons, etc. Actually, if you don't know that stuff already she'll force you to attend a mini class of hers.

+ Such a good teacher, her patience makes learning from her a breeze. Comes at a cost when she’s almost always assigned to training the newbies because of this unmatched skill of hers.

+ If you're a soldier, too, she tries to convince Isaac to let you two stay on the same assignments. Nine times out of ten he says no, it'll be a rare occasion when he gives in to Abby's relentless arguing.

+ She patches you up after missions!! No one else can be trusted to tend to you. You deserve to be babied 100% and anything less than that is unacceptable in her eyes. She ends up staying with you for a couple nights checking up on you near constantly to monitor your condition. It doesn't matter if it's just a couple cuts, she's treating it like a broken leg when it comes to you.

+ With Manny's help, she begins writing you little love letters. Mostly they're innocent messages with her declaring just how cute she thinks you are and how much she loves you. Simple, yet so effective. She knows you cherish each and every one she's written.

+ A sentimentalist at heart! Aside from her coin collection, she has a stash of memorabilia from days in the past to keep the moment and the feelings associated alive. Give her a flower you casually picked from one of the bushes around the base and it'll be drying in a book under her bed so she can keep it forever.

+ When you two get into an argument, she tries to hold back her honesty but it slips out in hurtful ways more often than not. She has a problem of not working with you as a team to solve the issue; Abby views any conflict as a fight and she wants to win more than anything. When this unavoidably makes you upset, she realizes she's done wrong and takes back whatever she's said. Fortunately, arguments never last long and they without exception end with some cuddling.

  - "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I care about you so much…"

+ Very good at reading you, it's half scary and half comforting. You don't need to use a lot of words to get your point across with her, she understands you completely.

+ After you two date for awhile, she realizes how much time she spends away from home and you. She has a talk with Isaac to take shorter trips around less dangerous areas essentially taking a step down in her position.

+ Dreams of following in her father's footsteps by working in the med unit, she knows she can't be a soldier for long; not when she's got a whole future with you to live for.

— ♡☆

[nymphbroadcast]

Diasomnia x MC! like Vaggie

⊹Sinopsis⊹ೃ🐉⋆ The Diasomnia boys with a MC! Or Yuu like Vaggie.

⊹Relationship⊹ೃ🐉⋆ Fall in love/ Free of interpretation.

⊹¡FEM! MC/Yuu/Lector ⊹ೃ 🐉

⋆⊹Clarifications: I decided that the reader will have almost the same story as Vaggie, the reader will be a ''Fallen Angel'' but you are free to change it, in this case since I am such a SIMP for Malleus I made it directly as a love relationship, however you are free to decide.

⊹Vaggie's Analysis⊹ೃ 🐉⋆

• Vaggie is someone who does not trust quickly, due to her abusive and unfair past towards her, she is on the defensive most of the time, she is someone serious and diligent, she is also protective of those she cares about, sometimes she can be little patience, she usually uses force more when she feels conflicts nearby since it is the way she learned to solve conflicts, she has an inferiority complex and self-hatred, due to her upbringing and education she is very good in hand-to-hand combat, she is not afraid to risk her life frequently in moments of danger, she dislikes talking or remembering her past, she has emotional traumas, she has honest love to give and has always believed that there are more ways to use justice than just force, Vaggie He also believes in the idea of ​​sincere redemption and tolerance.

Malleus Draconia

🐉 Malleus is fascinated, no joke, this man is in heaven. YOU ARE A REAL ANGEL!!!

🐉 Malleus immediately notices the celestial "aura" in you, which although attenuated, still remains within you and thanks to his agile mind Malleus relates you to the old stories and legends he read about "celestial beings" who had many functions and cannot help be delighted with your existence.

🐉 Although with their interactions, Malleus grows a doubt in his head: "Where are your wings?" is what he asks himself when he remembers having read that most, if not all, angels have at least a pair of wings, however he thinks that it may be a private issue if you have not mentioned it and therefore neither does he, he thinks that you will eventually.

🐉 With every interaction you two have, Malleus falls more and more into an unconscious infatuation, you are serious but not insensitive, you are respectful but not distant or fearful, you are witty but also emotional... You are practically perfect in his eyes.

🐉 Even though you're not supposed to have magic, Malleus doesn't care in the slightest! He even finds it exceptional that you have excellent fighting skills that allow you to immobilize beings more powerful than you and without an advantage like magic, he must say that he never gets tired of watching you train.

🐉 Malleus is relieved that you're an Angel, that means he won't have to worry about seeing you away from him anytime soon! Plus: you have a human charm, but with the skills of a fairy, the best of both worlds! The dragon boy is happy! (Chapter 7)

🐉 Your constant protective attitude amuses Malleus, you can see him with a characteristic mysterious and somewhat mocking smile of his when you try to intervene to protect him, even when you know that he has more than enough power to protect himself you still try to do it for him!

"Oh could you be more adorable, Daughter of Heaven?"

🐉 For Malleus who is hungry for love and contact, you are a rest, you remind him of the soft moonlight that provides company and security in the darkness of the night. You hug him, kiss him and even do small but long-awaited acts for him, such as: taking him by the waist, carrying him in your arms, taking him to do little dances while you hum a song. Malleus thanks any type of supreme entity for letting you come into his life to give him all your love.

🐉 Without realizing it, Malleus notices something curious: your attitude is not usually the stereotype that someone would have of an angel, you are like "an angel with the attitude of a demon" and in your eyes, Malleus can be physically intimidating, even mistaken for a demon, but his personality... In your eyes he is more worthy of being called an angel than you... Say it for him and you will have an adorable dragon boy sobbing out of tenderness and with a ring just for you 💚

🐉 I have a Small Scenario:

(After his Overblot) You and Malleus are in his room in Diasomnia, you see how distraught he is and how overwhelmed he feels by everything he did: guilt and sadness encompass most of his heart, but you know perfectly well What to do: You take his much larger hand in yours, giving him your "Are you okay?" look... Malleus brings his gaze towards you, he still has those hateful emotions in him and you leave the words aside and simply sing:

🎶"You've already done so much. So many lives you've changed. So many souls you've touched. And in the end, if it's only me you've saved..."🎶

Malleus watches you, somewhat surprised because you never sing, especially in such a... sincere way... Somehow, it seems like he knows what you will say and sings along with you.

🎶"There's something that I've been dying to say

More than anything, more than anything

Need you to know I love you more than anything~

More than anything~"🎶

And finally you and Malleus seal your eternal, deep and sincere love with a kiss... Knowing that no matter what, your love can illuminate even the deepest and darkest pits of hell... And you smile, knowing that Malleus is calm now, with you.

🐉 Malleus already refers to you as his future wife, you are everything he has always longed for and you finally feel understood and supported by him, both create a couple not only powerful... But also what proves that love is everything that unites all types of beings, humans, Faes, Angels and more...

🐉 With everything said, Malleus knows that thanks to you he will no longer have to hide or pretend to be something he is not because you are capable of threatening even the entire world for him and he will do the same for you, so Malleus writes a letter to his grandmother and the entire government of Briar Valley that says they must prepare, because when he returns the first thing he will do is form a future with you and his beloved family (Lilia, Silver, Sebek and You), accepting everything that comes with it and of all kinds of species and this time... He does not will make the same mistakes as his parents.

Lilia Vanrouge

🩸 "Oya~? What's an adorable little angel like you doing in a place like Night Raven College, mhh? Oh you look like a cute moth~!"

🩸 Lilia discovers you almost immediately, thanks to his many centuries alive it is relatively easy for him to identify a person's race. (Spoiler: Lilia's age is 700 years according to Chapter 7)

🩸 Despite the above, Lilia had never seen an Angel or fallen Angel in person, only one or another story from books or war legends that deal with Angels. (Chapter 7)

🩸 So knowing the current Lilia, you have an adorable Vampire Fae asking you thousands of things, although it is difficult for you to talk about it, you always try to be polite and calm when interacting with him, you can't resist to his cuteness.

🩸 When you decide to open up and tell him about your past, Lilia accepts that perhaps you and he have more in common than it seems... Lilia understands what it is to live through wars and kill without really wanting it, so you have him there to support you and feel calmly accepting that tragic past together. (Chapter 7)

🩸 In a way Lilia is relieved, being an Angel or Fallen Angel you will live almost as long if not longer than a Fae and that means she won't have to worry about seeing you die soon.

🩸 Lilia has exceptional skills as a soldier and former right-hand woman of Princess Maleanor, however, being the former second-in-command of your former army, he can recognize your fierceness and determination as a warrior, and he even declares a tie between you and him. (Chapter 7)

🩸 Lilia can also identify in you your immense capacity to love... Sometimes you bring back memories... He knows that if you turned out to be the girlfriend of one of his Diasomnia children (Malleus, Silver and Sebek) it would be excellent, you are capable of giving your own life for those you love but also You are capable of living for your loved ones.

🩸 On the other hand, if Lilia becomes your partner, he will do everything to see you smile and relax as much as possible, he will make sure to take care of you and make you feel as loved as you love him, without a doubt the love of an Angel (with the attitude of a devil ) and a Demon (with an angel personality).

🩸 Either way, Lilia now has a different way of seeing you and once again accepts that love can live in all types of beings... Mortal or not and with thousands of other differences... Lilia knows how difficult it is to love and lose someone, even losing oneselves in the past and memories and he's proud to see and know that you understand what it means to love despite the obstacles and that you are one of the few who still insists on doing something for others and in creating tolerance and peaceful coexistence between all types of living beings.

Silver

⚔ Silver is fascinated, sincerely fascinated... You are so adorable, like a cute moth (Bombyx mori) looking for the light after being locked in a horrible pit of darkness and sadness.

⚔ Silver wants to learn from you, you are admirable in his eyes: Upright, moral, respectful, strong and determined. A real example for him to follow, especially after seeing your great skills in combat.

⚔ Although Silver soon realizes that you are not only that "soldier" that you usually show with your serious and defensive attitude almost always, showing a softer and gentler side of you when you are calm and that at the same time makes Silver want to learn more and more of you...

⚔ Silver can notice your great determination to defend your ideals, you are kind to everyone you can regardless of their race or gender or even species... Look at Grimm.

⚔ As you watch combat, Silver feels how his already great admiration for you grows... You are skillful and resourceful, and you almost always seek to protect him in one way or another and that causes his heart to beat faster. (Chapter 7)

⚔ With all the new knowledge Silver has acquired since it all began (Malleus Overblot) you have been an anchor on the earth, constantly reminding him that his past or origin is defined by his essence even after a while... You reveal your past to him. (Chapter 7)

⚔ Silver is speechless, but connecting the dots everything agrees... Your past would explain why you are so determined to change mutual hatred and resentments, suggesting a peaceful path with gentleness, Silver knows that you are a true Angel when he can identify that your heart is overflowing of love and pure intentions.

⚔ "I'll punch you if I have to." – Do you remember that line? well, it's canon here. (Chapter 7)

⚔ In the event that you and Silver form a romantic relationship, Silver will know that he will never change you for anything because you are more than perfect in his eyes, especially because of the fact that you love... You love more than anything, regardless of the species. Even if he is "human" and you are an "angel or fallen angel" you both love each other more than anything and thanks to that you will live "happily ever after" as it was meant to be...

⚔ In any case, Silver sees you as someone worthy of admiration in every way and knowing that he can trust you with whatever he needs, he truly believes that you are a true angel and he wants to be even stronger to be a knight worthy of protect you.

Sebek Zigvolt

🐊 Sebek is conflicted... At first he does think that you are a human, an ordinary one and even irritating and unworthy of being at Night Raven College.

🐊 However, he has witnessed your fighting skills and respects you for that, you seem like someone worthy on the battlefield.

🐊 Although in reality Sebek does not make an effort to want to discover anything beyond what you show and although you appreciate it, sometimes you really want Sebek to accept that Humans and Faes are not as different as they believe and as you have always defended.

🐊 It must be said, you and Sebek will have many arguments: Sebek on the one hand tries to ignore and hide the fact of being half-blood and you try to make him understand that both Faes and Humans are equal in many ways and that both races deserve respect.

🐊 So I'm sorry if you thought your interactions with Sebek would be immediately friendly or romantic, you'll have to wait until Chapter 7.

🐊 With everything that Silver, Sebek and you have experienced, it must be said that it is obvious that Sebek's perspective has changed. (Chapter 7)

🐊 In fact! It is during these moments that Sebek realizes the fact that you are not even human but an Angel or Fallen Angel, a being that according to many books and people: a perfect being. (Chapter 7)

🐊 So yes, it is very likely that Sebek wants to apologize for how he treated you on many occasions and since you are an angel (wink) you obviously forgive him and remain friends and maybe something more. (Chapter 7)

🐊 We will have to see Sebek's progress during the remainder of the Chapter, sorry.🥹

🐊 However, you become someone of Sebek's respect and affection, for him you are a type of authoritarian figure who defends tolerance and justice without violence among all types of people regardless of race or species.

Nymph's Note:

I must say that this is my favorite so far, I am very fond of Mal-Mal, Silver and Lilia, so I put a lot of effort into this one, which is the last one in this series and request are officially open!

I hope you enjoyed!

Remeber to tune in, end of this broadcast!

Diasomnia Dorm x MC! Like Vaggie Done!

[storm-angel989]

hallo!!!

i was wondering if you could do a Val x daughter reader

reader is neurodivergent and has a stutter :,> basically reader goes to auntie Vel first about how they’re being bullied at school and then Vel brings it up to Uncle Vox and Val.

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“What the fuck do you mean, being bullied?” Valentino demanded as he took a drag from his cigarette. Confusion and disgust flooded his features. “She’s in first grade, how do they even know how to be mean at that age?” 

Velvette shrugged and took a sip of her wine as they sat around the restaurant table. 

Another Tuesday night, another meeting of the minds. This was the one night a week Valentino’s daughter, reader,  stayed late for both art and speech therapy. Usually it involved logistics planning- who would pick her up, help her with homework, where she was supposed to be each day after school. They had learned early on that early planning and visual schedules helped her manage and practice her day to day routines and activities. This time each week was critical not only for themselves, but to help reader manage her anxieties. 

Tonight though, their meeting meant something far more sinister. 

“She came to me in tears the other day. Sobbing about how kids are being mean to her because she ‘talked funny’. I told her to ignore them and tell the teacher, but she told me one of them hit her. And that the teacher did nothing. That alone is worth the school.” 

“The school is fucking useless. What do we do about it?” Valentino demanded asked as he bit back the anger in his voice. “Surely there must be something we can do.”

“Like what? Walk up to first graders and bully them back?” Velvette asked with a snort. 

“I mean, if they’re being cruel to my little girl then…” Valentino began.

“Cut the shit. We may not be able to do anything as adults but we can give our sweet reader the means to defense herself,” Velvette snapped. 

Valentino tapped his cigarette ashed into the tray and gave her a disapproving look. “We’re not teaching my daughter to throw a punch. Not that she would anyway But we can go to school and talk to them. Give us a good feel for the policies they have in place. It’s highly doubtful they’ll give us the names of the kids- but I’ll ask her. Maybe she’ll tell me.”  Valentino asked. 

“They’d give you the names if you filed the fucking paperwork like I told you,” Velvette muttered. She tuned out the rest of their chatter, her mind reeling. There was no sense in arguing with Valentino- he was reader’s dad after all. But she didn’t see the issue with at least teaching her the basics of self defense. And honestly, what Valentino didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. 

The sound of Vox’s voice pulled her back to attention.

“I’ll fit her with a small camera. Tomorrow.” Vox said definitively. “At least then we’ll have proof. And they can’t ignore proof- we have to sort of play by the rules here, Valentino. Until then, what do we do?”

“Love her, comfort her. Help her manage her anxiety and I think I have the perfect book about it for bedtime tonight.” Velvette suggested. “Sound like a plan?” 

Both boys seemed to agree. 

As soon as reader walked in the door that night, she dove into her afterschool routine. Homework with Vox, dinner at the dinner table with all three of them, bathtime with Valentino, teeth brushing, pjs and because it was Thursday- tucked into bed first by Aunt Velvette. 

“Reader? Can we talk a little bit about school before your dad comes in?” Velvette asked as she pulled the bed covers back. 

Reader nodded and climbed under the sheets. Velvette laid down next to her and she snuggled the tiny body against hers. There wasn’t much in this world that turned Velvette soft, but reader was one of them. 

“I want to teach you what to do when someone is mean to you- your daddy is coming in in a few minutes to read a book about different ways to handle it. But I want to teach you another way- a secret way that has to stay between us girls, okay?” 

To her surprise, reader sat up and looked eager. 

“L-like what Auntie?” 

And so Velvette showed her, in the quiet ten minutes she had, how to throw a punch. How to turn her wrist, aim for the nose and step into the force. 

“Don’t ever start anything, but if they put a hand on you first, turn around and deck them. Hard. And they’ll never touch you again.  But don’t tell your Dad I taught you, okay? Keep it between us girls.” 

Reader nodded happily and tucked herself back against Velvette as Valentino walked in. He took his place on the other side of the bed and Reader leaned up and nuzzled Velvette’s cheek- butterfly kisses, as she called them, before snuggling back against Valentino. 

“This book is called I said no,” Velvette heard Valentino say as she quietly closed the door and made her way to her own room. She hoped that her niece would never have to use the skills she taught her. But in her mind, it was better to have the skill and not need it, than to need it than not have it. 

But she still wasn’t surprised when she got the call from Valentino the next day. She pushed a button and the fury that was Valentino flashed on her screen. 

“Velvette! What did you do?” Valentino screamed. “I just got a fucking call from the school- Reader is in the principles office for punching someone! How the fuck does she know how to punch?”

Velvette snorted at the accusation as pride flooded through her heart. Atta girl. “Beats me, but Vox put a camera on her this morning right? So cool your jets. Is reader hurt?”

Velvette watched as he seemed to consider her point. 

“Well, no. I don’t think so,” Valentino said after the momentary pause. 

“And the other kid?”

“I…I don’t fucking know go with Vox to the school NOW. I’ll meet you there as soon as I finish the fucking paperwork.”

Velvette raised an eyebrow as Vox walked in the room. “Oh, you mean the paperwork you were supposed to finish last week?” 

“Fuck you Velvette, go and get your niece, now!” 

The screen went black and Velvette rolled her eyes. Reader wouldn’t have made the first move, she was certain of that. 

One short limo ride later, she and Vox walked into the school. They were immediately escorted to the principal's office and Velvette gritted her teeth at the scene that greeted them. Reader sat, tears streaming down her face next to a boy with a bloody nose. A female demon- probably his mother, stood behind him, glaring at reader. 

“You wanna fuck off?” Velvette snapped as she looked up. “And back the fuck off from my kid.” She reached over and lifted reader up into her arms as she continued to sob. “What happened, baby?” 

“What happened is that reader punched this young man in the face, completely unprovoked,” the principal began.

“H-h-he…” Reader began to sob. 

Velvette shushed her and gave Vox a look. 

“That’s what you say, let’s watch the footage and see what actually happened,” Vox interjected. 

The other two adults in the room seemed to freeze.

“Mr. Vox we don’t utilize cameras or any Voxtech…” the principal began. 

“You don’t, but I do,” Vox replied smoothly. 

Velvette watched both of their faces go white. Carefully, Vox reached over and unclipped the almost invisible camera from the collar of his niece's shirt. A video appeared on the wall behind them, showcasing the events of the day. Behind them, Valentino opened the door and closed it quietly. Two button presses and the truth came to light. The boy, pinching, teasing, name calling and laughing. Reader telling him to quietly leave her alone. A hit to the back and finally, reader turning around and nailing him in the face. 

“Oh good job baby girl,” Velvette whispered in reader’s ear. She felt the twitch of a smile against her shoulder as she cradled her. Good, Velvette thought, she was starting to settle. 

Vox shut the movie off and looked at the adults present. “I’m eager to see what type of punishment will come from this,” he said flatly. 

“We hold a no tolerance policy, so both the boy and reader will be suspended…”

“I think the fuck not.” Valentino’s cold voice came from across the room. 

The principal stood up, a miffed expression on his face. “Mr. Valentino. Ms. Velvette. Mr. Vox. With all due respect you don’t have a say over my school. Your jurisdiction ends at that door.” 

Valentino smirked and looked at the other V’s. He walked over to Velvette and took his daughter into his arms. He whispered something quietly in reader’s ear and a smile spread across her tear stained face. He walked her over to the principal's desk and gently nudged her.

“Go ahead bebita.”

“D-daddy s-says you’re fired!” She announced loudly before burying her face back in his neck. 

The principal's face turned deep red. “As I said you have no jurisdiction…the audacity…”

“Actually, I do,” Valentino replied as he held up a piece of paper. “As of today the V corporation owns this school, and every single one like it in the pride ring. You’re fired. And you..” he turned around to face both the mother and the child who sat frozen in horror. “Your brat of a child is expelled. Get off my property before I have you escorted out. All three of you. Now.” 

Valentino turned and walked out, gently holding his daughter as Vox and Velvette followed. 

“This would have been much less dramatic if you had filed the paperwork a week ago, like I told you to!” Velvette scolded. 

“Yeah, but that was fun- was it not?” Valentino looked down at his daughter, “did you like firing the principle my sweet ninita?” 

She nodded and he planted a kiss on her forehead as he carried her outside. “Let’s go out for lunch, my love. Calm down a little bit. And tomorrow when you go back to school, I promise no one will even think to lay a hand or speak unkindly to you.  We’ll protect you. And we always will.”

[lifblogs]

How Each of the Bad Batch Members Use Their Skills On Pabu

Hunter

Tracks and catches game

Provides an early alert for storms and natural disasters (I’m assuming he can sense lightning build-up)

Helps Shep organize manual labor projects with the community

Learns to cook really well because of his excellent nose

Realizes he has perfect pitch from his enhanced senses and picks up music (maybe a string instrument, perhaps?)

Teaches self-defense classes (it started by accident)

Crosshair

Uses his excellent eye and observational skills to pick up doing artwork. Painting, maybe. He has the stillness and the patience for it.

Fishing (also requires the focus and patience he has, and different types of fishing, like spear-fishing probably require a good eye)

Search and rescue during natural disasters

Tech

Honestly, it’d he hard to get this guy to stop technologically upgrading Pabu. You get access to the holonet, and you get access to the holonet! Where would it end?

Tricky home repair jobs that require precision such as working with technology.

Accidentally teaches a class on strategy because he gets fed up that the local children don’t know as much as Omega about these very important things.

Would also be great with gardening given it is technically a science. Pabu’s gardens flourish under his control.

Wrecker

Home and architectural repair

Debris cleaning after storms

Fishing (particularly with nets and hauling in big fish)

Ends up helping the community by carrying heavy things they might need transported

Is always open to helping the infirm and elderly if his muscles are required

Echo

Accidentally starts physical therapy when he realizes he can provide information, help, and support for Pabu’s disabled community

Omega

This girl can do anything and everything, and her job is to live and thrive and grow, snd she does

[mbruben-stein]

Helloooo, im pretty sure your requests are open right now, so can I request Hc for Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, and Steve Rogers (if you want you can also do T'Challa) where they are the Parent figures of the youngest avenger? (if you do T'Challa I'd rather go for a brother figure for him) so just platonic fluff if you do that :33 (Idm if it's Fem or Gender neutral) Also dw if you dont write this, have a great day/night <33

Marvel Avengers characters as Parental Father/Mother/Brother figure to the youngest Avenger of the team.

Tony Stark

Tony may come off as a bit of a playboy and a rebel, but deep down, he has a heart of gold. Especially when it comes to the youngest member of the Avengers, s/o. Tony sees s/o as a protege, someone who can learn from his own experiences and mistakes. He takes s/o under his wing, offering guidance, support, and a shoulder to lean on.

As a father figure, Tony is fiercely protective of s/o, always looking out for their well-being and safety. He imparts valuable life lessons, teaching s/o about responsibility, courage, and the importance of using their powers for good. Tony encourages s/o to embrace their uniqueness and to never be afraid to stand up for what they believe in.

Despite his busy schedule and the demands of being a superhero, Tony always makes time for s/o. He listens to their concerns, offers advice, and shares in their triumphs and struggles. Whether it's helping s/o with their training, building new gadgets together, or simply spending quality time bonding, Tony cherishes every moment he gets to spend with s/o.

Through his actions and words, Tony shows s/o that they are valued, loved, and supported. He may not always express his emotions openly, but his actions speak louder than words. Tony Stark may be a billionaire, a genius, and a superhero, but above all, he is a father figure who will always be there for s/o, no matter what challenges they may face.

Clint Barton

Clint took on the role of a father figure to s/o, the youngest member of the Avengers, with a sense of responsibility and care that mirrored his own role as a father to his children. Despite being a skilled and experienced operative, Barton approached s/o with patience, understanding, and a willingness to guide and mentor them in their journey as a superhero. He shared his knowledge, skills, and experiences with s/o, helping them to navigate the challenges and responsibilities that came with being a member of the Avengers.

Barton's fatherly instincts kicked in as he looked out for s/o's well-being, offering them advice, support, and encouragement when needed. He made sure s/o felt included, valued, and supported within the team, creating a sense of family and belonging for them. Barton's protective nature extended to s/o, as he prioritized their safety and ensured they were prepared for any dangerous situations they might face.

Despite the weight of his own personal losses and struggles, Barton found solace in being a positive influence and role model for s/o, imparting important life lessons and values that went beyond just being a superhero. He showed s/o what it meant to be brave, compassionate, and selfless, leading by example and instilling in them a sense of integrity and purpose.

Through their bond, Barton and s/o forged a special connection built on trust, respect, and mutual support. Barton's unwavering dedication to s/o's growth and well-being reflected his deep sense of care and love, making him not just a mentor, but a true father figure in s/o's life.

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff was like a mother figure to s/o, the youngest member of the Avengers team. Despite her tough exterior and secretive nature, Natasha had a soft spot for s/o and took them under her wing. She always made sure s/o was safe and looked out for them like a protective mother would.

Natasha would often spend time with s/o, teaching them self-defense techniques and sharing stories of her past missions. She would listen to s/o's problems and offer guidance and support, just like a mother would do for their child. Natasha's caring and nurturing nature shone through when she was with s/o, making them feel loved and valued.

S/o looked up to Natasha and admired her strength and courage. They felt safe and secure in Natasha's presence, knowing that she would always have their back no matter what. Natasha's maternal instincts kicked in whenever s/o was in danger, and she would do everything in her power to protect and defend them.

Natasha's bond with s/o was special and unique, like that of a mother and child. She may not have had children of her own, but she treated s/o with the same love and care that a mother would give to her own child. S/o was grateful to have Natasha in their life, knowing that they had a fierce and loyal protector in her.

Overall, Natasha Romanoff's motherly instincts towards s/o made them feel cherished and loved, like a true member of her family. She may have been known as the Black Widow, but to s/o, she was a nurturing and loving mother figure who would always be there for them.

Steve Rogers

Steve is a natural leader and protector, always looking out for those around him. When s/o, the youngest member of the Avengers, first joined the group, they were nervous and overwhelmed by the responsibility that came with being a superhero. Steve immediately took them under his wing, offering guidance, support, and encouragement every step of the way.

As s/o's father figure, Steve is always there to listen, offer advice, and provide a sense of stability and security in the chaotic world of superheroes. He teaches s/o the importance of standing up for what is right, being courageous in the face of danger, and always putting others before themselves. Steve's unwavering moral compass and selfless nature serve as a shining example for s/o to follow.

Despite his own struggles and losses, Steve never hesitates to show s/o love and affection, making sure they know they are valued and cared for. He is a source of strength and inspiration for s/o, helping them grow and develop into a confident and capable hero.

Through their shared adventures and challenges, Steve and s/o form a deep bond that goes beyond mentorship. They become family, with Steve always looking out for s/o's well-being and happiness. As s/o grows and matures, they know they can always count on Steve to be there for them, guiding them with wisdom and compassion.

In the end, Steve Rogers is not just a superhero, but a loving and supportive father figure to s/o, helping them navigate the complexities of the superhero world with grace and courage.

T'Challa

T'Challa was like a brother figure to s/o, the youngest member of the avengers. Despite his regal and serious demeanor, T'Challa always made sure to look out for s/o and offer guidance whenever needed. He would often check in on s/o to see how they were doing and offer words of encouragement and wisdom.

Whenever s/o was feeling unsure or overwhelmed, T'Challa was there to lend a listening ear and provide reassurance. He would remind s/o of their strengths and capabilities, boosting their confidence and helping them to believe in themselves.

T'Challa also took on the role of a mentor to s/o, teaching them valuable lessons about leadership, responsibility, and the importance of standing up for what is right. He would share stories from his own experiences and offer advice on how to navigate difficult situations.

Despite his busy schedule as king of Wakanda, T'Challa always made time for s/o, whether it was to train together, have heart-to-heart conversations, or simply spend time bonding as friends. His presence was a source of comfort and stability for s/o, knowing that they had someone as wise and caring as T'Challa by their side.

Overall, T'Challa's brotherly relationship with s/o was one built on trust, respect, and mutual support. He was not just a king or a hero, but a true friend and ally who s/o could always rely on in times of need.

[nyaagolor]

Team Star Headcanons

This got dummy long so it's under the cut but I am rotating them all in my brain

Giacomo

Despite having the most stereotypical "delinquent" appearance of all the members, Giacomo is actually the closest thing to a model student that Team Star has. He's extremely organized, motivated, and actually pretty staunchly against breaking the rules unless he has to, so he's a straight A student and has never missed a class

However, he still has a little bit of apprehension about appearing to be like the uptight student council president he used to be, so he purposefully does things to make people think he's more of a slacker than he actually is. He turns in assignments after the deadline and shows up to class late so the teachers don't start getting expectations of him, but they quickly realize he's doing it on purpose when all assignments are turned in exactly 24 hours late and he shows up exactly 5 minutes after the bell with obvious consistency

He was student council president during much of the bullying of Team Star, and still beats himself up about not noticing it sooner or putting a stop to it until the consequences were right in front of him

He was and is the most uptight member of Team Star despite his seemingly relaxed demeanor. He's prone to over-planning, panicking when plans don't work out, and overall is pretty bad at improvising. He's far more high-strung than he lets on. Team Star has done a lot to mellow him out and give him the freedom to express himself, screw up without consequence, and just chill for a few. He's much happier now without the pressure

He loves bass-boosted, ear-splitting music and flashing DJ lights, but is also aware that many people have issues with those (including his buddy Atticus). Bc of that he always has a grunt check with any new members or would-be foes to make sure they don't have overstimulation or photosensitivity issues. Someone getting hurt during a rave would, in his words, "kill the vibe"

He's trying SO HARD to be lofi girl

Mela

She's naturally very cute: she has strawberry blond hair, wide blue eyes, freckles, a dainty stature, a high-pitched voice, and isn't very good at most school subjects. It makes her instantly endearing to basically everyone who meets her, but it also means many people find her annoying / frustrating off the bat and/or don't take her seriously, which really bothered her and lead to her very carefully curated Bad Girl appearance

Mela is very easily frustrated and has a hair trigger temper, which her bullies often used to antagonize her. They purposefully riled her up and caused her to lash out, so Mela gained a reputation as a troublemaker from the teachers. This caused her to fall further behind in school and exacerbated the previous issues

To get people to leave her alone, Mela created a very curated, if inauthentic, "bad girl" persona where she made herself look and act immediately aggressive and rude to everyone. If she didn't let anyone know anything about her, they couldn't find things to set her off anymore, and she'd avoid all the bullying. It did actually work, and people left her alone, but she ended up becoming so feared that she had no friends and no one wanted to be around her. She ended up hanging out with all the academy pokemon instead and developing a close bond with each of them.

Even after she comes back to the Academy she struggles the most out of all the students to fit back into things-- she comes across as a "problem child" which gives the teachers expectations that eventually become a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's only after a long, heated discussion with Clavell that they can start to work past her snippy exterior and get to the heart of the matter. When the teachers give her more patience and extra help, however, they grow to realize she actually does care about learning and is quite sweet

She loves making art. She is also not very good at making art. At the start, she's pretty defensive about it, but is shocked to find the students in art club are extremely welcoming and compliment her work, which makes her beyond happy and extremely motivated to keep trying. Those art club members end up becoming her first non-team-star friends in a long time, and she always brings them out to the courtyard so that her pokemon friends can pose and model for them to draw

She gets really really red when she's embarrassed. Her old, derogatory nickname was "the red-hot girl" because of her temper, but Team Star only ever uses it to joke about how she flushes now

Atticus

Low-hanging fruit here but this man has autism. He cannot read the mood of a room to save his life, and has been known to make extended, sometimes uncomfortable eye contact with whoever he happens to be talking to. He once infodumped to Giacomo about Phoenician Purple for three hours

His speech patterns are partially because of his extreme interest in history and partially because he finds older prose to be more precise in meaning than modern day slang. He is very clear about saying exactly what he means and being extremely specific, so he finds modern day slang with all its double meanings to be hard to follow and hard to articulate his thoughts with. Older prose has these same issues, but no one tell him that

He struggles to pay attention to things unless his hands are busy. Teachers often wondered if he was paying attention in class while sketching designs or sewing things, but it actually helps him focus better

His three greatest skills are his fashion design, his flexibility, and his skill as a nail artist. He can make you the most dazzling star of the school prom and then do a standing backflip when he's done

Atticus cares very little about social conventions or expectations. It worries people like Penny, who fears it makes him a target for bullying because he is so outwardly strange, but it's honestly fine by him. Despite receiving some pretty horrible treatment at the hands of his bullies in the past, he's bothered very little by it, and cares even less about what people think of him now. He has good friends all around him, so if people think he's weird that's on them; he's gonna keep doing what he wants whether or not it gives him a reputation

Atticus is easily the most mentally stable of anyone in the group. Nothing bothers this man whatsoever; he is thriving and in his lane. Despite this, however, he is never asked for advice because he only gives it in Shakespearean riddles

Ortega

He is an exceptional mechanic, and with the help of Atticus has actually made far more impressive vehicles than even the Starmobiles. His pride and joy is a pastel pink bedazzled motorcycle with a sidecar for his Dacsbund. He can't actually drive it because he's 12 and doesn't have a license, but still

All his mechanic tools are covered in rhinestones and his jumpsuit is pastel pink. He is also a straight, cis man, he just personally beat gender roles unconscious with his gold-encrusted staff. He would have kicked it too, but that would ruin his dress shoes and he's too classy for that

He's sassy and snarky, but it's not a defense mechanism like Mela or a consequence of social isolation like Penny, he's just kind of a brat. Team Star has done a lot to humble him and get him to understand the ~value of friendship~ but he was and still kind of is a spoiled little demon

In terms of raw intelligence, Ortega might be the smartest person in Team Star. He's skipped a few grades, excels at basically everything he sets his mind to, and couples it with pretty high emotional intelligence too. If anyone needs help with homework and is willing to swallow their pride enough to ask, he'll easily be able to help

Ortega has excellent dexterity, which makes him a fantastic piano player and quite good at working with very fine machinery. He also got really into baton twirling at one point because he thought it looked cool, so he can do lots of really neat tricks with his staff and pens and whatnot. He loves to bask in the attention that the grunts give him whenever he shows off (which is often. He LOVES showing off)

He has no patience for anything whatsoever. Eri has to hold him back like a rabid chihuahua every time they go somewhere because he is very used to being waited on constantly. Rich boy rehabilitation

Eri

Every one and their mother hcs this but [points at Carmen] Lesbians. Carmen and Eri are genuinely THE power couple; they’re both smart and gorgeous and well-liked by everyone. Carmen is still shocked Eri didn’t snap her like a toothpick bc it would have been deserved but Eri is just that nice. Stop bullies by kissing them so good they realize they like girls

Everyone else in team star stays up until ungodly hours for assorted reasons but Eri is up at like 5 so she can work out for two hours before class. She’s a little disappointed no one wants to join in her workouts but that’s ok! They need their rest. The benefit of Eri’s workouts is that she can carry a team star member on each arm like one of those muscle dudes on the beach, and she does, bc it’s cool

She’s a luchadora! She plays a heel named La Princesa in Paldean wrestling tournaments but it’s an open secret that she’s super sweet out of the ring and always treats her opponents to ice cream afterwards. Genuine treat to be suplexed by her. Despite being able to, she would NEVER hurt someone for real

Atticus had to tailor her outfits bc they didn’t fit. She’s like 6’, curvy, and built like a tractor trailer, so she cannot wear unisex shirts without ripping the damn sleeves off. She’s very kyaa about it. Very >o< about it

Cries during kid’s movies. And ASPCA commercials. And most things actually. The power of friendship does and has moved her to tears. She is mesmerized by the beauty of the world

She gives the best hugs

Penny

Another popular hc but (gestures vaguely at Penny's everything) transfemme. She has the dysphoria hoodie, the six cats, the cybercrime, the depression nest, whatever is going on with her hair, etc. She got sent to "study abroad" and went on HRT I will stand by this until the end of time. She washes down her progesterone with monster energy. Gamer girl. I bet she even plays Bloodborne

Has severe social anxiety / trauma that stemmed from the bullying and just got significantly worse over time. She orders all her groceries online and has them delivered, so she never has to leave her room and does most of her stuff remotely. If / when she does go outside, it's always at weird hours so she doesn't run into anyone. The mere prospect of going into the cafeteria around lunchtime is mortifying to her. wayyyyy too many people. Her anxiety is significantly worse in the academy, and she's able to function better outside of it

She has support systems for days. Aside from her new friends Nemona / Arven / the protag, she has Team Star, Clavell, an actual therapist, a xanax prescription, and six emotional support veevees. Team Star especially does a lot to help reintroduce her to classes and get over the worst of her anxiety so she can go back to school-- and it works! She becomes much more open, less stressed, and happier postgame as she and her friends help each other out

Penny's dad is super supportive but also super embarrassing about it. He is the ultimate trans rights guy but also wears neon rainbow shirts that say "ALLY" in big letters. Penny kept the worst of the bullying a secret from him because there is zero doubt in my mind he would just roll up to the bullies' houses and beat the crap out of them. He WILL throw hands with a 13 year old if they upset his little girl and he is not afraid to admit that. I'm hyping up this man so bad

Penny is an only child (or younger sibling if u hc Peony to be her dad) but has so, SO many cousins who are constantly doting on her. She is quick to try and retreat to her room during reunions and whatnot because she's easily overwhelmed by the attention, but it all gets better postgame. She ends up dragging Arven to her house for the holidays because he doesn't have a proper family and the cousins are completely enamored with him. He's polite, he's happy to help with the cooking, he has a cute dog... Penny's family is absolutely delighted she has such a good friend and Arven is more than happy to soak up all that familial attention. It's a good exchange

She is an insanely picky eater. Arven is taking this as a challenge, and is always trying to make new sandwiches that she likes. Seeing as Nemona and the protagonist would probably eat salami off the floor if given the opportunity, getting a good review from Penny in particular always boosts his ego. He's also made it his mission to sneak in new ingredients in the hopes of expanding her absolutely atrocious palette. It's not going well, but damn if he isn't trying

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Spencer Reid SFW | Fluff

To return to the S.R. SFW Masterlist, please click here. If you’re looking for my S.R. NSFW Masterlist, look here. If you're looking for my CM PolyAm Masterlist, look here. If you’re looking for Other MGG Characters, look here. If you’re looking for my Works in Progress, look here.

Works are separated by genre and gender of the Reader. Gender Neutral means that no gender identifiers are used.

Bedtime Stories on the Jet: Spencer and you share the jet couch.

Drunk Dial: It’s been years since Reader talked to Spencer, but after a bunch of drinks it seems like a really good idea.

Appalachian: Reader is tired of Spencer purposefully pushing their buttons and demands an explanation.

Play Dates: Reader finds out Spencer hasn’t had enough dates to play Best/Worst Date with the team and offers several Play Dates, but quickly realizes it’s hard to have a bad date with Spencer Reid.

It’s Personal: Reader reminds Spencer’s team that it’s never appropriate to ask someone for their age, even if they’re dating their coworker.

Style Theory: Fashion student Reader meets their favorite scholar and teaches him a lesson in self-love.

Quid Pro Quo: Spencer is entranced by the law student in his class.

Pipsqueak: The only thing shorter than Reader is their patience.

Fragile: Disabled!Reader. Spencer has to stay behind on a case and gets to know the new technical analyst.

The Perfect Plan: Reader has a question for Spencer, but things don’t go according to plan.

Kitten Love: Spencer’s vet begrudgingly agrees to an emergency house call.

Pair of Aces: This Pride month, Reader decides to share something with the team.

Battle of the Houses: Reid accidentally gets trapped in a Hogwarts House War with Reader, Jack, and Henry.

Like Father, Like You: Child!Reader. Platonic. In which Spencer’s child comes out as not-straight.

More fics below!

Astraphobia: SSA Reader and Spencer share their most embarrassing fears.

What Goes Up: Spencer breaks the Magician’s code for a very adorable exception.

Different Dialects: Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.

Impromptu: Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.

Soulmates: Spencer comes to a conclusion during a late night with Reader.

Intentions: Spencer’s teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

Studious Shadow: Reader’s crush won’t stop avoiding her at work and she thinks he might hate her.

Painting by Numbers: Spencer is still a little worried about his pregnant wife painting the house.

The Prodigy Path: At a parent teacher conference, Spencer and Reader explain their seemingly unorthodox parenting style.

Fairytales: Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.

Stranger Danger: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

Fever Dream: Reader makes an accidental confession, which starts the most intense game of hide and seek.

Defining Family: Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

Devil’s Advocate: Spencer’s been hooking up with the defense attorney in secret. At some point what was purely physical turned into something else.

Honeysuckle Hair: Spencer has some words to say about Reader’s curly hair.

Four in Hand: Spencer needs help with his tie.

Funny Thing Fate: Autistic!Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help.

Java Jive: Spencer and Emily take a break at the local coffee shop and she makes an understandable mistake about barista Reader and Spencer’s relationship.

Mister Spencer: Reader has a crush on her child’s teacher.

Comme des Garçons: Reader chooses an interesting way to finally confess to dating Spencer.

Pumpkin: Spencer can’t handle how cute Reader’s southern accent is.

Practice Run: Spencer and Reader take on Derek’s challenge to babysit.

Dead Air: Professor Reid is hesitant to be a guest on his old student’s true crime video series, but is surprised to find it’s not so bad.

Serendipitous: Spencer’s pretty sure Penelope mixed up his blind date.

Maddening One, My Goddess: Spencer has a one night stand… on February 13th. The next day, he is confronted with a familiar face on his pre-planned double date.

Growing Pains: Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.

Bi the Way: Morgan learns something very interesting about Reid after he leaves his bag at his significant other’s house.

Pretty Boy: Spencer thinks you’re just the bully who likes to pull his pigtails.

Happy Hydrangea: TransMan!Reader. JJ is corrected in finding out Spencer has had a boyfriend for a while now.

Off the Top: TransMan!Reader.Spencer is driving his boyfriend crazy after his top surgery.

[bu-blegh-ost]

Each Riptide captain deals with their emotions so differently.

Jay despises not having problems addressed. If she is left to her own devices, the problem will not leave her head. It'll torture her, prevent her from enjoying herself, and thus, she needs to get it out as soon as possible. She'll seek someone to talk to, she'll seek comfort and immediate solution, cause the worst thing that can ever happen to Jay Ferin is not knowing, but not a fact or information, but a piece of herself. She hates, not knowing within her own heart what she stands on, and if she can't figure it out, she begins feeling hopeless. It weighs on her, so she struggles with letting her emotions flow freely sometimes, she tries to gather them into a pattern that makes sense to her, cause only then will she be at peace. This helps her overcome certain issues quicker than Chip or Gill, but causes her to struggle with the issues that need time to process (her conversation with her grandma, her situation with her dad, Lizzy). She's been left in the void of indecision for much too long in her life, which makes her react badly to things that need such approach out of fear of repeating the mistakes of the past. At the same time, she is the one who expresses herself in the clearest way and this helps to avoid unsolved grivances between her and her crew, which is why I believe her conversation with Lizzy is still heavy on her. Cause it didn't settle everything she needed settled within her heart. Same with her decision in the Black Sea. The guilt, she wants to let go off is still within her, which causes her to lose confidence and grip on the situation at hand. But patience is something Jay can afford, as long as she knows her friends are there to wait for her. That her not having the answer immedaitely will not cause her to loose the ones she loves. It still bothers her, but for them, she can wait.

Chip's emotions are a violent hurricane. He struggles with expressing himself, and when something has him down, he becomes defensive and lashes out. At the same time, he does his best to isolate himself, usually departing somewhere high, I've noticed (the crow's nest, a roof, somewhere very little people can get to or look for). Once he is there, he cannot stop thinking about the emotional state he's in. It tears him from the inside, begs to be let out, but he leaves it to himself for far too long, let's it fester, until the self-deprecation is too much to keep inside, and it bursts foreward in a violent and ugly, but usually short outburst of emotion. It's raw and incredibly upsetting for both him and those who care about him, but at the same time cathartic. And Chip in all of that, doesn't truly need much. Just a reassurance that the awful things he tells himself sometimes are not true, that he is enough and that he's loved. He's usually not ready to receive it immediately after he breaks, but later, once he calms down, it makes his entire world brighter and more hopeful. It's a terribly unhealthy system if one allows it to run its full course, but at the same time, the more you know Chip, the easier it is to spot the storm brewing and stop it before it spills over. And Chip himself is slowly getting better in confiding in people, reaching out to people such as Drey, Roofus, Gillion and Jay who can keep him from drowning, make sure to keep him from the spiral.

Gillion is terrible in expressing himself, but in a way so much different than Chip. When Gill faces the problem, his first reaction is to take the emotion it causes and shove it deep inside, never to be seen again. He snuffs it out, quickly and efficiently, making both himself and others believe that he is not upset at all, something he learned during his training. Gill loves pretending that he is not a person who deserves to be sad. And he does his best to trust in that lie as well. But the feelings can't just be forgotten and put somewhere where he can't see them. They lay dormant, but keep coming back, stronger and stronger everyday, demanding to be heared, demanding of Gillion to let himself go and break. But Gillion doesn't want to break. It scares him more than anything, to have someone see him broken. As if he still thinks he will be punished for it. So he keeps himself busy, does not allow himself to rest, throws himself into danger with no regard of his own life, demands to be hurt, demands to be fought, anything to deplete that adrenalin, this turbulent itch inside, so there is no more time, no more energy to feel, to cry, to be in pain. Which is why it is the hardest to determine if Gillion is truly okay. Cause he'd never tell you. He'd never let himself think about it. This benefits him at times making him seem like the most emotionally stable of the crew. It helps in keeping his head clear in stressful situations, yet the problem comes when he finally stops. When there is nothing more to distract himself with and he is left with his own heart, heavy and suffering, and he can't force it into silence anymore. There is nothing else he can do, but break. And he does. Usually alone, he still tries to hide, not let anyone see, cause if someone sees then his biggest little lie is over. They can never see him as indestructible anymore. And it took Gill a long time to understand, that he means so much more to them than this indestructible shield he tries to be. That the fragile, gentle heart inside matters so much more to them than the armour around it.

Each Riptide captain deals with their emotions differently, but they all learn to overcome their bad habits, they all learn from each other, and they will never succumb to the darkness, as long as they can light the way for one another, and walk hand in hand towards better future.

[snowbellewells]

Self Promo Sunday: "A Cottage by the Sea"

This 7 chapter MC was written for the @cssns20 event, and I have always been pretty proud of how it turned out. This one pulls a bit from Pirates of the Caribbean and a bit from 1989's The Little Mermaid, and then throws in the happy ending vision that came into my head that I just needed to find a story to help them reach. I've been travelling back through all my @cssns entries recently, and I hope you'll enjoy this one if you didn't see it then - or if you decide you might want to revisit it!

**Beautiful cover art is by @searchingwardrobes! I'm still in love with it and grateful to have it to put with my story.

Summary: Princess Emma has always been drawn to the shores of Misthaven, where the sea meets the shore near her parents’ castle. When an unknown boy washes up on the sand, with eyes as fathomless and blue as the waters that brought him to her, he soon becomes Emma’s best friend, her partner in crime, and her other half.  But the tides give and the tides take away, and as her blue-eyed boy sails in her father’s navy and risks all in defense of those who made him family, unexpected danger and challenge will try to tear them apart, and might well show him just where he came from that day he first appeared to her from the sea…”

**Also available on AO3, if that's your preference**

By: @snowbellewells

Prologue

The land around her parents’ castle had always called to Princess Emma. The open spaces and craggy cliffs she could see in the distance as they plummeted into the churning sea, were windswept and wild much like herself. Though she had always been cared for and beloved, the sole heir to the kingdom of Queen Snow White, Emma also felt the desire to run free, as if she were destined for more than curtsies, crown fittings, and learning to smile demurely. Naturally, she adored her happily devoted, perfectly paired father and mother - just more so when they were teaching her to ride or aim a bow than when they were reminding her once again that she must exude patience and diplomacy at even the most interminable state dinners. She valued her kingdom and its people, understood the honor of her role in it, but that knowledge and affection failed to negate the fact that she often wished just as strongly to rip the fancy curled updos and jeweled tiaras from her head and run streaking like a loosed cannon along the wet sand at the ocean shore she could see from her chamber window, hair streaming behind her and cool, salty air on her face. All the proper princess etiquette and worries left behind.

The easiest - and her most favored - cure for that feeling of wanderlust and burning energy within was for either her mother or her father, or both whenever possible, to take her walking along the water’s edge in the evening. Emma would almost swear the Queen and King enjoyed the calming getaways almost as much as she did, both as a moment to be free of so many fussing, crowding, obsequious attendants and hangers-on, as well as to feel the open air of the world outside their palace cleansing them. She knew - though from nothing more than history and bedtime stories - that her parents had once lived and thrived out of doors, falling in love on the run as rebels before her mother regained the kingdom she had been born to lead. Both her mother, once a legendary bandit, and her father, who had started life as a humble shepherd, seemed to appreciate the chance to escape the castle walls of stone and venture out on their own with their adored and wild-hearted little girl. It concerned neither of them that Emma was bold and adventurous, bucking the traditional prim and dainty image of feminine royalty; in fact, they might have treasured those traits in her even more for how they harkened to what each loved most in the other.

One such evening, however, Queen Snow had been kept well into the twilight hour in a council meeting over trade routes and revenue, along with Emma’s father, and even Red, her godmother. Waiting impatiently, Emma fretted that she wouldn’t get outdoors and down to the shore at all, as she sat in the wide, cozy window seat of her tower room, looking out over the waves crashing up on the sands. She took in the lights of ships in their harbor, the mist and waves, and she longed to be closer - to be part of it all. In fact, she was mischievously contemplating whether or not she could scale down the outer walls in her nightdress and robe, and get to her usual walking course alone without being detected, when the door to her room opened behind her.

Snow White entered in a pleasantly flushed bluster of activity. Charming followed her with an indulgent smile, happily sweeping his daughter up into his arms as she ran to him in an excited blonde blur. She might be nearly 10-years-old, but he could still swing her up in his arms and twirl her through the air and all around the room as easily as he did when she was but a babe. Giggling happily, Emma threw her arms around her Papa’s neck and revelled in the exuberant joy of his affection.

When he put her down again, she immediately hopped around him excitedly tugging on his hand. “Can we go out for our walk now, please? Down by the shore… can we? Can we, pleeease?”

The King shook his head with a rueful chuckle, having known this would be her request the moment they set foot in their daughter’s room. She was made for the out-of-doors, an enchanting sprite of waves and sky, and he found it nigh as impossible as ever to disappoint her if her wish was within his power. “You’ll have to ask your mother this time, Sweetheart. I have more meetings, stores to check for the winter, applicants for aid to hear, a few more hours of work this evening yet.”

Snow smiled at him over Emma’s tousled blond head, nodded her agreement to a short jaunt while there was still light, Emma squealed with glee and danced an excited little jig before scampering toward the door, pulling at her mother’s hand impatiently, determined to hurry her along, Queen or no.

“You and Granny had better have cocoa and biscuits waiting for us when we return, Charming,” the dark-haired monarch grumbled, appearing stern, but the playful spark in her eyes told her husband she wasn’t really that upset. He was assuring they had what was needed for charitable giving to those less fortunate throughout the kingdom once harvests were over for the season; it would take but a moment to let the head palace cook know his wife’s wishes before continuing with his tasks.

“Anything for you, Dear,” he playfully mock-bowed before happily accepting a sweet kiss on the cheek and following his wife and daughter from the room. He was off in one direction; Marco and Jiminy both waiting down the hall to help him judge numbers, ask questions, and take notes, while Emma and Snow went in the other, headed down the stairs to the first floor side entrance and quickest path to the shore Emma was so anxious to reach. Charming supposed that many might think it strange he was not more troubled by letting his beloved and his only child wander outside the grounds alone, but his Queen could more than take care of herself. And if he knew Snow’s trusted bodyguard at all, the Huntsman they had long ago freed from Snow’s stepmother’s control, he would not be far if they had need of him when David could not accompany them - whether he was in view or not.

~~***~~

They were hand in hand, Emma’s shoes in her mother’s grip, as she skipped with exuberant satisfaction at her side, toes squidging with the exquisite feel of the wet grains of sand as she did. It was all Emma had wanted all day, from the moment she’d gotten dressed and shared breakfast with her parents and godmother, informal as they had no visitors in the warm, cozy castle kitchens. Throughout her interminable etiquette lessons with the Blue Fairy, and studying with her tutors, she had wanted nothing more than to be carefree by the water like this, and she was beside herself with excitement to be there at last.

Ruffling her daughter’s hair, Snow let the worries and concerns of meetings, treaties, budgets, and protocols slide from her shoulders while the evening breeze caressed her face. Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes for a moment and laughed into the wind right along with her precious child. Perhaps she had needed the escape just as much.

Then, with a sharp jerk, Emma’s smaller hand tugged from hers with a cry of surprise. “Mama, look there!” she called, her fingers slipping from her mother’s grasp as she began to pelt across the sand in alarm. “A boy! A boy just came out of the water!  He’s hurt!”

Immediately, Snow White’s focus was sharp, snapping back into full awareness, scanning ahead of them to where she saw a dark, bedraggled shape, not much larger than Emma, lying on the lighter colored beach. Emma had run forward in such concern that she had already almost reached the small shape, and her mother quickly gathered up her skirts and jogged forward to catch her, not sure yet what to expect. “Emma! Wait! Be careful!” she warned, though she already knew the caution would fall on deaf ears. Emma was fearless for her own safety, and had a soft spot for any person or thing injured or in need; she wouldn’t be stopping if she thought she could help.

Nearing the indeed soaked, disheveled, and unconscious child, Emma had already fallen to her knees, trying to shake and urge the unknown person back to awareness. The queen’s concern for her daughter’s safety instantly melted into compassion for the waif who didn’t move, didn’t speak, and barely seemed to breathe. For a child of his seeming height, he was frighteningly thin, his clothing threadbare and torn, hair too long, nearly hiding his closed eyes as soaked to his skin as it was. The Queen’s maternal heart ached for him, wondering how he came to be in such a state, alone and washed up from the sea. Taking Emma’s hand to stop her jostling him, Queen Snow could only hope they weren’t too late to save this mere boy’s life. It was only just beginning.

She looked up, wondering how they could get him back to the castle and trying to gauge how far they had traveled from the gates. Just as she was vaguely considering whether or not she could call one of the birds she was able to use as messengers - a gift that had served her often throughout life - when a tall shadow materialized from the woods bordering the shore, before she even needed to call out. Her long time bodyguard, Graham, Snow realized with easy relief; she should have known he would not be far, and regardless of the necessity - or lack thereof - in this moment she was glad he was there. This child needed help, and they needed to get him to a physician as soon as possible.

The Huntsman scooped the still-motionless boy up easily and began to carry him back the way they had come. Snow and Emma hovered on either side in anxious worry. As soon as they got him home to safety, they would bring him around. They had to. They had to have found him for a reason.

~~***~~

Once the unknown boy had been carried back to the castle, his slight form hardly causing the Huntsman to strain himself, bundled down before the warm hearthfire of the kitchens, boneless still, but changed from his wet rags into a old castoff tunic of the King’s (long enough to be a nightshirt on the lanky youth) and covered in numerous blankets, it took little time for the youth to come back to himself. 

Emma hovered anxiously next to the little stranger she had found, feeling oddly protective of “her boy” as she was already thinking of him in her head. She only paused in her agitated fidgeting to briefly take a cup of cocoa for herself and return the supportive hand squeeze offered her by their friend Red, Granny’s actual granddaughter and Emma’s frequent babysitter and playmate as well as her godmother.

Of course, Doc, the castle’s rather unofficial physician, had been sent for upon their return, but as the child before them began to stir of his own accord, Emma let herself hope that it would prove a mere precaution and their charge would be just fine. Heavy-lidded eyes blinked open slowly, as if still weary and reluctant to revive. When finally the thick, dark lashes parted to reveal rather stunning, unbelievably sea-blue eyes, Emma gasped at the shock that ran through her. Even as the boy’s widened in equal surprise and alarm, his eyes fixed on her gaze for several endless moments before darting around his surroundings, clearly unsure where he was or what had happened.

“Shh…. sh… hush now…” Emma felt her own tense muscles loosen as her mother’s voice calmly bathed the scene in gentle comfort. The Queen, soft and careful, and looking for all the world in that moment just like any other mother hoping to reassure her frightened child, stooped down to eye level with the boy they had propped up in a heaping nest of pillows and quilts by the fire. She reached out to softly brush his dark hair off his forehead, but froze when the boy flinched back like a startled animal. Instead, she only added in the same low, sweet croon. “You’re safe here. No one is going to hurt you… It’s alright now.”

The youngster’s eyes continued to cast about him for several tense moments, but then he seemed to finally register the calm surrounding him and accept that he would be alright. The tentatively crooked smile he offered back to the Queen sparked a bit of hope in all who were gathered around him. And when a steaming cup of cocoa was pressed into his hands by Granny with a brusque but concerned admonishment to “drink up, it’ll warm your insides” before the cook bustled off again, he seemed to come back to himself even more at the scent which wafted up into his face of chocolate and their family’s customary hint of cinnamon.

Emma could practically see interest light up those expressive eyes, but the child hesitated rather than bringing the cup to his lips for a taste. Darting from Queen to Princess uncertainly, he seemed to be gauging whether or not it was truly acceptable for him to take a drink.

“Go ahead,” Emma urged, smiling in what she hoped was reassurance. She wasn’t known for her patience, and she couldn’t know that this youth had never experienced hot cocoa, nor many pleasant treats at all, in his young life. Hoping to encourage him, she lifted her own mug to drink and then smacked her lips at the delightful taste, making Ruby laugh and her mother shake her head at her dreadful table manners. The boy’s face, however, lit with a bit of humor and happiness that it had not yet held. “It’s good, I promise,” Emma added with a grin. “You’ll like it.”

Almost as if he could resist no longer, the boy tipped his cup and took a sip of the warm, rich beverage at last. Then, it seemed he discovered the powers of liquid chocolate that everyone else in the room well knew. His eyes widened in delight, and he tipped his head back to get every last drop as he quickly guzzled down the rest, making Emma giggle, and him startle guiltily as if he’d done something wrong.

“Don’t worry,” Emma assured, reaching out innocently to lay her hand on his, “You can have some more, right Mama?”

Queen Snow White’s eyes were a bit misty with unshed tears, having already met Granny’s gaze over Emma’s head and Ruby’s as well, the three women piecing together things Emma in her sheltered, loving world could not yet know about what this youngster must have gone through. His reactions and his guardedness spoke volumes, even in silence. Nodding simply, not sure at first that she could speak around the painful lump in her throat, Snow finally managed to agree, “Yes, for tonight at least, our new friend may have all the hot cocoa his heart desires.”

~~***~~

The boy’s name, it turned out, was Killian Jones. He did recall that much once he regained his bearings, as well as the fact that he had possessed a father, mother, and older brother in a happy little house before his mother had seemingly vanished from his young life, and they had sent sail on the boat he had been on before washing ashore. No matter how many questions they asked or how he tried to call more forth, he remembered little else of what happened to his mother or father. He knew he had been told she fell ill and died, but all he could bring forth in his mind’s eye was that one morning he had awakened and she had vanished from his life as if she never existed at all - just a pleasant dream. His elder brother Liam had been on the boat with him, and Killian had shed tears that broke all their hearts when he recalled the day his brother had been swept overboard and lost to him forever. But as to what had become of his father, and how he had been sentenced to the life of hard labor he had clearly endured afterward, there was nothing but a blank and questions.

 As days and weeks, then months, and finally years went by, he remained with them at Misthaven castle.  Though far from a young prince, Killian was raised as a member of the royal household, growing up side-by-side with Princess Emma. They appeared to be quite close in age, and joined by the fact that she had found him and seemed to take Killian on as her own, he and Emma were quite inseparable - the best of friends and as “thick as thieves” as Granny always lamented when they were underfoot or stealing berries meant for tarts and pies on the royal dinner table.

As they reached adolescence, the King and Queen began to wonder where Kilian would be happiest as he came of age. The young man they had come to adore almost as a son had several skills: he was invaluable in the stables, exuding a calming force over the horses and evincing a knack for their training and care; he was quite good as an extra hand in the kitchen when Granny was understaffed or had more visiting mouths than usual to feed (for all her tough talk the aging widow had a soft spot for the boy and would no doubt have mentored him as a cook). Killian was bright; genuine knowledge and curiosity made him a voracious reader and student, honestly gaining more from the princess’ many esteemed tutors than Emma ever had and enjoying the study much more. He would have been easy to train as a page or diplomat, but none of those options seemed quite right.

It was not until his fifteenth birthday that the way Killian hoped to take became clear. It might have seemed improbable to most, knowing that the sea had once nearly swallowed him whole and claimed his life, but to Emma who knew him better than anyone else, it made sense. Those restless, wandering waves held an appeal, a mystery and adventure, and perhaps even still some bit of himself that her friend needed to claim. He stated his intention to join her father’s Navy with a proud certainty. And Emma’s heart swelled with equal gratification, but also fear. The sea had given him to her, but it wanted to take him back again…

It had taken them all such a long time to show Killian that he was welcome there, truly a part of their loving extended family. At first, Killian had shrunk back - shoulders hunched, head bowed, breath coming quickly in frightened pants - any time he might accidentally drop and break a dish or he reached for a second roll at the table, making it clear was that he had been punished and berated, to the point that he cowered like a whipped dog whenever he feared he might have put even a toe out of line. Princess Emma knew that her parents suspected beatings and physical abuse; it was clear in the concerned way their eyes met in silent communication whenever Killian reacted with the intense fear and apology he often showed in his bearing; she sadly had to agree that they were quite probably correct. She shuddered to think of how he might still be suffering under some cruel captain’s mistreatment, miserable, stranded and helpless to change his situation if it had not been for the shipwreck which brought him to Misthaven instead. There had been no question for any of them that he must stay, when they had learned of his indenture and how he had been orphaned and abandoned. She couldn’t have been more glad that all in the castle were in agreement; Emma had already decided that “her boy” needed to stay there with them, where he was safe and she could be sure he was happy and free. Neither of them were small children anymore, but Emma’s care and affection for him had never changed.

For so long before Killian’s arrival, she had been the only child in a palace of grown-ups: rulers, dignitaries, staff - a whole caravan of people who doted and adored, but very few who could be peers, to play with, talk to, and simply understand her. As the days had flowed into one another, turning into months and years until most people could hardly remember when she and Killian were not linked, they  were practically siblings in every way that mattered. The princess knew that she didn’t intend to live - not could she imagine - her life without him ever again.

And then, seemingly in the mere blink of an eye, they were fifteen and moving from playing tag amongst the grape arbors and lilac bushes in her mother’s gardens and slipping out of the interminable poise and etiquette lessons which Emma detested yet was never allowed to miss, to the stage where Killian was serving as her partner while she learned the waltz and other ballroom dances she would need to master for formal balls and ceremonies. Not only that, but as they edged into adolescence, Emma’s heart thumped against her chest differently than it used to as Killian led her gracefully through the steps. Even as her heart seemed ready to ricochet from her body, the warmth of Killian’s skin where they touched and the utter safety she felt in his hold half intoxicated her. As awareness spun her head round, uncertain what to do with it or how to proceed with these strange new feelings suddenly flooding her, all Emma could be certain of was the pang of loss she felt at knowing that Killian’s desire was to soon join her father’s naval fleet. At fifteen, he was at last of age to sail as a cabin boy and begin to work his way up in a ship’s ranks. Though she knew that had long been her friend’s desired course, Emma’s heart still ached to see him go.

However, her parents could not deny him the chance to seek such a worthy ambition. Indeed, they were proud of Killian, happy to help him secure a place on one of their finest vessels and make certain he knew their confidence in him and their faith that he would succeed. All too soon, after years with him at her side, it was the day Emma’s confidant and companion was set to sail on his first voyage. Though she knew in her head that the kingdom was in a time of peace and that it was a mere routine mission, her heart could not ignore the fact that sea travel always came with risk. Not only that, but she would miss Killian terribly.

Still, goodbyes had been said, all was made ready, and she was left on the dock, waving goodbye as the best friend she had ever known met her eyes and waved back. His pretty blue eyes, that had long since begun to speak to her as ardently as his actual words, expressed a potent blend of pained anxiety at leaving his adopted family and the life he had known and excitement for the adventure ahead on the waves that stirred his blood. She stood there long after the rest of the crowd seeing him off had dispersed and gone back to the castle, watching as the naval ship bearing “her boy” (as she sometimes still in the deepest and most secret depths  of her heart thought of him) became a small dot on the horizon before fading from view entirely. 

And only then had the journey truly begun...

Part One

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[crabcollectorskykid]

Hey it’s moi again coming at you live!

Can the reader be arora male reader from sky children of the light x metkayina clan

May I request where the metkayina family meeting arora male reader for the first time and then being so fascinated with the male reader who’s gentle and kind and them being for fascinated when they sing because it’s so calming and it attracts the sea animals.

It’s okay if you don’t want to do this but I saw on you resent post that you wanted a request from someone so here I am gracing your presence :>

Metkayina family x aurora/M!Reader

Genre: pure fluff, I swear it's pure fluff

Warnings: none

Pronouns: he/him

HEYY, sorry I haven't been active lately. I was a bit stress thinking about how I'm going back to school soon and got writers block :'>.

Now how did you get here hmmm, oh right. You fell from the sky like meteor right-/hj

But seriously you really did fell from the sky, so the clan was a bit cautious of you.

But once you showed them that you really can't harm them because of how fragile you are, they tolerated you.

They liked how you were kind,gentle,and helpful you are to them.

You even made an effort to learn and try their ways of life.

But uh-like I said before, you were fragile. Like a glass.

So you only helped around inside the village, not aloud to go outside the reef.

The tsahik and the olo'eyktan were surprised to see how the sea animals would go to you, they were surprised how easy it was for you to attract them easily even after living a few days with them.

Aonung and Tsiyera would start to hang out with you more. Mostly tsiyera

Aonung would help you learn a few self defense tips,teaches you how to hunt,ride an ilu too. The ilu part was a bit hard but was surprisingly patient with you, maybe it's because you very small compared to them. He was there when you caught your first fish, he praised you alot. He would always try to avoid you when he's with his friends not because he's embarrassed that he hangs out with you. No never, it's because he doesn't you getting made fun of.

Tsiyera was like a big sister to you! She helped you with your breathing, you were honestly happy that she was the one who taught you because aonung was a bit intimidating. Meditating during free time is a must, after getting lost and don't know how to get back to your original home caused you to be a bit stressed, so meditating helped you alot. Especially with Tsiyera because how calm and gentle she was with you.

Tonowari and Ronal, wellll...your relationship with them..is complicated-

I mean they aren't bad or harsh on you, you interacted with them but not much. But they are very much happy how kind and gentle you are with their children. They were even suprised how aonung hanged out with you. They tolerated you (ended up adopting you at the end-)

In the middle of the night, you couldn't sleep. You don't really sleep much in your original home, you would pretend to sleep incase they check on you. But when the village are asleep you would sneek out and go to the shore.

Singing helps you relax but you were a bit shy to show your voice yet so you just sneek out in the middle of the night since you know everyone is gonna be asleep.

Unfortunately, aonung wasn't very tired that night and heard singing. It almost made him go to sleep but he had to investigate who was singing at this time of the night.

He also woke up Tsiyera since he ain't going alone.

They saw you at the shore, singing or humming to the sea animals around you.

They were fascinated. Fascinated on how you attracted the sea animals. Fascinated how you sang or hum. Fascinated how gentle and calming your voice was. They were in awe on how your voice goes well with your personality.

" 🎵 hmmmm, hmmm...

I was listenin' to the ocean

I saw a face in the sand

But when I picked it up

Then it vanished away from my hands, dah

I had a dream, I was seven

Climbin' my way in a tree

I saw a piece of Heaven

Waitin' in patience for me, dah

And I was runnin' far away

Would I run off the world someday?

Nobody knows, nobody knows

And I was dancing in the rain

I felt alive and I can't complain

But no, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I can't take it anymore🎵"

You sang while petting the sea animals around you, you didn't even notice the two metkayina admiring you from afar.

Aonung accidentally stepped on a twig and that caught your attention "huh-is anyone there?" You asked looking back, the two of them covered their mouths and signalled to eachother to go. You just shrugged and thought you were just imagining things.

The next day, the two tried to summon their confidence to talk to you about last night but no word came out of their mouth. "Were you guys spying on me last night" you spoke in their language, you suprisingly caught up to their language well which was very help and useful to you when talking to them. Aonung and Tsiyera eyes widen at the sudden question "H-how did you-" "I heard your hurried footsteps last night and muttering about me about last night" you answered aonung.

"Tsiyera this is your fault" aonung said looking at Tsiyera who had an offended look on her face "no it isnt-you were the one who stepped on a twig." She defended, the two kept arguing completely forgetting you were there until you giggled.

"no worries, I don't mind. Besides I would be curious too on who was singing in the middle of the night." You smiled, aonung and Tsiyera watched as your smile reflect the sun...you were certainly an angel-

"I uhm-ahem. I'm just wondering, how are you so good at singing." Aonung asked you scratched the back of your neck "In my original home I was a singer, many skykids liked me and majority of the time they wanted to be my friend."

That day on, you always sang in the morning instead of the night. Many metkayina would watch you sing, some even stayed till the very end.

[animatorweirdo]

When The Dragons Fly (Book 4)

You encourage Aelon and Eweniel to train while you recover and then remember your own training.

Chapter 2

Warnings: mentions of injuries, broken ribs, training with swords, injured hands, arguing with parents, angst, and self-deprecation.

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The fire was crackling in the hearth, warming up the old house that still stood surprisingly well despite its worn condition. Baelen and the host had added moss and other things to cover holes and gaps in the walls to ensure the warmth would not escape, and your recovery would be more pleasant. You have nearly forgotten what it was like having people to ensure your comfort. 

You were reading a book you found in the house while keeping snow wrapped up in a towel against your broken ribs. The cold bag numbed the pain and aching in your bones. Eda was brewing medicine in the house, handling and mixing herbs in a boiling pot.  

Your condition has improved over the past few days, but there is still a long way to go before you are fit to travel again. 

The door to the house opened. Aelon walked inside with Eweniel, carrying loads of wooden blocks in their arms. They dropped them at the side of the hearth and then brushed their hands from the scraps that stuck to their hands. 

“Hey, (Name). I was thinking…” Aelon turned toward you, making you lay down the book and give him your attention. 

“Since you still need time to recover. I could continue training and start helping Eweniel to learn how to wield a sword. I think this is a good time since we most likely need to be prepared to face danger on our next journey,” Aelon explained while Eweniel stood beside him. 

“That’s fine by me,” You nodded and glanced toward Eweniel. “Just make sure you start with something easy and use wooden sticks. We don’t want any accidents,” 

Eweniel huffed. “Wouldn't it be easier if I started with an actual sword? I’m strong enough to carry it and I don’t mind any cuts if I get any,” She questioned, making you raise a brow at her. 

“Well, I mind if you get any cuts. Besides, wielding a sword is different from carrying it. It is more difficult than you think, especially if you do not know how to use it," You said while returning your attention to your book. 

"You need to start by familiarizing yourself with how to hold it, use it for defense, and strike with it. Then, you may change to an actual sword. Wielding a sword is not the same as wielding a club. You need footwork, balance, and patience. No swordsman has ever won a fight without them,” You explained sternly. 

“If you can’t learn them, then you may as well stick with a club,”

Eweniel sighed, dropping her shoulders. “Fine…” 

You looked toward Aelon. “Aelon, since you suggested it. You will be the one teaching her,”

“I was planning to do it anyway,” Aelon grinned. 

“Good. But do not go easy on her just because she’s your friend. Breaks are fine, but she needs to train at least two hours a day,” You said. 

“Got it,” Aelon nodded. 

“Good. Get started right now. The sooner the better, and Eweniel. If you slack off, you better stick with the bow,” You said as the two began leaving the house. 

“Yeah, yeah—” Eweniel replied as the two opened the door. 

Aelon stopped at the door and looked toward you. “Oh, (Name). Do you need me to bring a new batch of snow for you?” Aelon asked. 

You checked the bag in your hand. “No. This one is still fine. Now get going,” You smiled and motioned with your head to go. 

“Okay, rest well now,” Aelon said, then left through the door. 

After the two closed the door, Eda sighed and shook her head. “I thought I already had enough of treating your brother when he got injured during your training. I will curse you if I have to start again with Eweniel,” She glanced at you accusingly, causing you to chuckle. 

“It’s best for them to learn how to defend themselves. We now live in a dangerous time since Morgoth has expanded his power over the north,” You continued reading through the words of the book. 

“Unfortunately, you are right about that,” Eda admitted, turning her attention back to the pot. “I hope the children don’t take training too seriously that they injure themselves,” She said and continued working on the brew. 

You stared at the ceiling after hearing her remark. Your mind returned to the days when your father trained you to fight. He made you train with a real sword, which was why you struggled to learn and got easily nicked and bruised. You nearly felt ashamed to realize that he truly went more hard on you and demanded too much in such a short time, which was why you allowed Aelon to learn at his own pace. 

You looked at your right arm. The scar from the warg bite still vibrant on your skin and there was a slight aching in your bones when you thought about the incident. However, the warg scar was little compared to the other scars on your hands. You had started using creams to moisturize your hands before the attack, but you could still remember everything you pushed yourself to do to reach your father’s expectations. Expectations that were too much for a young child. 

You started remembering everything, including all the fights between your parents.

The dinner was quiet as you, your mother, and your father dined together. The cooks had prepared stew and other side dishes to feed you all. The food was good, but you had difficulty eating with your hands wrapped in bandages, every motion with your fingers were stiff and caused a small sting from your cuts. 

“How was the training today?” Your mother questioned, breaking the silence. 

“It was good. I slipped a few times on the mud, but it was good,” You answered. 

“She has a lot to improve,” Your father remarked, not taking his eyes from the reports he had taken to the dinner. 

“I see… What happened to your hands?” Your mother stared at your wrapped hands. 

“I…” You were uncertain how to answer. Your mother would not be happy about your father nicking you. She had been against the whole training thing since the beginning. “My sword slipped a few times and I cut myself,” You excused. 

“But the maesters said it's nothing too serious. They did suggest I take a few days break from the training to heal,” You quickly added. 

“I think that would be the best too,” your mother agreed. 

“We have a riding lesson the day after tomorrow. She will be fine,” Your father suddenly added.

“Maekar. Both of her hands are wounded enough to be covered by bandages. I think she should take a break. Hasn’t she trained enough for the past weeks?” Your mother started with a displeased tone. 

“No! No! It’s fine. Riding isn’t that bad…” You interjected with worry, hoping to avoid another fight that was slowly brewing. 

“No, (Name). It’s not fine. He’s demanding too much of you,” Your mother shook her head at you.  

“We talked about this. She needs to be trained hard to be a proper warrior,” Your father took his eyes from the reports and looked at your mother. 

“You have trained her for two whole weeks. I think she deserves a break. I want to have her for the next two weeks. You might want to train her into a warrior, but don’t forget that she’s still a daughter. She needs to learn how to be a lady and be with other girls,” Your mother stated with agitation. 

“Meleyna. Don’t start with this,” Your father said with a warning tone. 

You looked down as your parents started arguing. Your mother was just worried but it always escalated into an argument when it was about you and your future. You silently gathered food on your plate and sneaked away into your room to eat while your parents argued. It was the only way you knew how to avoid the conflict and be less ashamed for being the cause of their argument.

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[amethystfairy1]

Hi! Wip game pls?

Stars

No

Memory

Trust

Patience

Fine (as in the feeling)

Snow

Braid

Shiny

Blood

Also, I think it’s really neat you knit and crochet! I also crochet but can’t knit but kind of want to learn? I lowkey want Scott to make a blanket with various blue yarns as like an anniversary gift? Blankets take hella long to make, also depending on yarn weight, tension, hook size, etc so now’s as good a time as any to start on it lol

This'll be my last post for the WIP ask game! ☺️

From TTSBC WIPS -

“Look at the stars, Tilly! Aren’t they pretty, darling?” She exclaimed cheerfully, as if she was none the wiser to the carnage she’d left behind her.

“Besides, no one ever said you wouldn’t be getting more kisses.” 

But the strings were so vivid in his memory, an analogy he’d come up with for himself two decades ago as he slogged through anguish and half-asked questions that’d only gotten him burned. 

And besides, he trusted Cub. That would have to do for now.

No use of the word 'patience' in any of current WIPS!

No use of the word 'Fine' with the specific connotation you asked for, either!

From TT WIPS!

He brought his pure snow-white wings around and wrapped them around himself, over the sloppy, blood-stained, reused bandages on his arms.

I don't use the word 'braid' anywhere! 😅

No use of the word 'shiny' either!

And for a moment, he considered that kid in the alley…that kid who’d killed in self-defense, felt the blood drenching his back, felt the incredible high of bloodlust, and given up his dreams of ever being perceived as anything more than a liar and a thief. 

Yes, I love to crochet! I crochet amigurumi a lot, specifically dolls, I've actually made some of the different Traffic SMP characters! I'm working on making a Jimmy doll with big golden wings right now, actually! 🥰 Knitting is really cool too, but I dunno how to explain it I find crochet a bit easier to freehand stuff with, and I enjoy that a lot! Plus amigurumi and doll-making is much easier, I think, with crochet! My love of yarn and crochet and knitting is about to become relevant very soon in TTSBC, actually 😆

[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter eight

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, oral sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, PTSD, choking

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My defenses were officially down. I stopped trying to push Bucky away and distance myself from him. I flirted back and sent him flirty eyes across the OR. I brought him the occasional morning coffee. I didn’t have it in me to fight him anymore, but I didn’t make things easy for him either. And while the tension was mounting between us, we hadn’t hooked up again since the on-call room. We shared a few after work drinks and occasionally ate lunch together, but nothing more than that. While I enjoyed spending more time with him and getting to know him on a more personal level, I was beginning to get impatient and I wondered if he was challenging me to make the first move.

We had just finished a successful surgery where we treated a firefighter who had saved several people in a hotel fire. He was badly burned and there were concerns about smoke inhalation. Dr. Wilson scrubbed in to help with the skin grafts while Bucky focused on repairing his lungs and trachea. It was extremely beneficial for me because I was able to witness and assist both surgeons. Plastics tended to have a reputation of being all about nose jobs, but treating burns took a lot of skill and patience. 

Once the patient was closed up and stable, it took everything in me to keep from jumping in Bucky’s arms. His practiced hands and cool demeanor never failed to impress me.

“You did great in there,” he complimented.

“Thanks, I learned from the best,” I grinned.

He gave me a nod, appreciating the gentle ego stroke. “Do you want to come with me to update the fire chief?” The entire fire department was nervously waiting for some news.

“Absolutely,” I smiled. Delivering good news was something I always looked forward to.

We walked out of the OR together and strode down the long hallway to the waiting area. 

With each step, I noticed the back of Bucky’s hand gently brushing against mine. I couldn’t be sure if he was doing it on purpose, but I also couldn’t help myself. I carefully wrapped my pinky around one of his fingers and held it for a few seconds before dropping it. Bucky countered my move by lightly grasping my pinky and ring finger with his pointer and middle fingers. But he had no intention of letting go. This subtle maneuver elicited a smile, and probably a blush, onto my face. Time slowed as we walked toward our destination. I wanted so badly to turn and look at him, to try and read the expression on his face, but I didn’t want to attract attention from onlookers. 

Once the firechief was in our line of sight, he stood up, eagerly awaiting our news. Bucky gave my fingers a quick squeeze before dropping my hand and I slowed a few steps. I don’t even remember what he said to the captain and crew, but I remember their reaction. They all started cheering and they lined up to shake Bucky’s hand. I was surprised when the captain turned to me and shook my hand as well, thanking me for saving one of his guys. The rest of the squad followed suit, showing us their genuine gratitude for our services. There was no better feeling in the world.

We left the firefighters to celebrate together and I was surprised when Bucky whispered into my ear, “Come with me.” He didn’t have to say it twice; I followed him into the elevator and he hit the button for the basement and then rapidly hit the door shut button. 

As soon as the doors closed, he was all over me. He pushed me up against the side of the elevator and suffocated me with his lips. It only took me a split second to react and melt into his arms. I felt like I had woken up parched in the middle of the night and I couldn’t consume water fast enough. The first touch of his lips didn’t come close to quenching my thirst, I needed more. 

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Bucky pulled away but quickly grabbed my hand, leading me through the doors.

“Where are you taking me, the morgue?” I finally asked.

“You’ll see.”

He opened a door and inside was a small room surrounded by pipes. The ceiling was some sort of lattice design that let in small squares of light from above. And the floor had sections of what looked like storm drain covers.

“What the hell, Buck?” I asked, completely confused.

“This is my secret spot. I come here sometimes to think or if I have a PTSD flare up. It activates my senses and kind of grounds me and brings me back to reality.”

I was confused by his explanation and was about to question him, when he stopped me.

“Just wait, you’ll understand soon.” 

I still had questions, but before I could ask he brought his hand to my cheek and pulled me into him again, connecting his soft lips to mine. This kiss was different though. It wasn’t as desperate as before. It was…gentle. His thumb caressed my jaw line as he planted small and delicate kisses on my lips. 

A hissing sound came from underneath us and Bucky pulled away a fraction of an inch. 

“You ready?” he breathed onto my lips. I nodded, expecting him to initiate something, but all he did was take hold of my hands. Then suddenly, a rush of air flew up through the vent we were standing on. My hair was flying all over the place and I couldn’t help but let out a surprised laugh. The feeling was exhilarating. Bucky looked at me with a smile and adoration in his eyes.

“Amazing right?”

“Amazing,” I breathed. As the air flow died down, my head was clear and I knew exactly what I wanted. I grabbed Bucky’s scrub top and pulled him in towards me, wanting to feel his lips on mine again. 

Life in that moment became so simple. I didn’t care if people gossiped about me or judged me. I couldn’t get so caught up in the effects this might have on my career. I had to focus on the now and the now was Bucky. He made me feel beautiful and cared for. He respected me for my brains and my talent. He made me laugh and always knew the perfect thing to say. He wasn’t here to play games, he knew what he wanted and he was going after it. And the feeling of his skin on mine was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

So when Bucky untucked my scrub top, trying to pull it over my head, I surprised us both when I shook my head and pulled back.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he reacted. 

“Nothing! No, this is all incredible. I just…can we go somewhere a little more…comfortable?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. We can go find an on-call room.”

“Mm, I was thinking somewhere like…not in the hospital?”

“Oh. Well we could go to my place.” I’d never been to his place. He’d seen my apartment a few times but it was never really anything we planned for. I quickly became very interested to see where he lived.

“Yeah, that’d be nice. I just need to go check on my patients first.”

“Of course. Meet me in the parking lot in thirty?”

“Perfect,” I replied. I had butterflies in my stomach at the prospect of having more one on one time with Bucky.

I held my hand out for him to take as I stepped toward the door. He took my hand but instead of walking forward with me, he pulled me towards him again. He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me, sending me back into a haze of sexual tension. Then he moved toward my neck, kissing his way up to my ear, where he nibbled and tugged on my earlobe.

“That’s just a little preview for later,” he whispered in my ear. The butterflies in my stomach were going wild now.

“And you think I’m a tease?” I commented. He let out a chuckle and kissed my cheek, taking a tight hold of my hand as we returned to the elevator. I had to refocus my mind for a short amount of time to get through my patient rounds, and then I could think about Bucky the rest of the night.

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

I am back from my much needed vacation, and while I did not manage to write much of anything, I did get a little something to drop for you in continuation from my snippet from last week. This one is rated slightly spicy. I love them, your honor. I have no other defense other than this.

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A gasp, raw and rasping passes from Ulfric’s lips as she bites down gently, demanding he bow to her; she is his queen and her tongue slips inside his mouth, tangling with his as she takes what she wants. Hands soon follow, and she reaches out to rake her fingers down the front of his chest to brush over the front of his pants.

No message could be clearer to him. She is teasing him, trying to tempt him into more as if he needed any reason to take her. If she continues with her recklessness, he might just give her what she wants. However, for now he tries to regain his composure as he moves one of his hands behind her back to flip her so that she is underneath him.

Propping himself up on one elbow, the fingers of his left hand skim their way down her sides with a featherlight touch. “You are testing what little patience I have left.”

“I don’t see what the problem with that is, do you?” Dahlia responds as she looks up at him with a self-satisfied smirk. While her eyes are wide with innocence, her lips promise anything but—wickedness drips from her tongue like Firebrand wine, and he would wish to drown himself in them.

“If you continue to provoke me, you’ll not like what comes next.”

“Promises, promises.” Her tongue clicks, “Make good on them for once in your life, Ulfric, and make an honest politician out of yourself.”

“I made an honest woman out of you in case you have forgotten.”

Dahlia laughs, the rich sound like thick honey filling Ulfric’s ears. “I was always honest.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“No, love. That’s just the truth, believe it or not.” She smiles wide and reaches up to put her arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss.

For several more minutes, they remain wrapped in the warmth of each other, neither one with a care in the world except for what is right in front of them—the other. Eventually however, Dahlia pulls away from Ulfric slowly, her eyes unfocused but with a smile planted firmly on her face. “I love you, you know this, right?”

“Of course.” A lazy smile makes its way onto his lips before he continues. “Why do I feel like you are going to say something that I do not like?”

She smacks a hand against his chest playfully. “We need to get up.”

“And were you not just saying moments ago that I do not make good on any of my promises?”

“That is not exactly what I said.”

“Hmm,” he moves closes to her, his lips barely touching against hers. “Now who is the politician?”

“I learned from the best.” Dahlia presses her lips against his quickly before getting up.

[frostythefrostedfox]

I can't really see sonamy working out in the long run, either one of or both characters would have to be ooc if they were a couple, I can only see it as alot of giving and sacrificing mostly from Sonic's end, because so far shown in the games canon, Amy hasnt had alot of patience with him and wants a more typical kind of relationship with sonic with dating and all that, which sonic just isnt all that in to.

Considering how much the average sonamy fanbrat clings for dear life to two tposing models in a leaked screenshot and one out of context leftover line, it has always seem like they are looking for validation rather than consensus, they tend to turn any conversation from "exposition of motives" to "explaining why i am right", and you cant win that one, you never will.

The reason why so much sonamy related stuff feels so OOC for both of themy care very little about representing the actual characters and more about representing what they want these characters to be, usually turning them into mouthpieces for whatever bias or story they want to tell, which in turn explains a lot of their love for other OOC representations of their pairing, like Prime Sonic and Thorn, or IDW Sonamy. Their story reads great if you read it in a vacuum, but as soon as you contrast whatever they wrote with the writing in the games, it becomes apparent that these are not the same characters, replacing Sonic with Domingo, by writing him to be, usually, a self centered prick that has to learn the value of *insert positive trait here*, or a little penis man that trips on his balls everytime he takes a step and needs someone to believe in him so he can do this with the power of love and friendship; and replacing Amy with Consuela, this lovey dovey perfect girl that has never ever done anything wrong, has never made Sonic feel uncomfortable, has never stalked him and has never ever in the history of ever tried to force her views and herself into sonic's lifestyle.

For some this shit was never about "why would these two character become better by being with each other" and more of "Me and my pookie". For a while several depictions of sonamy (i would call it fanon, but that would imply there is a canon counterpart, and guess what!) have always struck me as some weird self insert, and it usually reads in one of two ways

First: Self inserting as Sonic, the one being chased, the thing gets morphed into some early 2000s romcom plot, "she is annoying but i care about her", where, at the end, the pursued reveals that they have always had an interest in the pursuer and that trying to get away was their way to try and fool themselves. Usually this goes with the motif of "I wish that were me"

Second: Self inserting as Amy, this is the toxic and problematic one, because more often than not the author ends up agreeing with the concept of "Love as a transaction", where their interest must always be reciprocated because they did these many things, they have been around for this long or they have met this set of arbitrary requisites.

I really don't wanna be that person, but to me these behaviours tends to speak a lot more about its poster than about the subject of the post, and the fact that you're usually met with such defensive, offensive and sometimes aggresive behaviours (because the shit that some of them say is really eyebrow raising and I wanna believe is just a passing comment that does not represents their actual views on said topics and issues) from the fanbrats upon mentioning it, hinting at it or bringing it up, makes me believe it

If you have to change two characters so much before they can be compatible with each other, maybe they don't belong together, and maybe, just maybe, you're just looking way to deep into something that holds absolutely no meaning for validation of your ideas that you yourself made believe were real, and acting the way that some do whenever the topic aint "how great sonamy is" kinda points in the direction of "I know it but im afraid to admit it"

At the end of the day people can like whatever they want and I'm sure that most sonamy fans are normal people, but if you're one of the fanbrats that just gotta be so vocal and loud about it, don't act all offended when the others complain, or worse, do the same