#i did not intend for this to get so long. but clearly i have opinions

[thehandymen]

ok controversial opinion but. although spy x family and buddy daddies appear to have a lot in common (traumatized hitmen acquire a child etc etc) i really don’t think they should be compared. yor & loid, despite rushing into a marriage of convenience, are both pretty decently equipped to act as parental figures despite their unconventional backgrounds. yor has the experience of practically raising yuri from a very young age, and loid’s jack-of-all-trades spy career and general hyper competent personality means they’re able to handle anya and the whole sudden family situation better than your average single, childless, late-20s(?) adult. of course they still face a lot of bumps in the road/have a lot to learn, but what they do know from their respective lives and occupations definitely helps, and let’s not forget that anya is a whole telepath. 

kazuki and rei, on the other hand, have absolutely ZERO parental qualifications. it’s pretty obvious both of them have lived through their fair share of tragedy, with kazuki and his presumed dead wife and rei and his brutal childhood, but they’re also just. really messy people individually. kazuki is shown to regularly hang around gambling houses/the red light district and rei is a wet sock of a man when not in uniform. miri is your typical 4 year old: wildly energetic, no filter, constantly making a mess, requires attention at all times, and so on. unlike anya, she cannot read the minds of those around her, which means the only way she knows how to “help” her papas is by unhelpfully inserting herself into whatever tasks they’re trying to complete (and if you’ve been around small children, this is super typical behavior). she means well but she often inconveniences rei and kazuki’s already precarious lifestyle. and frankly, that pretty much sums up the early years of parenthood. 

kids are a lot of work. raising a child, even when you’re a “normal,” well-adjusted adult is really tough. but it’s supposed to be fulfilling, and it’s supposed to be something that parents view as “worth it.” we can’t really blame miri’s mom for resenting her so much when she never wanted to be a mom in the first place (and it’s clear she’s not suited to it, either). kazuki’s argument with miri’s mom demonstrates that his concept of parenthood is pretty idealistic, although not incorrect. kazuki may like the idea of protecting a child’s happiness, but he doesn’t realize the difficulty of the logistics involved, which we see in the daycare episode. we also see in the daycare episode that rei has no clue what a traditional childhood looks like. it’s implied he never went to school and doesn’t really understand how children usually act. 

kazuki and rei are arguably much less qualified than yor and loid to be parents, and therefore the buddy daddies family dynamic is going to be way more dysfunctional in a way that viewers may find bordering annoying rather than comically chaotic (i’ve read the crunchyroll comments). the same goes for miri, who is your average run of the mill small child, and not some super kawaii esper. but kazuki and rei are trying their best, in their own ways, and it’s clear that miri is going to brighten up their lives in really touching ways. so buddy daddies is definitely still worth a watch, especially if you already enjoy spy x family, but people should keep in mind that buddy daddies is not the “ripoff” of spy x family i’ve seen people say. 

[ktgoodmorning]

"I'm scared"

Alexia Putellas x reader

Part 3 of that awkward smile but also can stand on it's own in my opinion, just kinda in that same universe.

You get injured during the chelsea match and Alexia steps up to comfort you

I Part 1 I Part 2 I

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To say you were stressed about the upcoming Chelsea match would have been an understatement. Champions league matches always held more weight to them so you’d always be the first to put an immense amount of pressure on yourself. You were similar to Alexia in that way, always expecting the absolute best from yourself and willing to push yourself to any length necessary to get there, no matter what it took. 

But you were ready. That’s what everyone told you. Barça was incredible and you all knew exactly what you needed to do. You had trained for this and knew how to handle the pressure. 

You did all your pre game rituals, even getting a quick kiss on the forehead from Alexia once the others had left the locker room. They still had no idea the two of you had gotten back together and at the moment you wanted to keep it that way, knowing Mapi would be fiercely protective over both of you, scared to see her best friends hurt each other once again. 

Before you knew it, you were lined up in the tunnel, ready to take the pitch. Mapi was working her way through everyone, giving plenty of pep talks and words of wisdom asshe did so, being sure to make a long stop in front of you.

You were a center back, working hard to fill her shoes in her absence and trying your absolute best. Everyone knew it was a difficult job but you continued to improve and put in the extra hours to make sure you could make her proud. She was always sure to give you some extra advice and hype you up to make sure you knew that she believed in you. You had known Mapi for most of your life and as much as you’d never admit it, her faith in you worked wonders for your confidence and skills on the field. Especially with you still settling in at Barcelona, knowing that she trusted you in her absence made you step up to the plate in a way you hadn’t been able to before. 

As she approached you, Mapi took both your hands in hers, looking at you with a rare sense of seriousness that she often didn’t show. “You’re ready for this, amiga. Just do what you do best, quit thinking about anything else, just go play and be the footballer that you are.” She gave you a short nod which you returned to her before pulling her in for a short hug. Soon afterwards, you were being led onto the pitch for the game to begin. 

As the game got started, you settled into a pace that was much faster than most of the games you were used to. There was much more back and forth, more speed, and more physicality than you normally played with, both teams hungry for a win which only heightened the intensity further.

It was around the 60th minute when a Chelsea player sent a long ball down the field in your direction, hoping to reach Mayra Ramirez. You, being the closest to her, took off running towards her the second the ball started your way, pushing yourself to catch up with her and using your speed to your advantage. You were able to reach the ball just as it was about to arrive at its intended target, immediately jumping up in an attempt to head it away before Mayra could take control of it. 

However just as your feet left the ground, you felt a mind-numbing crack to your temple, clearly coming into contact with something that wasn’t the ball, before immediately collapsing onto the pitch. What you didn’t realize when you tried to take the header, was how close you were to the opposing player who, like you, was jumping up in hopes of getting control over the ball, leading to her head smashing into the side of yours. 

You had little to no awareness of the things going on around you as you layed there, curled in a ball, groaning in pain, wishing you didn’t exist. Pain was shooting through your skull with an intensity that made it hard to even pinpoint its origin. All you knew was that it hurt. 

Everything hurt. The sunlight in your eyes hurt, making you keep them squeezed shut as tightly as possible. Squeezing your eyes shut caused pain too, but not quite as bad as if you had opened them. You didn’t even have the energy or mental capacity to fully react to the amount of pain you were feeling at that moment, just bringing your hands up to your face as if they would somehow shield you from the pain you were feeling, exhausted, tears unknowingly running down your face. 

 Game play stopped almost immediately as you and Mayra had both hit the ground hard, her seeming to be in better shape than you currently were. The second she saw your heads make contact, Alexia felt like her whole world came to a screeching halt. It did. You were her world. You had slowly become ingrained in everything she did as over the last couple months you had been together and now here you were, curled up motionless on the grass. 

She didn’t even realize it but the blonde had begun sprinting towards you the second you went down, not even waiting for the whistle or giving it a second thought. It was automatic for her, the need to protect you outweighing everything else. 

Normally if a teammate went down, Alexia would be the one to argue with the referee about whatever had happened and allow someone else to go comfort the injured player. It’s not like the captain had a reputation for being warm and fuzzy and good with handling people’s emotions. She’d leave that to the others so she could be the stone faced captain she preferred being. But not with you. You were different. 

Alexia was by your side in an instant, suddenly no longer caring who knew about your relationship. Keeping things a secret wasn’t even a thought that crossed her mind as she slid to her knees next to you, instantly grabbing your hand in an attempt to provide you some comfort until the medical staff could reach you. Her hands shook as she brushed some hair off your face and wiped your tears, genuinely terrified of what was going on with you. The blank stare in your eyes, paired with your silence and lack of reaction was eerie to say the least. 

“You’ll be okay, amor, I’ve got you. The physios are almost here.” It’s like time was moving in slow motion, feeling like they were taking forever even though they were just as prompt as they always were. Your girlfriend’s words were almost more for herself than they were for you. The way you still were yet to react, didn’t call for words of comfort, however she needed to say it out loud, just to hear it for herself. You would be okay. You had to be. She was thinking so many things at once that she couldn’t fully process it all, just fully in survival mode on your behalf. 

When the physios reached your side, Alexia moved over to give them some space, still refusing to let go of your hand as they did so. She didn’t notice, but plenty of teammates had given her some weird looks, confused by her sudden concern over you and the way she was expressing it so openly. The look of fear in her eyes was new to everyone, even those she had known her entire life. Nobody had seen the captain looking so unsure of things when she was on the football pitch, normally that was the place where she came across as the most confident no matter what was going on. 

The physios did their job, asking you a million questions and trying to examine you as best they could in your current state. Alexia could hardly pay attention to anything they said, far too caught up in her thoughts about what could be going on with you. 

You were hardly answering any of the questions, just mumbling soft responses here and there, struggling to focus on their words. Because of your continued lack of coherency, the medical staff decided to stretcher you off- something that didn’t help Alexia’s mental state, doing her best to hide the tears that were welling up in her own eyes. She was still yet to let go of your hand, squeezing it tightly as if her hold on your hand alone could keep you safe as she helplessly watched the medical staff load you onto the stretcher.

The blonde stayed by your side as the staff wheeled you off, only stopping when they reached the sideline where Mapi had come down from the stands to wait for you to take Alexia’s place by your side. Alexia knew that she wouldn’t be allowed to come off yet. It was the Champion’s League and everyone knew there wasn’t the wiggle room to mess with the subs more than absolutely necessary. As much as it killed her to see you go without her, she knew she didn’t have another option and at the very least, she was grateful to know Mapi would be by your side the whole time. 

When they paused at the sidelines with you, Alexia took the opportunity to give your hand a tight squeeze before bringing it to her lips to leave a kiss on the back of it. “You’ll be okay amor, I’ll see you as soon as this is over. I love you, okay?” She didn’t expect a response given your current state but appreciated the weak attempt at returning a squeeze of the hand to her. Mapi froze for a second, giving her a look of confusion over what she had just seen from her best friend before giving the captain a reassuring pat on the shoulder and taking Alexia’s spot by your side. 

Everything after that was a blur for you, only knowing that the medical staff were busy performing tests on you, doing what they could to make sure you were okay. You became more and more aware of your surroundings as they did so, feeling the shock of the incident slowly starting to wear off. They decided you wouldn’t need to go to the hospital and that it appeared to be a grade two concussion, paired with the sudden shock of the injury. While you’d still spend longer than you’d like on the sidelines, it was a much better outcome than anyone was expecting given the state you had been in when it happened. 

Once the physios had finished their tests, they gave you some medication for the pain and let you doze off on one of the treatment tables, snuggled into Mapi’s side while the game ended. The second the final whistle blew, Alexia was sprinting off the pitch with the sole intention of finding you, ignoring any other responsibilities that might have been awaiting her. 

She burst through the door to the training room, expecting to be told that they took you to the hospital, stopping herself only when she saw you sleeping peacefully against Mapi. For the first time since you went down, the blonde was able to take a deep breath and calm down now that she had seen you looking relatively okay. 

“Ssshhh, Ale, she’s asleep. But she’s okay. Grade two concussion, and plenty of shock but she’ll be okay, that’s all it is.” 

“Gracias a Dios,” Alexia’s shoulders visibility relaxed as she let out a heavy sigh, having assumed the absolute worst for the last half hour. 

“What’s going on between you two? Are you back together or something? Cause I really don’t think-” 

“Si, Mapi,” The blonde rolled her eyes at Mapi’s reaction, knowing it was exactly what had prevented you from telling her earlier. “I know you’re worried about her but I promise it’s different this time. We’re both in a completely different place now, and we’ve talked about it a lot, and it’s going amazing, Mapi. I promise you. I will not do anything to hurt her.” 

“You better not, juro por Dios. I’m so serious, Alexia, if you do anything-”

“I won’t! I swear, Mapi. I could never do that to her again. It kills me that I even did it the first time. This time is completely different, I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone before.” 

The defender only responded with a very pointed look, clearly not too pleased with the current situation. It didn’t help matters that you were still passed out against her, unable to help your girlfriend reassure her that things were going well between you. 

Not wanting to discuss it any further, Mapi slid out from underneath you, carefully allowing Alexia to slide into her place. It was clear you knew who it was, snuggling into her further and grabbing the top of her kit tightly to make sure she couldn’t leave. It didn’t matter to you that she was drenched in sweat and smelling rough, you just needed her close to you, even if you weren’t awake enough to consciously decide that. 

Alexia took your movement as an opportunity to wake you up, gently rubbing your shoulder, and speaking softly as she did so. “Hola, amor. I think we should get you home so you can keep sleeping there, get you more comfortable. Si? You’ll stay at mine so I can make sure you’re okay.”

You nodded weakly, mumbling a somewhat incoherent agreement. The idea of going home with her sounded great but the idea of moving sounded like the worst thing you could imagine at the moment. 

She smiled softly at your reaction, knowing that there were few things you loved more than cuddling and that she knew she would have a hard time getting you to agree to get up right now. “You’re so cute when you’re tired and barely making sense, amor. I’ll carry you if you want.” 

She sat up further in an attempt to encourage you to join her, hoping to get a better idea of how you were feeling, but wasn’t expecting to see tears pooling in your eyes as soon as she did so. “Ale, I feel horrible.” Your voice was wobbly as you tried to hold in your emotions, suddenly overcome with pain in your head once again. 

“I know sweetheart, I know. I’ve got you though, okay? I’ve just gotta get you home and then I’ll take good care of you and let you rest more. Is that alright?” 

You nodded, looking and feeling more broken than you ever had before. “Could I please just hug you, first? Then we can go.” 

Your words made her melt, suddenly aware of how much you needed her support right now, allowing you to collapse into her arms. “Shh, I’ve got you. It’ll be okay, I promise. You’ll be alright, mi amor, you’ll be alright.” She rocked you gently in a way that almost seemed to dull the pain you were feeling. This moment in her arms was the best you had felt since you hit the ground, and it did more than you ever could’ve guessed. Something about being in her arms seemed to work better than any prescription ever could.

When you pulled away from her, she gently wiped away your tears, once again pushing your hair back away from your face. “I’ll see if Mapi can grab our stuff and then we’ll meet her at the car okay? Do you want a sweatshirt or anything?” You were both in your kits still and Alexia knew you enough to know that you always ran cold and preferred being snuggled up in a big sweatshirt. Your only response  was a pouty face, sticking your bottom lip out at her with your best puppy dog eyes as she gave you a smile and shake of her head in return. Of course Alexia knew exactly what you were implying with that face. It was your subtle (or not so subtle) way of requesting a sweatshirt of hers instead of your own. “I’ll get you a sweatshirt and let Mapi know that we’re ready to leave. Then I’ll come get you. Okay?” You nodded at her which she acknowledged with a quick peck on the lips before leaving the room, giving you the opportunity to lay down for a few more minutes while you waited. 

You must have slightly dozed off by the time Alexia returned to you because you awoke to the sound of the door opening once again. “Feeling any better?” 

You squinted slightly, trying to let your head adjust to the lights in the room. “Ale, you were gone for like five minutes, why would I feel any different?” The words carried more attitude than you intended, too far distracted by the pounding in your skull, but your girlfriend seemed to be unphased, just shrugging off your words before helping pull her sweatshirt on over your head. 

Once you seemed to be more comfortable, she turned so her back was facing you, bending down slightly so you could climb on, piggy-back style. “Hop on, I’ll carry you to the car, amor.” So you did just that, climbing on and then burying your face into the side of her neck, partially to block out some of the light, partially because you just wanted to be as close as possible. 

When you reached her car, she gently set you down on the passenger seat, making sure you were comfortable and buckled before leaving a kiss on the top of your head to go to the driver’s side. As soon as she sat down, she reached to hold your hand, giving it yet another reassuring squeeze. Although the silence between you provided some relief from the pounding in your head, It also sent you into a spiral of anxiety thinking about what this concussion might mean for you. 

Alexia quickly noticed your change in demeanor as she drove and how you went from mostly asleep in a comfortable silence to staring into space, clearly filled with tension. The fact that you were suddenly more awake was her biggest red flag given that you had been in and out the entire time she’d seen you. The panicked Alexia that had appeared when you first went down seemed to be back and filled with concern over you once again. “Hey, are you okay? Is something worse with your head, amor? What’s wrong? Do you want me to pull over? I can pull over if you want?” 

“I don’t know, I’m just scared I guess.” You gave her a grim shrug that did little to calm her nerves, still looking at you expectantly, trying to figure out how to help. 

“Scared of what? You’ll be okay, they said most of your symptoms should be getting better already in a few days.”

“Not about that, Ale.”

“Then what…” the blonde trailed off, clearly confused as to what you were saying. 

When she seemed to not be catching on, you let out a sigh, dreading saying the words that had come to mind. “It’s just that last time we dated, injuries are part of what tore us apart. We couldn’t deal with the stress of them. I’m just scared that that might happen again.” You paused, trying to put your thoughts into words, “I can’t lose you again, Alexia. So I don’t know if I should stay with you and I don’t know if we should do this, because I don’t think I can handle that again.” Your voice cracked as you went silent once again, both of you simmering in what was just said. By the time you finished speaking she had pulled into the driveway so she could now turn to face you, cradling the side of your head in her hand. The warmth of her large hand provided you comfort as you leaned into her touch, letting her support your head even more.

“Amor. I know it’s scary, I do. But I never plan on letting you go. Not ever. I promised Mapi that while you were passed out earlier and I’ll promise you that. We talked about this, we were both different people then. We are both more mature, stronger, kinder, smarter, and better. This is not the same.” You finally looked up to meet her eyes for the first time that night. “And I think you know that, amor. I love you, so, so, so, much. It’s okay to be scared, I’ll carry enough faith in us for the two of us. But at the end of the day, I’m not going anywhere. I promise. There’s a reason we got back together, si?” 

It was rare that you saw Alexia get so sentimental and emotional but something about you seemed to bring out that side of her. “Gracias, Ale,” she leaned forward to give you a gentle kiss. “I don’t know what I would do without you. Seriously.” She interrupted you with more kisses in an attempt to pull your mind away from your anxieties and back to the present. 

When she pulled away, Alexia was relieved by the small smile that had appeared on your face, the first she’d seen since before the game today. “Now let’s go inside, we can take a bath and get you some comfier clothes, and get you all snuggled up to go to bed. I’ll hold you as much as you want, I won’t go anywhere.” 

You gave her a small nod, before slowly leaving the car and following her inside, ready for a night with Alexia all to yourself and ready to take care of you. Your head still hurt, but if there was one thing that could make it feel better, you knew it would be your girlfriend and the hardcore pain meds you’d been given.

might end up doing one more for this but we'll see :)

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[monsterinmyboxers]

Can you pleaseeeee write a fanfic top male reader x jake sully, i've been dying for someone to do it👾

pairing. jake sully x top male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. i'm actually glad you didn't give me a specific idea since i've been thinking of one myself lol

content. not proofread, time skips, pre-established relationship, jake taking advantage of his new body, mentions of insecurities, some angst if you squint, turns intimate quick, mating, blowjob, fingering, doggy style, creampie, hair pulling, praise, reader had a big dick (real), pet names (baby, pretty boy, sir.)

“..grace?”

was the first thing you heard your boyfriend jake, who had just gotten into his avatar form, say after he had just ran away from the people who were supposed to make sure he was fully functioning. seems like they didn’t need to.

he just doesn’t listen, and that’s one of the reasons why you love him.

you were right behind him and norm, quietly laughing at how norm attempted to run after him with his ass hanging out. luckily, his tail was hiding whatever else that was exposed.

“well, who’d you expect, numb nuts?” you heard grace reply, giving a chuckle as you walked past norm, right up to jake.

and once grace threw some fruit at him, you’d catch it before he could react.

“hey,” he was ready to scold whoever was beside him, yet didn’t get the chance as he cut himself off the moment he looked at you, eyes even wider than before.

shit, you were gorgeous. he didn’t expect you to be anything else, but still. it was surprising to see how good you looked.

so good in fact, that his eyes and curiosity traveled elsewhere. your body, you were sculpted so perfectly. it made him wonder what was under those thin clothes. but, before he could get any lower, he felt something wet hit his face.

you had taken a bite out of the odd looking fruit, that he could instantly tell by the juice running down your chin.

and it was obvious that you enjoyed the taste as your ears fluttered, something he learned to appreciate seeing.

as predicted, jake had gotten into some trouble whilst you, grace, norm, and him tried to get some data in the forest. well, more grace and norm, honestly. though, what you didn’t expect was that you wouldn’t be able to find him after he ran deeper into the woods.

“he won’t make it ‘till morning.” clearly, grace wasn’t someone to lean on. she was being realistic, sure, but she could’ve said something more hopeful. but, she didn’t, so you did.

“he will.” a pause, “i don’t know how, but he always finds a way.” despite the confidence in your tone, you were only trying to reassure yourself. you were scared. who wouldn’t be? jake, your jake, was stuck in the forest, where hundreds, if not thousands of creatures are lurking.

it was terrifying to think about.

yet, you didn’t have to fear for too long, jake waking up in his real body sooner than you had anticipated — which you were grateful for. and, another surprise, you wouldn’t believe where he ended up.

he had been at hometree, he was chosen.

“..holy shit.”

after gaining the trust of the omaticaya, jake had brought you to their home. which, he now considered his home.

he’d give you a tour of sorts, though it seemed he was especially excited for a certain part of the forest.

the tree of voices, he called it.

you had learned all about the tree from your years of research on pandora, but jake didn’t bring you there for it’s intended purpose.

no, no. he wanted something else. something much more important than praying to eywa — in his opinion, anyway.

he didn’t really try to hide his eagerness as you both walked throughout the tree. he had stopped walking at some point, looking at you with a smile on his face.

quickly, you focused your gaze upon him, and fuck, was it a sight to see.

a braid had fallen over the side of his face, another tucked behind one of his fluttering ears, those bright freckles splattered across his face and body more prominent in the light the tree provided — his amber eyes shimmering as he looked at you. admired you, to be more specific.

he slowly shuffled closer to you, nudging your nose with his. curiosity spread across your features, head tilting, waiting for him to speak.

though, jake was found speechless, something neither of you thought was possible. so, as a result, you spoke instead.

“i assume that this is, the tree of voices, if my years of research haven’t failed me.”

that got him to laugh, eyes traveling downward “yeah, yeah.” he seemed oddly quiet, usually very talkative, especially around you.

“jake.” he was quick to look back up at you, ears twitching. “what have you brought me for?”

an audible gulp came from him before any words got the chance, “i, i wanted to tell you something.” you could see what he was doing, clearly nervous and trying to draw this out as long as possible. you didn’t mind, patience overpowering your curiosity.

“what would you like to tell me, jake?” oh, how he loved the way you said his name. that previous excitement returned, his tail whipping around nonstop, hips swaying slightly due to the force. this all was very distracting — maybe, that was why he couldn’t get a sentence out without stuttering.

as a way to get him to focus, your hand reaches around to grip the base of his tail, giving it a gentle, warning tug. that certainly got his attention, a small, almost pleasured gasp leaving him. it was embarrassing, jake attempting to cover the noise with a cough.

“i was going to say that, ..i want to,” he shakes his head, “..i want you.”

he summarized all his thoughts into those three words, and then did what his words couldn’t. his hand slides up your arm, then moving behind himself to grab onto his braid. his queue. he brought it forward, motioning towards it.

it immediately clicked in your head. he wanted to mate, he wanted to be your mate, and have you be his.

“and, i was wondering, ..if you wanted me, too.”

you scoff at his words, and jake takes it negatively, ears flattening. but, you made that regret disappear instantly.

“of course i want you to be my mate, jake. why would i suddenly change my mind?” you teased him, yet he didn’t notice it, too overcome with joy as a smile spread across his face. without missing a beat, he leans forward, lips pressing against yours — in an almost desperate manner. eywa, he needed this, needed you.

the kiss soon turned heated, his urge to give you everything strong. but, connecting queues was much more important than his lust. so, he pulled away, panting softly as he did. a laugh left the both of you, though jake gained his composure and pulled you down to sit.

you were both on your knees, queues exposed and close together, but not close enough to attach to one another.

“..this has never happened before, you know. from what we’ve seen, at least.” you said, making sure that jake knew what they were trying might not work.

“what do you mean?” he didn’t exactly get the gist though.

“two male na'vi mating. we’ve never seen it be done.” his eyebrows would furrow, but your words didn’t discourage him. “doesn’t mean we can’t try.” you merely nod, hoping for the better, preparing for the worst.

though, your process was interrupted as jake crawled closer, planting his thighs aside yours and sitting on your lap. you were about to express your confusion, but he answered before you could get the question out. “maybe, if we physically show our love in front of eywa, she will accept us.” it might’ve been genuine, or an excuse to touch you. either way, you were amused and, in all honesty, flattered. “whatever you say.”

he took a deep breath in, holding it as he nodded towards you, signaling for you to move. and you did, both of you, pushing your queues forward until they entwined.

your dreams came true as you bonded, jake letting out a shaky sigh and closing his eyes, feeling you. it was heavenly, this intense emotion, this euphoria that swept through him.

it was so powerful, so strong, that it transferred to you, that link much more intoxicating than you could have ever imagined.

“holy shit,” he spoke for you both.

whilst he did, staring at your bonded queues, you only looked at him. your gaze held so much love, so much care. you looked at him like he was your most prized possession — which he is. seeing him so happy because of you, it made your heart swell. without saying anything, your free hand caresses his cheek, that grin of his never faltering as he faced you.

instinctively, he leaned into your touch, eyes telling you everything with just one glance. you kiss, again and again and again, each one solidifying your feelings for the other.

“you’re so gorgeous, jake. so fucking beautiful. how did i get this damn lucky.” if one thing was for sure, your praise had his confidence going through the atmosphere. and, apparently, his ego wasn’t the only thing rising.

you felt him shift against your lap, innocent kisses turning needy as your tongues slip into each others mouths. his moans were muffled, no longer caring about what sounds he creates, as long as you’re the one coaxing them out.

you thought every single one of them were angelic, despite how lewd the grind of his hips felt.

before, when you both were still human and had time together, this never occurred. jake was quite insecure about his disability, no matter the demeanor he puts on. he was comfortable enough with you to admit that looking at his legs just, never felt right. so, sex was an immediate no.

but now, he could do whatever he wanted. he was in control and confident in his body and how it looked. being vulnerable was finally something he could enjoy. he didn’t have to prove that he could take care of himself, he didn’t have to prove anything, not with you. you know damn well who your boyfriend is and what he’s capable of.

your lips separated, much to jakes dismay, but he couldn’t complain once you kissed along his jaw and neck. his hips would stutter at each peck, hands now gripping at your shoulders, anticipation getting the best of him. he pushes you away, sliding off your lap. this confused you, as first, until you saw him tug at the waistband of your loincloth.

after getting into a comfortable position, fully sat on the ground with your legs spread out, permission was granted.

saying jake was excited was understatement. his hands were shaking. in fact, his whole body was trembling. he needed you now, but his arousal made his head foggy. you noticed, of course, laughing softly. “jake, baby,” a hand lifts his head, cloudy amber eyes looking at you, craving you.

“please, please, i’ve waited so long,” you nod, “i know, shh. breathe.” he leans against you, forehead against yours. he listens, obedient as ever, breathing slowly. “good boy.” that makes him whine, eyes closed, so focused on being good that he didn’t notice how you pulled down that thin cloth.

once he thought he was ready, he opened his eyes and looked down, sucking in a quick breath. fuck, you were big. it was to be expected, as your avatar was twice the size of your human body, but shit.

with some hesitation, he’d spit into his hand, then rubbing it along the underside of your dick. you let out a grunt, shifting beneath his touch, which he hummed at — strong thighs squeezing together.

“can, ..can i?” “can you what?”

you’re such an asshole.

“can i, suck, your dick? ..please?” you smirk, and nod.

once he was given the okay, he’d lean down, hands holding onto your thighs. his motions were unsure, giving your tip shy licks. you encourage him by laying a palm on his head, gently pulling at those soft roots. he reacts instantly, back arching and tail swinging while he takes your head inside.

a hand strokes what isn’t between his lips, tongue working along the ridge of your cock. fingers would trail down his spine, tracing small circles into his back, jakes whines stifled due to his mouth being full.

he opens up wide, wide enough for it to hurt, as an attempt to go deeper, take you further. you hit the back of his throat sooner than expected, a gag and cough heard, yet jake didn’t pull off. he relaxes, hollowing his cheeks and going back down. he was determined, it seemed.

thought, it was driven by the need to prove someone wrong, he only wanted to make you feel good. “careful, jake. don’t hurt yourself.” he hums as a reply, then bobbing his head up and down. he could barely take you halfway. every time he choked, his teeth grazed the veins running along your dick, yet it only enhanced your pleasure.

while he busies himself on your cock, he doesn’t even notice how his hips rocked from side to side, ass in the air. his body spoke for him. he was aching for your touch in more private areas, so you gave it to him.

at first, you touch his tail, watching as he twitched once you trailed your palm along the length of it. then, you took hold of his loincloth and slid it down his thighs. your other hand was by your lips, your middle, ring, and forefinger in your mouth. once you thought they were wet enough, you move forward, reaching between those two mounds of flesh.

your finger pads circled his hole, feeling how he clenched around nothing. he pulls off your dick, drool covering his chin as he leans his head on your stomach. oh, how he hated the way you teased him, knowing how desperate he was.

“get back down.” your tone was stern, demanding, and jake was affected by it greatly. a whine unintentionally escapes his throat. “yes, sir,” everything that left him was involuntary, like he was no longer in control of his own body or voice. watching his fangs, he swallows around your shaft, trying to focus on you as your middle finger pushed pass his rim.

surprisingly, it didn’t take much effort to put your first finger inside — or the second. hm.

you decided not to question it, but kept it in mind if you ever wanted to tease him after. which, you inevitably will. he’s cute when he’s flustered.

pushing down your thoughts, you continue working your digits in and out of his, seemingly, already prepped ass. he got distracted often as he worked on your cock, either by your fingers that felt so much better than his own, or his throat that constantly flexed around your dick.

it took longer for the third to fit, jakes body convulsing with each stroke of his insides. you hadn’t realized it before, too engulfed in his noises, but he was truly a mess — just for you.

tears stream down his face, spit dripping down his chin, eyes backing into his skull whilst half-lidded, a heavy blush adorning his cheeks. you felt a sense of pride for bringing such a strong man down so many notches. only you get to see him like this. only you have this power over him.

and even when you’re lost in your thoughts, you don’t hesitate to force your fourth finger inside, hole so wet that it lubed the digit up itself — if you kept going like this, you’d start fisting him. but, you were only trying to prep him, not gape him. though, that’s going to happen either way.

eventually, you slowly pull your fingers out, and became aware of your surroundings. it was all too surreal — in such an unbelievably good way.

he pulls off of you with an audible pop, panting as if he had just ran across the expanse of pandora. his gaze was hazy, letting out tiny, cock-drunken giggles as he leans against you. you hum, using your thumb to wipe away the drool from the lower part of his face.

“havin’ fun?” he’d give an enthusiastic nod, biting his lower lip, knowing what was coming next. “turn around for me, sweet thing.” another nod, though he struggled to move by himself. he was trembling, and you seemed to find out why when he shifted.

there was a pool of cum on the grass, more than you’d ever expect. it probably happened when you were daydreaming.

you ignored it, now staring down jake like he was your prey. he was in the position he thought would be most comfortable, and less embarrassing. though, if you wanted him to move, he would. but you didn’t. it was all about him tonight, and you weren’t going to force him into doing anything. besides, you could try the positions in mind later. this was his first time with you. whatever he wants, goes.

how your hand rubbed up along his thighs he would never forget, your touch making his heart skip a beat, skin set ablaze. your palms move to his waist, propping him up just a bit more, as you knew his trembling didn’t help with his stability.

you could tell he was ready to take whatever you gave him, but you knew what he craved most. and of course, you gave it to him.

he felt the heat of your dick before the weight, ass squirming a bit before you had rubbed it directly over where he needed it. a whine was audible, hands reaching back to try and guide your tip. but before he could grasp it, you grab his wrists, a small gasp leaving him at the sudden grip. but, that gasp soon turned into a loud, joyous moan.

the head had entered him, and jake couldn’t be happier feeling the intrusion. it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would, now trying to push back against you to slide more inside. you chuckle, then shoving in a few more inches, placing kisses along his spine and whispering compliments. his insides adjusted much quicker than his throat could, you mentally noted.

within a few more minutes, your hips were connected to his ass. “you take me so well, baby. doin’ so good for me.” you grab onto his queues, which was still immersed with yours, and tugged on it lightly. that lifts his head off the ground, jake murmuring softly. “can, move now? please, sir, move, please sir,” how cute.

you obliged, putting your approval into words, “such good manners, jake.” kissing across his shoulder, you pull out halfway, then slowly sink yourself back in. the hold he had on the blades of grass beneath him told you enough, his noises merely adding onto that.

now, your hands were clasped around him, one of his hair and the other on the base of his tail. you had done nothing extreme, yet he couldn’t even form a proper sentence — sputtering out the words ‘please’, ‘sir’, and ‘faster’. curses were a common occurrence, too.

your thrusts increased in speed, giving him exactly what he wanted, feeling you so deep every time you practically slammed yourself into his ass. the force pushed him farther into the dirt below, and he loved every second of it.

you were so aggressive, your rough motions contrasting greatly with the gentle kisses and bites you placed on his skin. and during it all, jake had a wide smile on his face. even as his legs gave out, and you putting your chest against his back, knuckles grazing his sides.

it didn’t take long for him to feel that familiar heat within his gut again, overstimulation hitting him fast and hard. and this time, he mouth wasn’t busy, so he warned you. “wanna- gonna come, again, coming,” he was breathless, like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, but you could understand him through all his keens.

“come, jake, show me how good i make you feel.” he’d nod, again and again, letting out a guttural moan as thick ropes of cum spilled from his dick. you’d rock your hips back and forth, continuing to pleasure him and prolonging his orgasm. once the last few spurts of cum spewed out of his slit, you’d begin to pull out, before pressing right back in — hitting his already beaten prostate.

he almost screamed, voice breaking up, cracking. his throat felt so raw. but, he didn’t want you to stop. he’d do anything for you to come too, warmth squeezing around you.

luckily, he didn’t have to go through much more for you to feel your stomach tighten. you’d mumble near his ear, which twitched once feeling your breath. “do you, want me to come inside or- or out?”

he thought the question was stupid.

“in- in, in, inside, please.” who were you to say no?

soon after speaking, cum filled him, then leaking out of his hole, around the sides of your dick. you’d have to look away to prevent yourself from getting hard again, attempting to pull out slow, until he felt jake hold onto your hands — whimpering. you never thought you’d hear such a sound coming from him, but you sure as hell were grateful that you did.

you interlaced your fingers together, keeping yourself inside. from what i you could tell, he was glad that you did, seemingly purring at your actions.

though, after a moment of rest, he wiggles underneath you. as a response, you lift yourself off of him. “wanna, turn. on my back.” you pause, not sure how this was gonna work, but decided to try nonetheless.

it was a process, keeping yourself from slipping out whilst trying to flip him over. it worked, thankfully, you now seeing jakes toothy grin. it never left. he doesn’t even think he could stop if he tried.

he pulls you close, by your shoulders, pressing his forehead against you. but, just before either of you could fall asleep, you’d murmur. “i see you, jake.”

and with a hoarse voice, he’d reply, “i see you.”

[mangoshorthand]

heyy could i maybe request a oneshot where sub five gets marked up by the reader like hickeys and bite marks all over his throught and collarbone as well as his lower torso😻 and as the reader progresses he whimpers and is whiny the whole time and at the end he looks himself in the mirror and hes just so inlove with it? 😩

sorry if its a bit messy😭 have a great night/day :))

Great prompt. Hope you enjoy :). I promise the next ask prompt I answer will be non smut.

Your Desperate Man | Five Hargreeves/ GN Reader 2.8k words, Rated E

There were no two ways about it: Five was hot. 

If you were to set him beside Diego, you definitely wouldn’t notice Five first, but he would be the one you'd leave the conversation thinking about. All Diego’s leather-bound muscles may as well not exist beside Five’s acerbic tongue, quiet good looks and the firm self-assurance in his intelligent green eyes. 

So you could hardly resent it when others noticed. Why would you hate someone for sharing your good taste? Whenever you noticed him turning heads, your first instinct was one of fellow-feeling. You almost wanted to say, ‘I know, right?!’ and share a high-five. 

So, no, you didn’t get jealous easily.

…But that bitch was getting on your last nerve.

It started a few months ago. She was a friend of Sloane’s who hung around the Academy like a bad smell. Ever since she met him, she latched onto him like a tick and, as soon as she could feasibly describe him as her friend, she came to spend time with him as much as possible, looking for his insight on some problem or another. 

She was a mathematician, meaning that she could follow most of his logic when he talked about his latest projects. She could flatter him by learning from him and coming back a few days later with an improvement to her own work. 

If you were jealous of anything, you were jealous of that. 

Despite how he might look, Five was not perfect: he had an ego, and Alex knew exactly how to stroke it. And that was fine, in your opinion- so long as his ego was the only thing he let her stroke. 

She nodded along and acted impressed and asked all the right questions and subtly flattered him and laughed at his jokes and made absolutely any excuse she could to touch his arm or his knee; to hug him hello and goodbye and she did it ALL while you were right there.

Fuck her!

But you trusted Five. He could see right through her, of course, but that didn’t stop him enjoying the attention. He rebuffed her with a perfect mix of politeness and friendliness, but he’d still leave most of his conversations with her with a swagger in his walk and an ironic smile directed at you. 

‘Old dog’s still got it,’ that smile said.

You trusted that he had it under control, and he did actually like her as a person for some unknown reason, so you contented yourself with telling him your concerns. He agreed that they weren’t unfounded and reassured you that her feelings were definitely not reciprocated. 

So, when you walked past the door of his father’s study one afternoon when she was over, you weren’t intending to listen outside the door, but the snatch of conversation you heard as you passed made you stop dead.

“I had a dream about you last night.”

“Something about invariant theory, I bet.”

“No,” she said, coyly.

There was a moment of silence in which she was clearly trying to get him to enquire what it was about, but he didn’t give her the satisfaction.

“Right. So this stuff is child’s play,” he said, returning to the math as if she hadn’t spoken, “it’s pretty much Hilbert’s thirteenth, which I’m sure you’re familiar with. We’ve got to think about whether these functions can be written as a composite-”

“Don’t you want to know what happened in my dream?” she interrupted him. 

There was a moment or two of silence before he replied.

“Not particularly. Now, would you like me to go on with the math or do you have somewhere to be?”

Satisfied, you continued on your path elsewhere. 

Apparently, she did have somewhere to be, because she passed you on her way to the front door only a few minutes later. Five did not follow her to say goodbye.

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That evening, you entered the bedroom to find him preparing for sleep. Unusually for Five, he was clad in a t-shirt and sweats rather than pajamas. His towel-dried hair hung messily in his eyes. He smiled when he saw you, wrinkling his face momentarily into the lines he should by all rights have except for a certain time-travel accident. 

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you said.

You closed the door and crossed to the comfortable reading chair, raising your legs onto the arm. Five, trying to neaten his hair in the mirror, spoke casually.

“I don’t think Alex will be coming over again.”

“How come?” you asked, wanting to hear the rest of what happened.

“Hmph,” he said, disinterestedly, “she came onto me and I told her to fuck off.”

“What happened,” you said, interested.

“She came on flirty, like she does, but this time she tried to kiss me.”

He inspected a patch of dry skin on his neck.

“What?” you ask, enraged.

“Don’t worry,” he said, placatingly, “she was told precisely where to go. It was pretty pathetic, actually,” he remarked.

“I think I heard some of it,” you admit, “she was talking about having a dream about you and you made it clear you weren’t interested.”

“Yup, that was right before,” he said, darkly. 

“Bitch.” you grumbled, “I knew she’d try something.”

“Well, you were right,” Five continued, applying a layer of moisturizer to his face, “but she won’t be trying anything again.”

You watched his face in the mirror, absorbed in his pre-bedtime routine. He was a creature of habit, you discovered: a man of little quirks and rituals, particularly when it came to personal grooming. As it had been so long denied him, he reveled in the luxury of even the tiniest routines: trimming his nails weekly, shaving his face daily and looking after his hair and skin.

The more intimately you got to know him, the less cool and caustic he seemed. Underneath it all, there was just a sweet old-young man crying out to be loved and needed.

…And occasionally fucked. 

“Don’t tell me you weren’t just a little bit tempted,” you smiled, standing up and approaching him from behind.

“Of course I wasn’t,” he said, mildly offended, “I’m yours.”

He said it casually, as if he hadn’t quite thought through what he was saying. He caught your eye in the mirror as you appeared over his shoulder. He smiled slightly sheepishly at the familiar gleam in your eye.

Your arms slithered around his waist. Beneath his shirt your hands traveled over the warm muscle and flat stomach. His skin felt like silk. As the very tips of your fingers breached the elastic of his waistband, your chin came to rest on his shoulder, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered.

“What was that?”

A fine blush appeared in his cheek, like a delicate drop of watercolor. 

“I said, I’m yours.” 

Your lips played about his neck, your eyes holding his captive through the medium of the mirror. 

He looked at you, expression open and anticipatory. He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing attractively. You ghosted your lips further down, towards the hollow between his neck and his shoulder. Mouth poised there, you spoke again, voice husky.

“Say it again.”

He shuddered with the knowledge of what was coming, and breathed:

“I’m yours.”

And you sucked a bruise onto his skin. Long, lingering and sudden. He let out a shaky breath as you did so, eyes drifting into a haze of pleasure. You pulled away and admired the mark, a port-wine stain spread on that delicate silk. His eyes were similarly engaged, looking at the new hickey in the mirror as if he’d never seen one before.

Taking the opportunity of his preoccupation, you looked at his face: the sweet, parted lips, the heavy brow and the jaw that could have been sculpted by Michelangelo. By the time his eyes returned to yours, the look within them made the slow, crawling sensation below his waistband redouble. 

“Do you want more?”

He nodded slowly, but as you moved to mark him again, he abruptly turned his head towards you so that your lips met his instead. It was as if he couldn’t resist anymore, like a man dying of thirst finding a clear mountain stream. Leaning backwards into you, he sighed into your mouth and let your tongue roam. 

He was so sweet in this mood; uncharacteristically compliant. Every time it came upon him, you never failed to be enchanted by him. Everyone always looked to him for direction and authority and this was one way he could take a break from all the responsibility. You were more than happy to give him that, especially when it left him looking all undone and pretty like this.

When you broke away from him, your hands were playing beneath his shirt, fingers stroking up and down the soft line of hair disappearing into his sweats. He closed his eyes as you again pinged the elastic on his pants, but they shot open again as your teeth nipped at the flesh of his neck.

He whined as you bit and sucked, the mild pain only adding spice to the pleasure: the prickle of fired up nerve-endings and needful ache in the lowest part of his stomach. As you dug your teeth in fraction more, you compensated by cupping his crotch through his sweatpants and holding him where he was hard.

When you let the skin go and turned back to the mirror, his eyes didn’t even meet yours: he only had eyes for the deep red mark you’d made and the white, crescent-shaped teeth marks disappearing before his eyes. 

“You like that, baby,” you murmured, comforting his aching package with firm, circular rubbing motions. 

“Yes,” he said, voice slightly higher than usual.

“Do you want more? Wanna be covered in them?”

He nodded enthusiastically, like a shy child offered his favorite candy.

“Arms over your head then.”

He complied, letting you peel off his t-shirt and discard it over your shoulder. You hummed appreciatively at the range of flesh now on display: at the pale, unspoiled skin you were about to pepper with burst capillaries. You weren’t a violent person, but you couldn’t deny the little squirm of sadistic glee at the idea of him covered with your marks.

The hand not engaged with his groin flitted up his stomach to stimulate the close bud of one nipple, making him buck automatically into your hand. The small noise he made went straight to the center of your own arousal; he was just so fucking aborable like this, all needy and pathetic. 

So you sucked at him again, hungrily, leaning over to mark his collarbone. This time, you couldn’t resist giving him more than a nip with your teeth, biting him enough to abruptly stop his little whimpers and cause him to suck in air over his teeth. Despite this, he still watched, transfixed, as you worked at him with his arousal aching in your hand.

You eased up, letting his skin go and kissing the deeper teeth marks, as if you might undo the pain with each kiss.

“Too much?” you asked.

“A little,” he whispered, eyes nevertheless devouring the sight of his third mark. 

You gave a little pout in sympathy with his plight and kissed his cheek.

“Shall I go easy on you?”

“For a little while.” he replied, that sheepish, coy smile on his lips. You knew what it meant: wind me up tighter first.

You were more than happy to oblige. 

He moved as if towards the bed as you stepped back from him, but your hands on his shoulders kept him in place.

“You stay there.” you said, “I want you to be able to see yourself.”

“Okay,” he whispered, facing the mirror again as you came to stand in front of him. 

His whines were music to your ears as you attacked your next target, sucking complementary bruises onto each pectoral. Then, bending to allow him to admire the new hickies, you moved further south. You grazed and suckled again and again at his subtly toned abdominals, his flank, and at the softer flesh of his stomach. As you did so, your hands explored the body they had explored so well, yet could never tire of exploring. You rubbed at his chest, hips, ass and thighs.

Each time you withdrew, he surveyed himself hazily, reveling with slavish pleasure in the cumulative effect of your claim on him: your flags planted on his body. The thought ratcheted his arousal to a higher pitch, and he felt his knees tremble as his heartbeat became evident in his groin. 

When you sucked at the v-shaped furrow running invitingly towards his pubis, his whimpers redoubled. One of his hands came to your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. His hips pulled forward, as if your face attracted them like a magnet. Wordlessly, he begged with more pathetic little sounds.

You ignored his little ‘suggestion’ and rose to your feet from the spot you’d been kneeling. 

Thwarted, Five let out a frustrated, high moan. His left hand immediately disappeared beneath his waistband, attending to his own need in a move of desperation. It made you smirk to see it, so you allowed him a few moments to pleasure himself while you admired his face:

His hair, starting to dry, was beginning to stick up at odd angles while the rest clung to his brow. His forehead was held a tight pinch with the intensity of his arousal and his lips were curled around gritted teeth, bringing the slight hook in his nose into greater prominence. Still in front of the mirror, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back. Muscles jumped in the neck beneath his thrust-forward chin.

As gladly as you could have watched him beating himself off beneath those sweatpants, it would have to be something to file away for another day. Today was about reminding him (as if he needed reminding), who he belonged to.

So, with this in mind, you licked one of his nipples with a deliberate, preparatory tongue.

“Oh,” he said, speaking half in exhale, “f-feels good.”

You sucked the nipple hard into your mouth, continuing to swipe your tongue over the hard bead between your lips. He panted, and then jerked as you closed your teeth around him.

“Oh shit!”

Experimentally, you tightened your bite around him and the speed of his strokes increased. Clearly, this was doing something quite profound to him. He let out a squeak that made your own nipples harden.

All of time could be at the mercy of Five Hargreeves, if he so chose, yet you could make him mewl like a newborn kitten.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “bite me. Fucking bite me.”

He whined again as your tongue continued to stimulate him, as you sucked his areola into your mouth and clamped your teeth down, marking him again. 

“Ah shit! Harder!”

But you didn’t want to hurt him, so you released his swollen nipple and took his wrist, stopping him touching himself. He huffed needily, but didn’t resist.

You came to stand behind him again, pulling his wrists gently behind his back and tugging on them so that his body was completely on display in the mirror. You kissed from his shoulder to his cheek, trying not to smile at his obvious discomfort; at the stretched fabric of the sweatpants around his perfectly-imprinted cock, sticking firmly out from his body.

“What do you see, Five?” you whispered, once more into his ear.

“Please,” he whimpered, shifting slightly. 

“What do you see in the mirror?” you repeated, more firmly.

He considered in a feverish sort of way.

“A desperate man,” he said, trying to nuzzle beseechingly into you, but unable to turn his head with his arms held that way.

“Whose desperate man?”

“Yours,” he said tripping over himself to satisfy you, “I’m yours, okay?”

“Look at yourself,” you pushed.

He did, lust-clouded eyes eating up the sight.

Marks. All over him. Fuck. 

Seeing himself this way made him shiver. He reveled in the feeling of safe powerlessness, here at your mercy. He was definitely yours. Yours to do with as you pleased: your bruises and bite marks all over him were proof. He knew at least one that would be visible above his shirt collar tomorrow, and the idea filled him with a whorish sense of satisfaction. His cock ached harder at the idea that everyone would know he was yours. Your man.

Your devotee.

Your toy. 

And he would submit willingly to whatever you chose to do next.

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NOTE: Dom!Five was my first love but Sub!Five is growing on me. Maybe I just like Switch!Five.

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[jihyocentric]

hi lumi. hope ur well! may i request alphas gp sanayeon and omega jihyo where they all come back from a date night and just ravish jihyo bc they thought she looked way too good and that everyone wanted her. just plain jealousy troupe with a praise and breeding kink <3

hi anonie! so, just for reference, for this i had in mind jihyo with the same clothes of her latest concept photo.

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it was usually jihyo who stood in that position — watching over sana and nayeon, holding back not to lose her patience with the multiple girls who insisted to throw themselves on them. it happened more often than jihyo would like, and she'd be constantly frustrated due to the people who seemed to ignore her scent on them, blatantly disregarding the mark of another omega.

they were attractive alphas after all, the kind who attracted not only omegas but people from all ranks, and if jihyo didn’t scent them every day and left her own visible warning that they were hers on their necks, other omegas would certainly think they were available. if they already did when she clearly asserted that they were hers, jihyo couldn’t begin to imagine how it would be if she didn’t.

oddly enough, no girls seemed to be looking nayeon and sana’s way that night. with the way nayeon and sana were growing angrier each minute, jihyo guessed she’d have to worry about what they would do to her rather than losing her alphas to another omega, really.

it was clear that she’d stolen people’s attention. jihyo knew exactly why, but she couldn’t have imagined that she’d be changing so early into her pregnancy, so drastically that a faint taste of her scent would make even an omega turn their eyes to her, and nayeon and sana weren’t the best at dealing with their jealousy.

“it’s only been a month and they’re already like that,” sana huffs, fist clenching around her glass of wine.

“they’re staring!” nayeon grunts and sana makes a sound to show that she agreed, vehemently so, engaging with nayeon’s complaints. “people have lost their respect, and…”

nayeon continues and sana listens, adding her own comments to support nayeon’s opinion, the both them talking as if jihyo wasn’t there, though she was the subject of their discussion.

it takes nayeon and sana no more than another alpha checking jihyo out for them to decide they’d had enough.

it didn’t matter that they were out to enjoy a date, have a nice dinner and celebrate the news. jihyo had gotten pregnant of their first baby and they were happy, genuinely so, but they were fed up with the people ogling their wife. deep down, jihyo found them cute that way, protective and possessive, even if that meant their date was coming to an end too soon.

“that’s it, we’re going home.” sana states, getting up from her seat and doing her very best not to snap and throw her hands against the table forcefully, the way her inner alpha told her to.

leaving the restaurant is fast — nayeon holds jihyo’s wrist and drags her along, not as gentle as she usually was, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

she’d been blaming other people for staring at jihyo all night long, but that was also jihyo’s fault for dressing that way, especially when she was pregnant and smelled sweeter than usual, overflowing with hormones. jihyo could have at least avoided revealing clothes, if anything.

“is this what you wanted?” nayeon suddenly snaps, pulling jihyo closer by her waist once they stop next to her car.

nayeon’s back hits the door of the car. she traps jihyo in her arms, and sana’s front meet jihyo’s back, leaving the omega no space to run. not that jihyo considered trying to get away from them, always pleased to be cornered by her alphas, no matter what they intended to do with her.

“of course not,” jihyo replies, defensively, breathing heavier when sana pushes her against nayeon, making her have to grip nayeon’s shoulders, almost losing her balance.

it was dark enough at the parking lot for jihyo not to feel embarrassed being such a position with them in public. she feels nayeon’s bulge against her thigh and sana’s against her lower back, wondering since when they’ve been that hard.

“is that so?” nayeon huffs. she refrains from making any further comments, knowing she’d sound silly saying that jihyo was too pretty to go out with them, because there was nothing jihyo could do about it. it makes her even more irritated.

jihyo’s eyes widen feeling sana’s hands on her hips, thumbs dangerously playing with her skirt, wanting to let jihyo know that, if she so wanted, that piece of clothing could be easily taken off — their hard ons against her body make jihyo helplessly aware that if she said or did anything wrong, they wouldn’t hesitate to do such thing.

 “our princess wouldn’t do that on purpose,” sana mutters, leaving a faint kiss on jihyo’s bare shoulder. “it’s all their fault. right, ji? not yours. never yours.”

nayeon waits for an answer, expecting jihyo to agree, wanting to know from jihyo if she should punish her or claim her — or both.

but jihyo wasn’t talking back, and the entire night all she’d done was looking at them, them only. she had no intention to provoke jealousy out of them, but if she didn’t really mean it, then nayeon can’t fathom why she’d pick such clothes to go out with them. with part of her still flat tummy and cleavage exposed, jihyo looked sexy, agonizingly so, and all nayeon wanted was to cover her up with a long coat.

because of that, the entire night she’d been hard, uncomfortable, wanting to knot her omega, perhaps doing it in front of every person that had dared to check jihyo out when they were aware that the omega was carrying a baby. her baby. there was no possible way they couldn’t tell, even if jihyo wasn’t yet showing. not when jihyo smelled like that. it was almost as if everybody had decided to challenge her that night.

“no, i-i didn’t mean to…” jihyo stops mid-sentence, gasping at a sudden thrust of sana’s hips against hers. “n-not here, alpha!”

“not here.” sana hums, agreeing, a little impatient. “we wouldn’t want anyone to see how pretty you are when you’re filled with our cocks.”

jihyo hardly makes it to their room dressed. nayeon’s unkind hands finish sana’s work of taking her clothes off, the lacy lingerie becoming nothing but destroyed fabric on the ground, and by the time her back is against the mattress, nayeon and sana are just as bare, with their cocks standing proudly.

nayeon’s is against her own tummy, leaking with precum at the tip, and sana’s looks more than ready to stuff jihyo up.

there’s a difference between her alphas. jihyo is quite familiar with it — nayeon is not, by all means, as patient as sana, always wanting to speed things up. she pouts when sana places a kiss on jihyo’s lips and moves lower, knowing sana would take her time between the omega’s legs, and not much was left for her to do but to watch.

but nayeon was a fan of watching, especially when sana got their omega writhing and whimpering, clawing at the sheets, letting out the prettiest moans just for them, because of them, at their mercy.

“so pretty,” sana praises, kissing down jihyo’s thigh, and nayeon settles next to jihyo, close enough she could kiss her neck and whisper sweet nothings on her ear while sana worked a devoted tongue on jihyo’s dripping center. “pretty and all ours.”

nayeon nods, as if silently letting jihyo know she agreed with sana, almost growling as she remembers how others were looking at her.

“our omega to breed.” nayeon adds, a hand moving possessively to jihyo’s tummy, still jealous. “our omega to look at.”

jihyo whines, sana’s tongue on her center making her legs close around her head, barely managing to give them an answer. although they hadn’t asked, jihyo knew that they needed to hear it from her, and only then her alphas would be satisfied.

“i’m y-yours,” jihyo cries, already sensitive by the time sana puts more effort into eating her out, too easy to be toyed with.

they needed to hear it every day — nayeon and sana had to listen those words from jihyo regularly, sometimes even making her chant it as she comes, making sure jihyo wouldn’t forget that she is, in fact, theirs.

hearing jihyo’s soft cries makes sana eager, losing her patience entirely too quickly after being told jihyo was hers, flat tongue becoming heavier against jihyo’s clit, and nayeon can’t help but kiss and touch jihyo everywhere she can.

“this might hurt, princess.” nayeon warns softly, pulling jihyo’s hair away from her neck. the sight of jihyo’s bare neck makes her lick her lips. it hadn’t been too long since jihyo was last marked, and though she still smelled like nayeon and sana, their scent was faint enough to give nayeon an excuse to mark her again.

so she does, while sana’s tongue traces over jihyo’s clit expertly, making jihyo’s hips buck against her face, squirming under sana and accidentally baring her neck even more for nayeon. when nayeon’s teeth sink into her neck, jihyo comes suddenly, being held in place by nayeon and sana, who seemed to be already expecting an early release from her.

it’s certainly not as strong as it would’ve been if she had them inside of her, but it’s enough to make tears roll down her cheeks.

“alphas…” jihyo whimpers, calling for sana and nayeon, reduced to a needy omega, a small huff escaping from her lips the moment sana pulls away.

“we’re here.” nayeon mutters softly, letting go of the grip of her teeth on jihyo’s neck. she kisses the warm skin then, right where she’d sunk her teeth, apologetic.

despite jihyo’s clear dissatisfaction, nayeon pulls away from her, kneeling on the bed to reach sana. she does the younger alpha a favor, licking her chin clean from jihyo’s slick, keeping her hand at sana’s nape, and then dives in for a kiss. they’re both amused when jihyo whines, knowing she must be pouting when they seem to forget about her.

nayeon and sana don’t want to keep jihyo waiting, not by any means. if jihyo was needy, then they were even needier, their inner alphas still hurt from enduring people’s stares directed to their omega, desperate to give jihyo a knot.

they couldn’t just yet, as it wasn’t something they could both give jihyo at the same time — at least not often, and deciding who got to do it first could wait until jihyo was filled enough with their cum. there was only one goal nayeon and sana wanted to achieve, really. claiming jihyo as theirs. for that, there was no better way than filling her up again and again.

so nayeon holds jihyo’s thighs, settling between them while sana coos and kisses jihyo’s pout away. nayeon moans before entering jihyo, at the mere sight of the omega’s soaked center, flushed from having sana play with her, the tip of her fingers leaving a mark on jihyo’s thighs with how firm is her grip, sinking into the warmth of her omega greedily.

“mine.” nayeon huffs, assertive with her every move, barely allowing jihyo to get used to her shaft before her hips take off, especially encouraged to give jihyo a harsher treatment by the sound of the omega’s muffled moans against sana’s mouth.

having two alphas had its pros and cons. jihyo couldn’t decide if their combined possessiveness was a good thing — it was, because she felt safe with them, she knew she belonged to them. but when their alphas wanted to prove something to each other, feeling irrationally selfish, it made things harder for jihyo.

but it was their nature, after all. and sana can’t help but growl as nayeon takes jihyo. nayeon takes because she can, because jihyo is rightfully hers, and sana’s, but a part of sana that hasn’t learned how to share feels irritated. jihyo has learned what to do when their inner alpha speak louder, when they silently complain about each other.

so she bares the other side of her neck for sana. sinking her teeth into jihyo’s neck seem to be enough to make sana remember jihyo wasn’t only hers but theirs, just as much as it makes nayeon rut her hips into jihyo harder, rougher, her knot forming at the base of her cock, only to be neglected.

it’s all nayeon wants, really. to bury it deep into jihyo, watch her crying as she struggles to take it.

nayeon doesn’t do that, knowing better than to listen to her lust filled thoughts, but she can almost have a taste of how it would feel. jihyo was already crying just from having her cock inside, moaning as sana licked her bruised neck, making the same face she did once a knot was sheathed inside. a semblance of pain and pleasure altogether, there was nothing better than that.

“gonna fill you up, princess.” nayeon tells her, voice shaky as she makes sheer effort, the skin of her tummy and hips flushed, a consequence of her constant pounding into jihyo.

“unnie…” jihyo moans, waiting patiently for nayeon’s release, almost begging for it already. at least nayeon wasn’t like sana, who had a taste for making her wait for it, at times making jihyo sob and beg for her cum.

“good omega,” sana praises, nose brushing against jihyo’s neck. “not even touching yourself. just being a good omega and letting your alphas take care of you.”

“s-sana!” jihyo cries meekly, feeling the tip of sana’s fingers against her clit, clenching tightly around nayeon.

sana’s fingers and nayeon’s messy pace take her to the edge once again, crying out as she gushed all over nayeon’s cock, hips moving against nayeon’s instinctively when sana doesn’t stop playing with her overstimulated clit.

“fuck!” nayeon whines, pushing herself all the way inside the warm, tight pussy, making sure she was far enough in before she spills. she comes earlier than she should have, but nayeon can’t help it, keeping her hips flush against jihyo’s as she fills her omega with hot seed.

“that was quick.” sana taunts, pulling her fingers away from jihyo’s center. she pushes them past jihyo’s lips, sighing as the omega licks them clean, and nayeon bucks her hips while watching jihyo suck sana’s fingers, almost going for another round despite knowing it was sana’s turn. or perhaps she should replace sana’s fingers with something else.

nayeon huffs, the grip she had on jihyo’s thighs becoming even more possessive. “shut up.”

ignoring nayeon’s pout, sana sits and takes jihyo to her lap, making nayeon pull out.

“did you miss me?” sana asks cheekily, lifting jihyo’s hips just enough so that she would be able to sink in. nayeon helps, guiding sana’s shaft inside the omega, getting between sana’s legs in order to hold jihyo from behind, her soft cock starting to harden again once her hands find jihyo’s chest.

“i always d-do.” jihyo replies.

it feels just right then. when jihyo is filled with their combined cum, having her alphas all over her, the both of them touching her incessantly, never wanting to let go. jihyo can hardly remember the last time they’d done something like that — staying up until dawn, taking turns to fill her up, coating her with love and praise. she can hardly remember anything that is not having them inside of her, really.

sana and nayeon only stop once they’re sure there was nothing else they could do to prevent alphas from getting near jihyo. jihyo would certainly smell like them for the rest of the month, and they couldn’t even get her pregnant as a last resource because she already was. but despite being spent and having nothing but sex filling her mind, jihyo still remembers hearing nayeon telling her they’d give her twins, still pettily wanting to prove herself.

all jihyo remembers before dozing off is sana giving her a knot and nayeon hugging her. she wakes up in the morning to the sound of nayeon and sana’s voices. they were trying to be sneaky, jihyo notices with the way they were whispering, but her alphas couldn’t keep it low when they were together, their giggles too loud for jihyo’s sensitive ears.

“focus!” nayeon whines, feeling sana’s tiny pecks on her shoulder. “did we scent that one?” she asks in a whisper, pointing at another short skirt of jihyo’s folded neatly in their closet.

“yes,” sana answers quietly, arms around nayeon’s waist. “that is the only one missing,” she points at one of jihyo’s favorite dresses, which she used regularly at work. “can’t forget this one.”

jihyo shakes her head and silently sighs, deciding to close her eyes again and let her lovers have their fun.

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Yesterday I bought ice cream for the first time this year and thought, huh, what if Nine had icecream as well, wouldn't that be nice :]

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"You ever had ice cream?" Tails gently elbowed him and pointed towards the open terrace window to a nearby patisserie.

"No...no I don't think I have."

"Well then we gotta change that, my treat!" Without further question or prompt, Sonic jogged towards the shop and stopped in front of what seemed to be a large horizontal freezer, at least it sounded like so.

Nine wanted to stop him, give a second opinion, anything. But at this point it would be way too embarrassing to continue stalling, especially with Tails practically dragging him by the sleeve.

Though the notion of a cold and sweet treat on this painfully sunny day didn't sound too bad, so perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try. Just out of curiosity.

"What are the options?"

"Well for a few unbiased recommendations, the chocolate chip mint – personal favorite, green apple, cookie and tiramisu aren't a bad start!" Tails explained all chipper while counting each of the examples on his fingers, clearly overly excited at the prospect of getting said ice cream.

By the time the two foxes made it to the shop window, Sonic was already holding a two-scoop tall icy treat of his own with a bear-head shaped cracker stabbed into the top of it. Then, with a thanks to the mobian behind the counter, handed Tails his apparently pre-ordered green two-scooped ice cream as well. "Or we could get you the Smurf one."

"What the hell is a Smurf."

"Add that to the list of things to show him, partner." Sonic used the cracker as a stand-in for his index finger as he pointed at Tails who only rolled his eyes but nodded.

Nine snorted while quickly skimming through the colorful selection of the freezer before him.

He figured there was a big-time press on him since they were no longer the only ones in line, so he picked the cookie one, to the silent dismay of Tails.

And wouldn't you know it, it tasted exactly like if you froze over Amy's hand-baked cookies he didn't have that long ago. Though he should stop being so surprised, the food in this universe was always nothing short of a delicacy.

The cracker was maybe a bit too much but hey, it made a good spoon for the parts of the ice cream that threatened to fall off from the sides. It also tasted almost as sweet as he anticipated.

"Just be careful so you don't get a brain freeze." Sonic playfully jabbed at him after paying and bidding the seller person goodbye.

Nine rolled his eyes.

"Oh what would I do without your boundless wisdom, thank you for warning me, Sonic."

He knows what ice cream is and was actually lying before, he did try it once. But to no one's surprise it was just as underwhelming as most edible things in New Yoke. Not to mention he rarely could afford or remember to indulge in such a luxury back there.

"Hey, that was in good faith why must you undermine me so!" Sonic gripped his chest in a theatrical manner and Tails laughed.

"Tch, drama queen." Nine poked his tongue out and then properly gave his attention to the treat at hand.

"Right?" Tails perked up with a cheeky grin that Sonic returned with a comically deep scowl.

"Unbelievable! Traitor!" Sonic cried, but an anamused Tails only returned it with a low kick to his shoe.

Yet another thing Nine was fairly new at was this sort of friendly banter. Usually when he snarked, it was genuinely meant to hurt the person which it was directed at, except now he constantly feared accidentally going overboard with something he intended as a playful jab. Thankfully, Tails is way more vicious than Nine could ever expect so it is yet to be the case.

The overall lighthearted and cooling atmosphere between the three of them couldn't help the genuine smile it put on his face.

They continued their merry way through the bright and clean city streets. Despite his protests in the morning, Nine didn't mind following the two as they now kicked and tripped each other, and amidst their giggles tried to keep their respective ice creams intact.

[kay-elle-cee]

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 7 || 1592 Words (oops!) || Read on Ao3 —

“This is absurd,” Lily hisses, straining against the grip her older sister has on her wrist. She nearly stumbles on her long skirts in the process, but she doesn’t care—she’d pitch herself down the stairs if it meant getting herself out of this: meeting her betrothed.

It was idealistic of her to hold onto a notion of love, sure, but she thought she’d at least get some say in the matter of her engagement. A few chaperoned visits, a ball—time enough to have an opinion on the man. But perhaps her previous refusals to her sister and her husbands’ matches had proved one too many examples of the free spirit her father so often lauded. 

So they had simply…chosen for her.

“Father would never—”

“Father’s not here, Lily,” Petunia bites. “And Vernon has found you a respectable match. This is not up for discussion—you will be marrying Lord Potter.” She pulls open the door with a little more force than a well-bred lady should, a serene expression settling onto her features as she leads Lily into the room and their guest’s attention is drawn by their entrance.

He’s handsome, in an irritating way—that’s Lily’s first thought as his eyes widen in surprise before bowing in response to the curtsies she and Petunia offer. He straightens and his attention is on her, a sparkling kind of wonder in his hazel eyes that Lily tries not to get swept up in—he’s assessing her for what she is: an offering. No matter how genial (or handsome) this man is, no one who consorts with Vernon Dursley holds any merit, as far as Lily is concerned. She frowns.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Evans,” Lord Potter says with a smile, and Lily finds she has to avert her eyes from its supposed sincerity. This could be dangerous if she forgets her instincts.

“The pleasure is mine, my Lord,” she says clearly, eyes flicking to his before focusing once more on the corner of the room, her frown still well in place.

“I apologize for her impertinence, sir,” Petunia says with a hollow laugh and a pinch to the inside of Lily’s arm—out of sight of her betrothed. “Lily, show him your pretty smile.”

“She does not need to smile if she does not wish it,” Lord Potter assures from across the room with a furrowed brow. “I understand this situation can be a bit overwhelming. Perhaps we could take a walk about the gardens outside and get to know one another.”

It strikes her, truly, how he addresses her instead of her sister. Unlike the few other suitors Petunia and Vernon had tried to court for her—who had spoken to them as if she were not in the room, as if she did not have a voice—Lord Potter seems to await her answer.

She gives a hesitant nod. “A chance for fresh air sounds lovely.”

Petunia leads the way through the house with a smug smile, snapping at the servants to ready the parasols for her and Lily. Lily’s quiet, her mind struggling to make sense of Lord Potter.

As they start on their walk, Petunia takes a spot next to Lily and falls in line with the couple, no doubt in an effort to ensure her younger sister remains amenable. Lord Potter starts up the conversation with a few simple questions directed at Lily, only to have her sister answer for her.

Lily feels the tension in her jaw, her eyes firmly fixed ahead of them on the path. She’s biting back some unkind words, something scathing or embarrassing, when her ears register a quiet, slightly exasperated sigh from her left.

“Mrs. Dursley, I was wondering if you might be persuaded to trail us so that I may get to know my intended a bit more personally.” Lily’s eyes snap up to the man on her left to find him focused on her sister, a strained smile on his face.

She can tell Petunia is displeased but she falls back as he requested, putting distance between herself and the couple, and Lily feels she can breathe a bit easier.

“You don’t get along with your sister.”

It’s an observation, not a question, and Lily tries to keep her face inscrutable as she turns to look at him. “I am grateful for Mr. and Mrs. Dursley’s kindness.”

She doesn’t miss the way his lips curve into an amused smile in the silence. “A very diplomatic answer.”

Her eyebrow raises, and she’s held her tongue long enough this morning to continue doing so. “Is that not what you’d deem a positive trait, my Lord?”

A sudden chuckle startles her, and he casts a surreptitious glance behind them before meeting her eyes. “Might I let you in on a secret, Miss Evans?”

Her heart, against her better judgment, begins beating wildly as her mind races with curiosity. “You may.”

He lowers his voice to a whisper so that she has to lean in to better hear him. “I rather dislike Vernon Dursley.”

This news twists her insides. On the one hand she finds him a kindred spirit, on the other—dangerous, for what are his intentions in marrying her if he finds her relations so disagreeable? Her breathing becomes short as she tries to parse out her next questions, aware of his eyes on her and the echo of amusement sliding from his face at her silence.

“So am I…a pawn in a game of revenge to you? A joke, perhaps?” She tries to contain her anger, tries to keep her voice low even as she feels the panic clawing at her insides. 

“No, no, no, Miss Evans—”

“Am I not a person who deserves—”

“I did not mean to upset you—”

“Upset me?” She glares at him and he casts a nervous glance behind them.

“I hope you do not mind my honesty. Mr. Dursley is a very proud man, very boastful. He’s continuously looking for ways to bolster his connections and social status and has been shopping you around as a means to do that for a while.” She can see his amber eyes flicker with anger behind his glasses. “I thought it was vile, especially considering the contempt for you I’d often hear in his voice after a glass or two of brandy.”

“So this is chivalry?” She hisses. “As if I am a damsel in need of saving?” 

“I believe at Dursley’s hand, you do.”

The quiet between them stretches as they walk, Lily’s cheeks flushed with anger and indignation. A sigh from her left breaks the tense silence, and when Lord Potter speaks, his voice is carefully measured.

“I do apologize, Miss Evans, for how all of this has come to light. I promise that I mean you no harm, nor think you incapable of making your own decisions. Perhaps it was presumptuous of me to propose this match, but I do it not for valor, but because it is right.”

Lily finds her eyes drawn to him by not just the words, but in the sincerity with which he speaks. The wariness in his gaze forces her to look away, embarrassment creeping up for her outburst, however true her words may still be.

“Then I must apologize as well, my Lord. My words were—”

“Please do not…” Lily watches as he shakes his head, and she finds discomfort has settled in the crease between his brows. “My title gives me a status which I’ve not earned, but for the luck of my birth. It often shields me from others’ honesty, both good and bad. Your words were entirely justified, and refreshing to hear, I assure you.”

Lily nods uncertainly as they turn a corner by a rosebush. 

“Again, I make you this offer not borne of vengeance or pity, but with the hope of giving you a chance at a life you could enjoy. My expectations are not numerous—your attendance at certain events, involvement in the community, an heir”—here, his cheeks flush—“and hopefully an amiable companionship. Other than that, you would be free to spend your time as you’d like—reading, painting, traveling…I have no desire to restrict you to the confines of a manor with running a household as your only outlet, if that is not your wish.”

Lily’s heart is pounding at the proposition, prior feelings of irritation fading and giving way to some shred of hope for a life not decided by her sister or a man who likens himself to Vernon. A life where she has options and freedom, and the means to stoke the bit of restless spirit that still resides in her.

“That is, if you will still have me.”

Her eyes meet his—really meet his—for the first time that day, and her stomach knots with the eagerness she sees shining in their depths, breaking through the amber and flecks of green. Finding her voice, she speaks with a hint of mischief. “I’m doubtful that Mr. and Mrs. Dursley would allow any other option, even if I wished it, my Lord.” Lily takes a breath. “Which I do not.”

“I am relieved to hear that, Miss Evans,” he exhales, and she can see the way his face sheds the discomfort of the last few minutes though a flush rises on his neck. “And if we’re to be married then please, in these moments of ours, feel permitted to call me James.”

“The man behind the title,” she muses with a nervous smile.

He replies with a hopeful smile of his own. “Indeed, Miss Evans.”

[annonymouslyannoying]

If one more person calls Athena's design bad I'm gonna have a brain aneurism I actually can't with you people.

In the Dual Destinies artbook, it is stated that Athena was specifically designed to have a more manga/anime influenced appearance, and I think they accomplished that with flying colors.

She doesn't look the same as Phoenix and Apollo, but that was never their intention at all. Whether you LIKE the direction they went with her design is of course, entirely subjective, but you cannot call it a failure of a design.

BUT ANYWAY I'm about to justify many design elements that I've seen people criticize.

The side ponytail. ONE THAT I'VE SEEN MANY PEOPLE DISOWN FOR... Seemingly no reason? Either way it's clearly stated here that the side ponytail was used to make her silhouette more distinguishable.

Her more futuristic elements were also VERY MUCH INTENTIONAL- Not to mention they are quite literally justified within the game, with Athena having been raised in a robotics lab at the space center, and having a very heavy technology motif, especially with widget.

I've also seen people complain about her boots, to which I say I think they do a good job matching the rest of her color scheme as well as furthering the futuristic/manga vibe they were going for.

As you can see, both the boots and the side ponytail were prevalent in a lot of these early designs, and they also played around with the idea of her ponytail resembling a music note.

As you can see, the overly futuristic vibe was always there, and she was never intended to just LOOK like an ordinary lawyer- And honestly, I'm glad they did something like this to distinguish Athena from both Apollo and Phoenix.

Her wearing primarily yellow helps to tie her in, but she also stands out in her own way, which makes sense, since neither Apollo or Phoenix were designed to reflect their backstories or specific themes.

Phoenix was literally designed to be a lawyer, and Apollo was literally designed to be another Phoenix (no offense, I love Apollo and his design haha).

Not to mention they do a good job sticking to the few distinct colors they chose for her, bright yellow, blue, and white. Which reflect her personality perfectly- Like, you get what she's all about the second she comes on screen.

I guess this is why the claims that she is over designed seem to piss me off to no end. AGAIN- She is definitely more detailed than Phoenix and Apollo, and is definitely a departure from the style of the series, but that doesn't make the design cluttered or bad.

NOT TO MENTION- Athena was the first protagonist to be specifically designed to become a 3d model. And it makes sense that they would utilize that medium in a way for her design DIFFERENTLY than those of her 2d predecessors- So again, the extra detail makes sense.

SO ANYWAYS- Long story short, got really sick of people echoing opinions about Athena's design being bad, so I wanted to educated anyone reading on why I personally think that she is the best designed protagonist in the ace attorney series- And her design is deserving of a lot more love.

[zsakuva]

Hey Saku! I’ve been following your VA stories for a while now, and Alex’s audios have been such a treat to listen and analyze. Especially seeing everyone’s reactions to each one that comes out 🫢 (WARNING LONG MESSAGE) 

I saw on a post that you said you intended for others to see how the listener is a very flawed person, and clearly has major issues that they haven’t dealt with in a healthy way. But I’ve been seeing comments and there’s still people who really dislike Alex with a passion. I know some people have had situations like this in real life, and it’s a lot more complicated situation. So they may have more insight on this than me. I’m just solely judging the fictional characters here FYI. 

    I understand that he isn’t a perfect character and one thousand percent has some flaws of his own, and needs to apologize for what he has done and said, but even after we find out the listener literally followed Alex when he was with Natalie people still think he’s the major red flag that messed up the relationship? Maybe I’m being a little harsh but if I had a partner like the listener and they did everything they did- I wouldn’t have reacted to it nonchalantly. Maybe I wouldn’t suddenly resort to breaking up, but I would have to reassess the relationship. Yes, communication would’ve helped the situation but it wouldn’t have taken back the actions the listener did. And while both of them have to deal with the consequences of their behavior, I don’t think he deserves the amount of “dislike” he gets 😭

     All that to say a lot of people are villainizing Alex when he really didn’t do anything that jaw dropping except be closed off, hypocritical, and a bit of a gaslighter during arguments, which are not healthy reactions, but can happen when emotions get involved. The audience won’t ever know what the listener said back to him during the conversations so they no doubtably could’ve gaslighted him back🫡 Not a complete Alex defender, I don’t particularly like him (the two should definitely not be together) but I also don’t think he’s as terrible as he’s made out to be sometimes.

(Apologies for the paragraph) I do have a short question on it, 

  When you started fleshing out Alex and the listener as characters did you imagine the audience would see them as they do now?  Or was it a surprise to read the differing opinions and conclusions the crumpets came too?  (thank you again for creating such complex and thought invoking audios) 🫶🏻

When I decided to dive into this particular part of their relationship, I knew there would be discourse but I wasn't expecting it to be so divisive. I love reading everyone's opinions; there are so many factors at play to have them draw whatever conclusion they've settled on.

Some might draw from a personal experience, others solely from Alex, or solely from Gremlin, or a third party looking in. All opinions of Alex and Gremlin are valid, and as a writer who loves breaking down characters, it's amazing to see so many discussions about something I've created.

Of course, I have my own opinions regarding their situation, but I'll keep most of that to myself; I'm in a unique position to be omniscient so I'll observe instead!

[someoneintheshadow456]

I said before, now that Cait Corrain’s true self has come out, I can finally elaborate on what happened with her. To put a long story short, I was one of her very first victims - long before she became an original fiction author and back when she was known as Enterprisingly on AO3 - the author of Play to Win.

I know that #reviewbombgate was back in December, but at the time, I did not know about it because I’m not involved in BookTok. However, I WAS involved with the Reylo fandom, albeit indirectly.

The final chapters of Play to Win went on a tangent that seemed bizarre to me at the time. In fact, it seemed so strange that I brushed it off almost completely. It was only when I found Play to Win’s Wayback Machine page after recalling memories of the Reylo fandom last year when I read the chapter properly (instead of skipping ahead to get to the Reylo scenes). And a proper reading made me realize what was so unnerving about it:

Anyone who has engaged with my blog (especially from 2015-2019, when I used to post a lot more content about my personal life) can see the strangely... specific way this character was described. In order to go into this level of depth, one has to have been following me intently and keeping tabs of all the personal things I posted.

And then, she goes from eerily specific descriptions, to straight up maliciously lying about me:

Keep in mind, this screed takes up an ENTIRE chapter in itself. Said character, Ejya Fjord, is a background NPC who is mentioned a total of 121 times in a 161,000 word story. In fact, her name is mentioned so little that you could be forgiven for not remembering her at all:

You'd think, if someone would do something like this, I had to have done something terrible to her, or even just gave her a negative review. But I never did.

As you can see here, I have only engaged positively with her. Since Play to Win was also taken down and you can’t see old comments on Wayback Machine. Unfortunately after this, I can only give my word without receipts.

Play to Win was published first in 2018. I reviewed her story in March of 2018, possibly even earlier. In my review, I praised the writing, worldbuilding, and dialogues, but gave a small constructive criticism in that the politics could be better integrated into the story without feeling disjointed.

In the very early chapters, Ejya was clearly intended to be 100% Swedish - as one can tell from the name. However, at some point in the later half of the story, she retroactively became mixed race and a rival for Ben's affections, while Ben seems to be having none of it. It's clear these choices were made to portray me as some kind of horny fangirl for Kylo Ren who will stomp on other girls for his sake:

When I read the last chapter first, I was horrified. But now I'm just... bemused that someone would ever see me as some kind of calculating vixen who dresses like a Euphoria high school student and only likes masculine hobbies to pick up dudes. When in reality it took me until 2020 to be able to type the word "sex" without having heart attack and have never so much as posted a selfie on here.

It's also funny that Ejya is petite and flat chested while my actual body type is the exact opposite... which she would know since she stalked my blog so thoroughly. Almost as though she's implying something about her own insecurities...

Initially, I was under the impression that Corrain targeted me because of my association with @ainomica - due to her ruffling the Reylo fandom’s feathers (and ending up on Corrain’s hit list) over her opinions on John Boyega. However, that controversy happened in 2020. When Corrain wrote this libel about me, @ainomica wasn’t even on her radar, not to mention it was a year before we had ever even met. This libel was done to target me, and me exclusively.

In essence - Corrain weaved libel about me into her story because my existence pissed her off. We know now that Corrain had a penchant for targeting sapphic authors and WOC almost exclusively. So it's safe to say she was just being a typical white saviour liberal who shows what she actually thinks of minorities when they don't toe the line.

While this does make her less unhinged in my eyes than using me to target someone else, it still means that Corrain was, and always has been capable of aggression towards anyone she’s remotely offended by. Especially if said person happens to be a minority of some kind.

[gryfferin-gaybies]

Prompt - Please stay

When Harry walked into the pub, of course he noticed that platinum blond head of hair immediately. Of course his eyes were naturally drawn to the tall, lean, pale figure sitting at the bar.

And of course it hurt to see him again. It had been less than two months since they ended their year-old relationship. They'd fought frequently as a couple but that last fight was different. They'd yelled and screamed so much Harry lost his voice. They'd hurled insults at each other that hit hard and cut deep. Draco stormed out during arguments all the time, but he always came back. Harry waited over a week and Draco never came back, never reached out, never responded to Harry's owls, texts, calls, or Floos.

Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Draco sitting at the bar with another man—who was leaning in way too close in Harry's opinion. His gait faltered but he quickly recovered, tearing his eyes away from the painful scene and refocusing on his coworkers.

They'd had an absolutely grueling day in the field so when one of the Aurors on Harry's team said drinks were on him, no one turned down the offer. A couple of hours after they arrived, they practically took up the entire back end of the pub, spread across multiple tables. A group of four played a game of darts while two others drunkenly argued over a game of chess. Some had formed a crowd around the telly to shout about the Quidditch match. No one seemed to mind; in fact, aside from them not many people were there at all.

"Harry. . . Harry. . . Auror Potter. . . Harry Potter!" Auror Kane snapped his fingers in Harry's face. "Do you want another," he asked when he finally had Harry's attention.

"Huh?" Harry hadn't even finished his first glass while most of his coworkers were working on their third or fourth. "Oh, no, I'm alright." Harry was sitting at a table with five other Aurors but he wasn't paying attention to them at all. He didn't have the energy to try to engage in conversation with them. He didn't pretend to try like he normally did when he was around people. He was too busy recovering from the shit show of a day he'd had. . . And staring at Draco and the guy he was with.

Draco was clearly inebriated, swaying slightly on his barstool and getting more handsy with the other man as the night went on. It concerned Harry because Draco didn't like being drunk in public. He didn't like being anything but clearheaded when he wasn't in the comfort of his own home or a close friend's.

It made something uneasy settle in Harry's gut and he had a feeling he might want to stay sober so he approached the bar to order himself a water. He made sure to stay a few feet away and on the side behind Draco, hoping to avoid being seen. He wasn't far enough to avoid hearing their conversation.

"What will it take to get you to come home with me?" Harry didn't mean to eavesdrop. Those words from whoever that stranger was just caught his attention.

"Like, three more drinks," Draco slurred. That was the last thing he needed, in Harry's opinion.

"We can make that happen, but why don't we continue drinking at my place where we can get more comfortable, hmm?" He trailed his finger along the inside of Draco's exposed wrist, up his arm, and stopping at his elbow to continue from his chest to his throat.

Draco nodded. "As long as I'm too pissed to remember this tomorrow." He giggled and swayed on his stool, taking another long gulp of whatever he was drinking.

The man laughed at that and it set Harry off. This man was very clearly sober enough to realize he was taking advantage of Draco, but Harry wasn't going to allow that.

He walked over to the two men, fueled by his own anger, and left his water behind on the bar. "I think it's time for you to go," he warned the other man, stepping in the small space between them with his back to Draco.

The prick just smiled at Harry. "Thats exactly what we were intending to do. Isn't that right, Draco?"

Harry spared a glance at Draco to find that he suddenly seemed very tired. Up close Harry could see the bags under his eyes and the worry in his eyes, things someone who didn't know him so well would've missed entirely. "Potter, what're you doing?" Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

Things seemed to connect in asshole's brain and realization showed in his wide-eyed expression. "Potter? Harry Potter? You're . . . Oh ."

Harry ignored him, instead answering Draco's question, still glaring at the now-nervous stranger. "Keeping this prick from taking advantage of you."

"I didn't ask for your help! You weren't even supposed to be here. Would you just leave? I can handle myself." His words were so slurred Harry knew he wasn't in any state to make decisions.

Harry finally turned around. "I'm not going to let you do something you'll regret tomorrow, if you even remember it." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"The goal is not to," he mumbled to himself. "I'm an adult. If I want to go home with him I can, and I do so I will." He tilted his glass back and finished its contents. "Now if you'll excuse me." He pushed past Harry to drag the other man away by the arm, stumbling as he did so. The asshole allowed himself to be pulled away with a sly smirk.

Harry followed them, catching up with a couple quick strides. "Draco, no." He grabbed Draco's arm just above the elbow and pulled him back.

He whirled around to face Harry and paled, looking as if he was about to be sick, but he didn't pause. "What is your problem?" Draco yelled, drawing attention to the three men. Luckily, it was getting late and the bar was nearly empty. Harry noticed then that his coworkers had all left at some point.

"What is your problem?" Harry shot back. "You're getting drunk in public, going home with a stranger. Why are you being so reckless?"

Draco scoffed. "Don't act like you care, Pot—" Draco cut off suddenly and Accio'd a trash bin, puking as soon as it got to him.

"I'm going to go. Draco, you have my number. Call me if you'd like to meet up again, yes?" The other man began to retreat.

"No, don't go," Draco protested, but it was useless because he threw up again as soon as he said it. "See what you did? You ruined my night!" He said once the prick left.

"Yes, because that was all me. I'm sure it had nothing to do with your getting sick." Harry rolled his eyes, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

Deciding he wasn't going to be sick anymore, Draco walked to the pub's exit. "Just go home, Potter. You've done enough for one night."

Harry placed extra galleons on the bar as an apology, then followed Draco. "Oh, no. I'm not going anywhere until I get you home safe. You're in no state to be Apparating yourself." Harry pulled his wand and stepped close to Draco.

"I can Apparate myself home. I'm not that pissed." That was a lie.

Instead of arguing, Harry just wrapped an arm around Draco's waist and Apparated them back to Draco's flat. The moment they arrived, Draco scurried to the bathroom to puke again.

Harry followed him. He opened the cabinet behind the mirror where he knew Draco kept most of his potions. He pulled out some Sober-Up and then wet a towel with warm water. "Here, drink this." He handed Draco—who was seated on the floor in front of the toilet— the Sober-Up.

"Thanks," the blond mumbled, downing the potion in one gulp. He made a sour face at the taste and Harry offered him a cup of water he'd summoned from the kitchen. He sipped at it and then placed it on the counter.

Harry handed him the damp towel to wipe his face, then sat in the floor with Draco with his eyes closed, saying nothing. He wasn't sure how long they sat like that before he broke their heavy silence. "Do you want to tell me what that was about?" He looked at Draco then.

Draco cast his gaze downward and shrugged one shoulder. "I dunno," he murmured.

There was another pause before Harry sighed. "Do you want me to just leave?" Draco had been the one to walk out on him after all. He probably didn't want to see Harry.

"No!" Draco blurted, too loud for the small space. He took a breath and tried again. "I mean, no, I —" Harry noticed tears start to form in Draco's eyes so he moved closer, concerned. Draco allowed Harry to pull him into a hug. "I just can't believe she's gone," he whispered.

"What? Who's gone?" Harry's blood ran cold. He hadn't heard about any deaths recently, but that could be why his friends had prevented him from reading the papers.

Draco sniffled and pulled away from Harry, wiping at the tears that had escaped. "You really don't know?"

Harry shook his head, confused and concerned.

"My mother, she . . ." Draco broke off, unable to say it.

"Oh Merlin, Draco, I had no clue." He knew Narcissa hadn't been well, but he hadn't heard this terrible news. There was no way he'd have been willing to give Draco space if he knew he was suffering. Then it made sense why his friends wouldn't want him to know. He pulled Draco back into his chest. "I'm so sorry."

"I just . . . didn't want to be alone, didn't want to be stuck with my thoughts. I needed a distraction."

Harry could feel Draco's tears wetting his shirt, but he didn't mind. "Hey, it's alright," Harry tried to soothe him. "You're not alone. I'm right here."

Draco sobbed, his whole body shaking as he let himself fall apart in Harry's arms. He adjusted their position so he was sitting between Harry's legs, crying into his chest, his arms wrapped around Harry's neck.

Harry didn't know what to do so he just held him there, rubbing his back gently. "I've got you. It's ok." Minutes went by like this, with Harry just holding Draco and reassuring him that he wasn't alone.

Draco finally calmed down— seeming to be out of tears for the time being—but they stayed in that position on the floor. "Harry?" He said eventually. His voice was small and it broke on the name.

Harry's heart did a flip in his chest—that he pretended not to feel—at hearing Draco call him by his first name. His own heartbreak was not as important as Draco right now. "Yes, love?" The term of endearment was a habit and Harry cursed himself for using it then.

But Draco either didn't notice or didn't mind. "Please, stay with me?" Harry could hear the hope and need in his voice. There was no way he could say no. There was no way he'd ever want to say no to this man.

Harry nodded and squeezed him tighter. "Of course. As long as you need me."

Can also be read here on Ao3

[emira-addams]

Hazbin Hotel - Odette x Velvette - Headcanon

I’m so sorry, but I had this idea about Velvette falling for Carmillas daughter and not the time to write a full fic

Of course, these two girls were not strangers; they knew each other from the regular Overlord meetings and had often sat in opposite chairs, however, apart from the occasional cautious exchange of glances, they had not talked a word with each other so far

Odette shared her mother's opinion, and Carmilla Carmine felt a strict rejection towards the three Vees, a rejection of their behavior and disrespect, their lack of seriousness, their greed for money, their lust for power, their irresponsibility, and their self-absorbed attitude

In Odette's eyes, Velvette was just a stupid and arrogant brat who desperately tried to attract all the attention at every given opportunity and clearly had way too much self-confidence, until the two girls met for the first time outside an Overlord meeting

Odette was successfully persuaded by her younger sister to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night and behind their mother's back

Clara wanted to attend a party in another part of the city and dragged her sister along

The moment neon lights blinded Odette and the loud bass deafened her ears, Odette regretted her decision to accompany her sister, as she would surely have a headache the next morning

No more than a minute later, she had lost Clara in the crowd and found herself alone and lost on the dance floor

Suddenly, Odette was approached by Velvette, and she immediately twisted her face in annoyance at her presence; she firmly intended to hit her sister later, of course, Clara had dragged her to a party of the Vees

"What do you want from me?" Odette asked, annoyed.

Velvette grinned widely. "Tell me, sweetheart, how many times would I theoretically have to fuck with you to get a discount on your mother's weapons?" she provocatively inquired, while Odette grimaced in disgust and sized up Velvette from top to bottom

"Never!" she spat. "As long as I'm in my right mind, I wouldn't even dream of it..."

"Too bad!" Velvette pouted.

Odette's and Velvette's paths were to cross for the second time the next day during an Overlord meeting, as Velvette sat down opposite Odette with her arms crossed in front of her chest and the same wide grin as the day before, winking seductively at her, while Odette turned away with an indignant snort

Clara sat next to her sister, her head laid on the table, groaning from the hangover

Odette elbowed Clara and whispered with a cautious look towards their mother that she should pull herself together, the atmosphere between them and Carmilla had been tense since their return from the party the night before

At dawn, the sisters had unsuccessfully tried to sneak into their rooms, their mother had already been waiting for them in the hallway, angrily demanding to know where they had been

Odette tried to downplay their disappearance and think of an excuse, but when Clara accidentally let slip that they had been at a party of the Vees and then had to vomit on the expensive carpet in the hallway, the sisters had definitely lost and faced the consequences: an angry lecture from their mother and a curfew for the next few weeks

Carmilla did not want to hear Odette's arguments against punishment, such as that they were demons, and not teenagers anymore; since early breakfast, the sisters had not spoken a word with their mother, and the atmosphere between them was tense, and they did not exchange a single glance

After the Overlord meeting was over, almost everyone left the meeting room, only Velvette lingered a moment longer to overhear Carmilla ordering her daughters to take the ruined carpet to the cleaners as additional punishment for their forbidden nocturnal outing, that suddenly sparking Velvette's curiosity

Velvette left Valentino and Vox behind and decided to follow Odette and Clara, the overheard conversation had piqued her interest, and she was already figuring out how to use it to her advantage

While the sisters were dragging the carpet to the nearby cleaners, Clara complained a lot about their mother

Odette sighed, understanding both her mother's and her sister's perspectives, and cautiously warned her sister when Clara suggested that they should somehow stand up to their mother and her punishment, like making the awful carpet disappear forever or throwing their own party and ruining the house

Of course, Velvette had followed the sisters to the cleaners and overheard their conversation

With her well-known wide grin, she leaned against a street lamp next to the cleaners, holding her phone in her hand and casually swiping across the screen

"Oh, you two are quite the rebels..." she joked without looking up from her phone's screen. "My offer for business fuckings still stands, sweetheart, in case you're so desperate to get back at your mother..."

“Business fuckings?”, repeated Clara, confused, while Odette felt the heat rise to her cheeks and her face reddened.

"We're going home now!" Odette decided and took her sisters arm to pull her away from Velvette.

Velvette would get her discount eventually, but she decided not to pursue the sisters any further for the time being, because despite the quarrel between Carmilla and her daughters, the arms dealer would not hesitate to make Velvette a head shorter if she got too close to her daughters

On the way home, Clara desperately tried to get more out of her sister about what happened at the party between her and Velvette, but Odette stuck to the simple answer that Velvette had hit on her to get a discount on Carmine weapons

Moreover, Odette asked her sister to keep their encounters with Velvette a secret from their mother

"But you would still tell your own sister immediately if you had a girlfriend, right?" Clara tried to pressure her.

"Yeah…" Odette sighed. She was really becoming weary of the topic of a relationship between her and Velvette.

When Velvette wanted something, she became relentless, and so it happened that Odette desperately tried to drag the cleaned carpet from the cleaners back home while Clara helped their mother with business, and was intercepted by Velvette again

Velvette had threatened the owner of the cleaners to find out when the two Carmine sisters would come back to pick up the carpet

"Do you need help?" With feline friendliness, Velvette circled around Odette, who had thrown the heavy carpet over her shoulder but had already begun to heave under its weight.

"No!" Odette scolded with a face red from exertion.

Velvette followed the girl on her way.

Odette was about to collapse under the weight of the carpet, had Velvette not come to her rescue at the last moment to help her carry the thing the rest of the way and finally spread it out again in the hallway of the Carmine mansion

"What do you want for your generous help?" Odette wanted to know, with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Mentally, she was already preparing for the next argument with her mother, which would surely follow as soon as she found out that her daughter had sold a weapon at a discount to Velvette. The Carmine family, after all, did not do business with the Vees...

Falling into disgrace with her mother for a short time was, however, more preferable to Odette than being permanently killed by a carpet.

As Velvette amusingly noted, Odette had the same stern tone and disapproving look as her mother. At first, Velvette wanted to demand the discount for her help, but then spontaneously another idea came to her head. "Coffee," she bluntly said.

"Coffee?" Odette looked confused.

"Yes!" Velvette nodded. "I'd like to go have coffee with you. When are you free?"

They arranged to meet at a nice café in Cannibal-Town

All evening long, Odette pondered over Velvette, her demand for her help didn't make sense to her and confused her, while Velvette convinced herself on her way home that she was just going to have coffee with Odette to play the long game

"I have a date and must go," Odette explained to her mother the next day, while she kept the details like with whom and where from her.

The dispute between the two girls and their mother had long been settled; they had apologized for sneaking out, and Carmilla had lifted their curfew

Clara and their mother looked at Odette in surprise, but without further questions, they let her go

Besides, Odette fled from her mother's office as quickly as possible; she would face her surely following interrogation later

Velvette had sent a driver for Odette, who picked her up a few streets away from the Carmine factory, and they met in front of a cozy café at the edge of Cannibal-Town, located in a rather quiet area

To Odette's surprise, she enjoyed the meet-up with Velvette very much

At first, the two sat silently opposite each other, staring quietly at their drinks, Velvette had coffee and Odette preferred tea, but then, out of Odette's desperate attempt to overcome the awkward silence, a real conversation developed, and Velvette seemed to genuinely appreciate her company

Hours passed, and they sat together in the café, talking about everything under the sun, they got along really well and when a worried call from Odette's mother interrupted them, and they had to say goodbye, they exchanged numbers

Odette really wanted to continue talking with Velvette, they set a new day for another meeting, and for the rest of the evening, a smile graced her lips whenever she glanced at her phone screen

Odette's and Velvette's secret meet-ups quickly became a regularity, again and again, Odette spent the afternoon with Velvette in some small unknown café, away from prying eyes, without telling her mother or her sister, she couldn’t tell them she was friends with Velvette

Before either Odette or Velvette realized it, their usual meet-ups had turned into romantic dates, and they found themselves sneaking through the back door of a porn-cinema in the middle of the morning, holding hands, to kiss each other in the darkness and solitude of the deserted hall, paying no attention to the movie playing

Velvette confessed her feelings first, rambling the words and almost forgetting to breath, while Odette listened adoringly

Velvette's coffee addiction had been replaced by tea, and the text messages they exchanged were almost like love letters

Every time Velvette looked at her phone screen, a broad smile formed on her lips, and Odette suddenly spent so much more time on her phone that Clara became suspicious

Surprisingly, Odette's ability to sneak in and out of the house unseen improved, and occasionally Velvette would climb through the window of her room on the first floor at night and spend the night in her bed, gone by the next morning when Carmilla came to wake her daughter

One night, however, Odette and Velvette encountered her sister in the hallway as they were trying to sneak out together

Clara confronted her sister, and Odette confessed that she had fallen in love with Velvette

Clara did not trust Velvette, but Velvette made her sister happy, and she swore to keep the secret of their relationship, but the first time Carmilla had a strange suspicion about them was when Velvette, while sneaking out the Carmine mansion, accidentally dropped butt-naked from the balcony of Odettes room and right into the cake on the table in the garden, while she was enjoying teatime with Rosie and Zestial

“Sorry, but I fucked your daughter…” Velvette always thought her words were really eloquent.

“You… What?”

But Velvette was gone before Carmilla could clean the cake off of her face.

Carmilla and Odette did not spoke about this, but the next time Carmilla observed Velvette looking suspiciously around before taking Odette's hand and pulling her behind the next corner right before another Overlord meeting

Carmilla was already on her way to rescue her daughter from the clutches of the Vees' brat when Clara blocked her mother's path and bombarded her with questions to stall her, shouting so loudly that her sister and Velvette could hear her

By the time Carmilla turned the corner, Odette and Velvette had disappeared from sight

While the Overlord meeting was taking place, Odette and Velvette sat next to each other, their pinkies secretly intertwined under the table, while Carmilla did not take her eyes off her daughter and the Vees' brat during her presentation

Odette kicked Velvette under the table, trying desperately to stop her girlfriend as Velvette began to provoke Carmilla and Zestial, but Carmilla had already made the accusation in front of all Overlords that Velvette was a bad influence and should keep her hands off her daughter, promptly starting a fight between her and Velvette in front of everyone about Odette, with Carmilla despising Velvette

"I love Odette!" Velvette retorted. At first opportunity, she had jumped onto the table and positioned herself in front of Carmilla with hands on her hips, determined to defend their relationship.

"You brat are definitely not good enough for my daughter!" Carmilla countered angrily. She hadn't yet noticed how Odette had shrunken back into her chair and the rest of the Overlords had hastily left the room. Only Clara and Zestial remained, trying desperately to calm her down.

"Odette?" Velvette whispered uncertain, calling her girlfriend's name and looking at her for help. She wanted to hear from her that she disagreed with her mother, but Odette remained silent. "Shit…" cursed Velvette.

Velvette had lost her confidence

Carmillas sentence and Odettes silence hurt more than Velvette wanted to admit

Velvette quickly looked away as tears suddenly pricked in her eyes and she felt a stabbing pain in her heart, she swallowed sorrowfully, her sleeve wiping over her eyes again and again as if to chase away the tears, and she rubbed the painful spot in her chest in rising panic, Velvette couldn't show weakness in front of Carmilla

Instead, she bared her fangs and clenched her fists, spat one last insult at Carmilla, then stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her

"Velvette!"

Before Odette could run after her girlfriend, she was held back by her mother, it would be better this way

"Love is for losers!" Valentino called after Velvette as she roughly pushed him aside and quickly disappeared into her room to hide her tears.

The following days were met with complete silence between Odette and Velvette; instead, the next extermination was looming

In her search for angelic weapons, Odette had been separated from her mother and sister; an exorcist chased her through the streets into the Vees' district and finally cornered her, as Odette screamed for her mother, her sister, or Velvette, hoping someone could hear her cries for help

She screamed in excruciating pain, and the exorcist laughed mockingly as the angelic spear pierced her shoulder, and Odette fell to the ground, left bleeding

The spear was still in her shoulder, and she laid unconscious in a puddle of her own blood when Velvette found Odette in the dark alley behind the Vees' tower

"Odette?" Velvette whispered with a voice choked by tears, her name trembling on her tongue. Gently, her hand brushed a sweaty strand from her pale face. "Please…" she begged.

"V-Velvette?" Odette's eyelids fluttered, and she looked at her girlfriend with a blurred vision.

"Y-Yes…" Velvette sobbed. "Don't worry, I'm here for you," she promised. "I will get help, I promise. You just have to do me the favor and stay awake, okay?"

"I'm sorry…" Odette groaned, her eyes rolled back into her skull, and her head fell unconscious on Velvette's shoulder, who had picked her up bridal style. Her blood ruined Velvette's favorite vest, but Velvette couldn't care less. She ran off with Odette in her arms.

Velvette brought Odette to the nearest hospital

Velvette waited patiently in the waiting room when Carmilla, accompanied by Clara, rushed in; Carmilla was so worried about her daughter that she initially didn't notice Velvette, instead, she wanted to know from an overwhelmed nurse what was with Odette

"She will survive…"

Velvette cleared her throat, not fond to interrupt a heated Carmilla

"What are you doing here?" Carmilla asked, her words spitting venom and her eyes narrowed into thin slits as she looked down on Velvette. "You should leave."

"No... I will stay with Odette…" Velvette crossed her arms in front of her chest and faced Carmilla full of confidence, not moving from her chair in the waiting room.

Time passed, and Carmilla and Velvette waited together in silence, while Clara had her head resting on her mother's lap and succumbed to sleep

It became night outside the windows

Velvette was terribly tired, she rubbed her eyes and suppressed a yawn, desperately fighting the urge to let her eyes rest and just let sleep take her, she was infinitely exhausted, but her concern for Odette was bigger, she groaned and let her skull bang against the wall behind her, hoping the pain would keep her awake

"You should sleep…" Carmilla whispered softly, while her hand gently combed through her daughter's hair, and her gaze lovingly rested on Clara. "I'll wake you up as soon as there are any news about Odette, I promise..."

But Velvette declined the offer, instead, she stood up and began pacing back and forth in the waiting room, the movement kept her awake

Carmilla sighed frustratedly at Velvette's stubbornness

"I'm sorry," Carmilla suddenly said.

"What?" Surprised, Velvette stopped and looked at her.

"I'm sorry…" Carmilla repeated her words. "I think I misjudged your intentions with Odette. I accused you of not being good enough for my daughter, out of fear that you were just taking advantage of her... I made a mistake and I want to sincerely apologize to you. My daughter is truly very happy with you, and I was too blind to see it. I'm sorry, Velvette…”

Once again speechless, Velvette stood in front of Carmilla Carmine, desperately trying to process her apology. “I… Uh…” she stuttered, dumbfounded. Velvette cleared her throat, regaining her composure. “Thank you,” she responded to Carmilla’s apology. “It's a mystery to me, but somehow, I've fallen in love with her... I'm not playing games with your daughter, I truly love Odette.” The fucking flush rising to Velvette’s cheeks was unstoppable, she cursed herself.

“I know…” Carmilla offered Velvette an encouraging smile.

Carmilla and Velvette reconciled

Odette woke up a few hours later, and they were finally allowed to enter her hospital room

Carmilla and Clara immediately enveloped Odette in a suffocating hug, while Velvette waited respectfully in the doorway, until finally Clara had to pry her sister from their mother’s arms and lead a tearful Carmilla out of the room, so the couple could be alone.

“Hey…” With discomfort in every cell of her body, Velvette stood in front of Odette’s bed.

“Hey,” Odette replied, avoiding Velvette’s gaze. “It looks like you made up with my mother?”

“Yes…” Velvette nodded, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. Could she still call Odette her girlfriend?

“I want to apologize to you.” Odette took Velvette’s hands in hers, intertwining their fingers and looking very serious at Velvette. “At the Overlord meeting, I should have been on your side; you’re my girlfriend, and I should have stood up against my mother to defend you. I shouldn’t have just sat there, so stupid and silent. I’m really sorry, can you forgive me?”

“Forgive and forget,” Velvette said quickly. Before the tears in her eyes could escape, she threw her arms around her girlfriend and buried her face in Odette’s shoulder.

Relieved, Odette pulled Velvette closer into her arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Personal DnDads Pride Headcanons

some of these are simple but most are paragraphs long because of who I am as a person (incapable of saying things concisely), so they're going under a readmore. vaguely organized by age group.

one quick note: feel free to cheer on or rag on any of these that you please, variety in opinion is the spice of fandom life! everyone's headcanons are so real and valid to me, i am a strong believer in having as many contradicting fandom opinions as you want. for this list, i just went with everything that is "default" to my fan content. others' transfem sparrow is shaking hands with my gnc sparrow and yes, i'm listing that one on purpose, because if you make fun of transfem sparrow, you are getting hit by my bat. be fucking nice.

please enjoy!

Season 1 Dads and Spouses

Carol is a lesbian. This is simply canon to me. It’s important that this is first and visible to everyone.

Bi/pan polyamorous Henry and Mercedes is also simply canon to me. Honestly that one might be fully canon based on some of the things that happen in Odyssey

Henry is unlabeled but in the sense that he calls himself ‘queer’, ‘bisexual’, ‘gay’, or ‘pansexual’, fully depending on his mood and the conversation happening

Ron is also unlabeled but in the sense that he has never thought about it in his life and isn’t intending to now

Glenn is bisexual but never talks about it unless someone else mentions it first, and he tries really really hard to never think about his gender once in his life. The queer angst I give Glenn could be a whole post of its own but just know he has issues. He does fuck men though

Darryl still isn’t really sure on his sexuality and probably never will be, but he’s actually explored it a bit, so that’s better than whatever the fuck was going on with him before the show started. Henry likes giving him subtle bear pride flag accessories because Darryl actually wears them a lot. His favorite color is brown, after all.

Jodie, Nicky, and Taylor all are bisexual with a preference for women. Sexuality isn’t genetic but it is for them specifically.

Morgan is also bisexual. Literally none of the season 1 parents are straight except maybe Samantha and even with her, my opinion fully matters on the day and how I’m feeling.

Henry and Lark have definitely had an exchange at some point where Lark asked him how it was to ‘experience twink death’, to which Henry just went ‘get back to me in a few years on that, kid.’ and Lark spent the rest of the week furiously moping because clearly, he’s a twunk, Father- (words of a man who did not take care of himself well enough from the ages of 18-25 to ever be a twunk)

This is my little shipper brain but Jodie only realized he liked men after being stuffed into the Odyssey and being around Ron 24/7 for months on end (and the demon stuff, but he didn’t know that yet for obvious reasons). In his timeline, he had a whole arc about it and now he’s persistently attracted to strange men who don’t make sense as well as women light-years out of his league. He’s still a little miffed that Henry doesn’t remember the very long conversations they had about it, but him and Nicky get to wear matching bi pride bracelets now, so he guesses it’s fine.

Kiddads and Spouses

Lark is bisexual. He has known this since kindergarten when his parents explained what the flag all over their house was and has never thought about it since.

Lark also helped Rebecca realize she was bisexual because she would ask him about it in a class they shared in high school

This is utterly unrelated to LGBT headcanons but I think Veronica and Rebecca grew up in San Dimas with the kiddads, and were friends with them in high school. It just makes sense to me

Unlabeled Terry Junior is something that can be so personal to me. In a general sense, he likes everyone romantically, and identifies enough with the asexual spectrum to wear an ace ring, but he doesn’t really see the point in putting a name on it. He’s just Terry Junior and he’s happy with that.

Him, Lark, and Nicky did have a group chat called ‘bisexuals with an agenda’ in high school though, where they would make plans for pranking or otherwise harassing their fathers during group outings. Terry loves Ron but that does not mean he is above ruining his day. It’s done with affection.

My thoughts on Sparrow could be a full fanfiction but gonna try to keep it simple (retroactive edit: did not keep it simple). Sparrow is the token cishet of the kiddads, but in the queerest way possible. He’s an Oak-Garcia, of course he’s explored himself very thoroughly. At current, he identifies as gender non-confirming cis man, but he has had periods of his life where he transitioned and then detransitioned. In early high school, he identified as non-binary. From senior year up until just before Hero was born, he lived as a trans lesbian. He doesn’t see these periods as phases, just as his identity changing over time. Currently he’s perfectly happy identifying as a man, but wouldn’t be wholly shocked if he transitioned again. Calls himself “cis but gender is obviously, massively, a social construct and so it feels unfair to expect myself to fit into these boxes when identity can be so fluid and-”

Rebecca still calls him her wife, and also a granola lesbian or MILF from time to time because it makes him laugh, and while Nicky was still in his life, he would send Sparrow trans memes a lot. Sparrow also has always liked being seen as non-binary, he sees it as ‘winning at being androgynous’. Competitive to the sense of nonsensical Sparrow my beloved

Sparrow always wears women’s clothing but that’s for autistic reasons. They just fit nicer for his brain. It helps the gender(tm) thing though, he near exclusively wore hand-me-downs from Mercedes throughout all of high school

Sorry for talking so much about Sparrow. He’s my favorite character so he is the focus of many of my thoughts. Anyways

Never been a huge fan of the ‘Grant was outed by his crush in the Forgotten Realms’ headcanon, I think Grant came out about a year beforehand. Long enough where everything about it has settled but it’s still new enough that Darryl forgot for a split second and thought Grant might have a crush on Killa during the Four Knight arc. He’d known he liked boys a while before that, and also his parents kind of figured he was gay most of his life since he had 95% girl friends

Marco is pansexual! He met Grant in college because he worked the front desk of their dorm building and would always wear a bunch of pride pins

Nicky was Grant’s first good friend who was a boy, I like to think that they were childhood friends. Grant announced this to his dad at the age of 10 by going “Nick Close is transgender now, so that means you don’t have to worry about me only talking to girls because he’s a boy.” and Darryl went “…Alright?” and then googled what ‘transgender’ means

Speaking of, Nicky realized he was trans because of Mulan. Both Glenn and Jodie, in their respective timelines, googled ‘How do I know if my daughter is a lesbian’ before he came out because Nicky would rewatch the reflection song so often and also the tomboy-isms. Everyone felt very stupid for being surprised when he cut all of his hair off, cried, and asked to change his name

T4T Nicky and Cassandra is canon and they rubbed it into everyone's faces when they were together, Anthony is just afraid of the truth

Cassandra is trans het. I love trans het people more than anything and I love her so this makes sense to me.

Veronica is non-binary, in the sense of “girl but to the left”. They/she pronouns, calls themself a girlie and a mom but not a woman, dresses in a kickass pantsuit at formal events. I’m also in love with her

Season 2 Teens and Friends

Hero and Normal are both trans. When Hero came out, Sparrow sat Normal down to explain why Hero was now a sister instead of a brother and Normal responded with “Well, that’s not fair. How come Hero can be a girl but I can’t be a boy?!” and Sparrow just stared at him for a really long time before going “You can be a boy, honey.” and they went thrift shopping as a family for new clothes the next day

Normal is stealth trans, mostly because Hero is the same way and he copies her, but also because it doesn’t really occur to him that he passes. He just figures that people knows even though he is on testosterone and binds and presents masculine. It helps that his family presents pretty gender-neutral as a whole, so most people assume he had long hair as a kid because his parents are hippies. They had a son and daughter, both with long hair. They now have a daughter and a son, both with short hair. To the general populace, nothing has changed, they just misremembered which kid was older.

Taylor is a demi-boy and spends every year growing more and more feminine. Definitely calls their gender something like ‘boy with a dash of girl on the side’ with their friends. Growing out his hair was a newer thing and he regrets cutting it, even if it was a super cool sequence and he looked like an anime protagonist, because he liked how it framed his face.

Cassandra has always maintained an openness about her trans identity, so Taylor’s the same way. He’s always got the he/they pronoun pin on (I figure this is normalized by the time of season 2, but he’s just very pleased about it), he has a variety of trans and non-binary pride pins that he cycles through, and they like painting their nails because it’s an easy way for them to feel a little more feminine.

Cassandra’s living room is decorated with a massive trans pride flag and LED lights. The first time the teens walk into Taylor’s home, Scary says “it looks like a Twitch stream in here” at the same time that Normal says “it looks like my sister’s room in here” and they high-five while Taylor yells at them to be nice.

Hermie is genderfluid and uses any pronouns. This is real to me. He has my own teenage trait of gender shifting every three hours and never knowing what to do about it and he will be suffering with this until he exits puberty, at which point he gives up and just sees what gender other people choose for him.

Hermie is also pan/ace! No further thoughts here. She just is.

Erica just goes by queer because she doesn’t think the common passerby deserves to know her rich inner life and she’s right, they don’t

I tend to say a lot that all of the S2 kids are bisexual, and I represent them as such, but I truly believe that Lincoln and Normal both have no idea what’s going on with their sexualities. They say they’re bisexual for bisexual teen squad reasons but Normal is going through a constant crisis of “Am I gay or bisexual?” and Lincoln looks up the definition of aro/ace on a weekly basis. Neither of them will ever express this until Scary goes “maybe I’m not bisexual, actually.”

On that note, Scary is a lesbian but she’s not going to realize that until college. For now, she’s rocking with the bisexuality and pretends it’s not weird that her ‘crushes’ on boys feel wildly different than her crushes on girls. Yes I am projecting. This is not a secret. We project onto Scary here.

[climbthemountain2020]

Flame of Autumn - Chapter 10

Part 11/25 | Ao3

[here comes the smut, chapter rating E]

Tilly

As Eris and Tilly winnowed back to the Forest House, the distant sound of swords clashing greeted them. Eris waved a hand over Tilly and himself, and their drenched clothes and hair dried immediately as they approached. 

“Well, that’ll certainly come in handy after baths.” She quipped. Eris just laughed, placing a final kiss to her hand as they made their way past the training rings. She elbowed him gently in the side. “No wonder your curls are always so perfectly placed.” 

Around the corner, they could see Killian and Cormac fighting in the ring. Their swords met repeatedly, no one able to get the upper hand. The males dripped sweat, their hair plastered to their foreheads and their shirts off. Tilly thought perhaps she might need to be around the next time Eris trained if this was the view she’d be granted. Bray was sitting on the side of the ring drinking water with Callum, clearly having just gone a round. Eris had intended to pass them and return to the house without speaking after the morning they’d had, but a voice called out as they passed. 

“Wait!” Tilly turned in time to see Killian jogging over to them, the others watching, rising up to follow suit.  Eris and Tilly stopped to greet them, and though Eris had told her of the pact between brothers, she’d never really spoken to them. Killian reached them first, panting and shoving his hair from his scarred face. 

“We wanted to thank you. Thank you for what you did for our mother. She deserves that.” He reached up and scratched the back of his neck, casting his eyes down as the others circled around them. 

Tilly looked to Eris, and she saw his eyes slightly widened in surprise. She could see on all the brothers’ faces how much the treatment of their mother impacted them. She’d do it all again, if only she knew she could keep Eris from getting hurt.

“There is no need to thank me. It was what we all wanted to do. Her safety is the most important thing.” She nodded resolutely, looking one by one to them all, and a sense of understanding seemed to pass through the group. She’d known from talking with Eris how important Cormac was to the brothers, how long he’d been a part of their daily lives, and she saw the relief in his eyes, too. This simple exchange had let them all know whose side Tilly was on, and the tides had shifted. 

“I want to train.” Tilly spoke suddenly, and everyone’s eyes shot to her almost comically, especially Eris, who stared at her with a mix of pride and confusion. “Surely, there is some benefit in having me trained in a bit of self defense if I’m going to be yelling at volatile High Lords?” They looked at her like she’d grown a second head, but Bray spoke up.

“You could train with us and Eris, whenever father is gone. The rings by the east field aren’t used often enough that anyone would see, as long as we’re careful. And one of us can glamour the ring while the others train.” Callum nodded, and Cormac followed suit.   

Tilly looked to Eris, the opinion that mattered the most to her, and saw the pride shimmering in his expression. “I would be honored to show you how to kick my ass, Til.” The smile on her face spread from ear to ear, and he echoed it back to her. As the brothers started back for the ring, Killian clapped her on the shoulder heartily, and the gesture brought a new kind of warmth to her chest as he said “Welcome to the family, little sister.”

Eris

Eris was exhausted from the past few days, but having the freedom from Beron was always as exhilarating as it was short lived. The day after they’d struck the deal with his brothers, Tilly was up at dawn–pulling on pants and a tunic that sent Eris’ mind into a complete spiral–to go train in the east fields. He requested breakfast and watched her with an unwavering gaze as she ate, his eyes refusing to look anywhere but her lips until she looked up at him and smiled. 

That kiss in the woods and her declaration had sent his world spinning on its axis, completely changing everything. 

She cared. 

It was more than he had dared to hope, and it filled every piece of his shattered, lonely heart with blinding light. And that kiss, gods, that kiss. He’d been replaying that kiss in his mind every second since it happened. Her lips had been just as soft as he’d imagined, even with as urgently as they had pushed against his. Her legs around his hips sent fire coursing through his veins, and the ghost of her hands in his hair nearly sent him to his knees. But they’d both been so exhausted when they’d gotten back to the Forest House that they’d collapsed onto the bed, holding hands, and slept the entire evening and night through. 

This morning, he’d snuck a quick kiss to her cheek before they departed their rooms and was delighted to find her still blushing at the contact. He was looking forward to seeing all the other ways he might make her blush. 

In the training rings, Eris was struck with such stark relief to see how easily she fit with his brothers. The toll it took for them to all pretend to hate each other was immense, and seeing them so at ease in this shielded safe space with the female he was falling in love with settled something within him. Bray had started to teach her the basic skills with Cormac’s assistance–Killian and Callum’s sheer size was still a bit of a factor of intimidation for her. Her technique showed that her father had likely instructed her in the past, but also showed she’d likely never had anyone to practice with. Not surprising information, considering how Autumn expected its females to be compliant and soft. But her blocks showed she at least knew the maneuvers; it would simply be a matter of training her in strength and speed. 

Watching her spar with Cormac a bit later had lit a fire in him. In this ring, he could see her for what she truly was–someone sharp and quick and dangerous–especially now that he knew more of her magic. Eris suspected there was more to it than just the healing–he was almost certain she had the fire powers of Autumn, especially considering he’d seen sparks on her fingertips before. But he knew Tilly would tell him when she was ready, and he respected that. Tilly was used to a life of being underestimated, and it presented her greatest advantage. 

Two hours later, sweating and laughing, they decided to part ways for the day. Before he left, he sent his brothers a friendly and threatening reminder that no one was to know about this, and they all agreed with solemn nods. As he began to walk towards Tilly who was collecting their water by the outskirts of the ring, Callum called behind him, “We like her, Eris. She’s good for you.” Eris glared halfheartedly, but Callum’s comment and subsequent laughter had meant the world to him. 

He offered to take Tilly to shoot after, and she readily accepted, taking absolutely any chance she could to get the bow back in her hands. After watching her shoot for a bit while Eris sat back, struck with the awe that always overtook him when he watched Tilly do anything, they went for a walk through the woods. Eris decided to be bold and take her hand this time, the light blush that crept over her arched ears telling him it had been the right call. 

“Tell me about your mother,” he said quietly as they walked through the perpetually changing leaves hand in hand. 

“Truly and unfortunately, I don’t remember much about her now. She died when I was nine, and all my memories of her are hazy now. She had brown hair and blue eyes, and she always smelled like flowers and the soil from her garden. I remember when I had bad dreams, she would come into my bed and hold me, even when I got older, and she would rock me until I drifted back off. She loved to sing, so most of the memories I do have of her are of her singing to me or my father. And how much they loved each other.” She swiped at her eyes, sighing.

“I’ve never seen two people more in love, even after centuries they looked at each other like they’d each hung the moon. They’d been friends their whole lives, but father went off for schooling, and the mating bond snapped when they reunited as adults.” Her voice croaked. “Losing her just took the wind right out of my father. He was wonderful, even after she was gone, but he was never the same. There was an emptiness in his eyes that never quite went away. He really, really loved her.” Eris nodded, squeezing her hand to encourage her to keep going. 

“She had powers, too. She had begun trying to train me before she died. She was so gifted–healing, and fire, and so much more. But her true gift was the gift of Sight, which did not pass to me, thank the gods. I don’t know how I would have coped with that sort of burden, but she always did so elegantly.” 

“She was a Seer?” Eris gaped. The middle Archeron was a Seer, too, but he knew how absolutely rare they were. 

“Yes. She always loved to say that she’d seen my father and I coming, and she’d been preparing her whole life for us. Sometimes I wonder if she saw her death coming, too, and that’s why she tried to teach me how to manage my powers so young.” Tilly’s words drifted off and her throat bobbed. Eris knew she was holding back her tears, and he steered them to a nearby grove of oaks, their trunks as large as a horse. He laid his overcoat out on the ground, sat and leaned back on the trunk, and gestured for her to come tuck herself into his side. When she sat, he tugged her close, letting his warmth extend to her and inhaling her deeply into his lungs. 

“What happened to her?” Eris could practically feel the flare of heat from Tilly. 

“The town knew she was gifted, but they didn’t see it that way. They called her a witch, but never to her face since she was married to a noble lord. One day, when she went into town for some seeds for the spring, she didn’t make it home. Father and I waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, at dusk, he decided something was wrong.” She wiped angrily at the tears that rolled down her face. “He found her on the road. She’d already been gone a long time. The healers said that she’d fallen from her horse and cracked her head on a rock, but we knew. We knew what had truly happened.” He could feel the wrath coming off of her in waves. 

“This is why you hid your magic, isn’t it?” She took a steadying breath before responding. 

“My father told me it was my choice–for him, it was always my choice for what I wanted. But we saw the consequences of having powers that people didn’t understand. I wasn’t a Seer, but I was a female, and he knew that my powers with our name would only be seen as breeding potential. He trained me and my powers as well as he could in private, and we never told a soul. He kept me safe, and told me as long as he was living, I would never have to marry or reveal anything about myself I didn’t want to, and we lived like that for a long time. But he was the first to go when Hybern’s armies invaded. He loved his court so much, and he said it was an honor to fight.” She dropped her chin to her chest, her voice quieting to a whisper. “I should have gone. I could have disguised myself–kept him safe. Now he’s gone. I loved him so much…”

Eris pulled her closer, rubbing light circles on her arm and kissing the crown of her head. “So many died on the fields that day, Tilly, but none fought as valiantly as your father. I remember him there that day. He took down entire swaths of Hybern soldiers and great beasts. He was phenomenal; he fought as though he had something to fight for–to die for. I can see now he did.” He could feel her shaking against him as she cried. “It would not be difficult at all to understand how someone could love you so,” he whispered quietly into her hair.  

“I am so sorry I didn’t tell you about my power sooner. I had to keep myself safe until I knew I could trust you.” She lifted her watery eyes to look at him. 

“And you trust me now?” He had a smirk on his face, but his voice was filled with a quiet sincerity, a need for an answer. 

“I do,” she whispered. “I did not expect to feel the way I do about you.” She reached up and skimmed her fingers along his jaw. His voice was low as he asked the question he needed her to answer.

“And how is that, Tilly?” He barely dared to hope. 

“I am falling in love with you, Eris.” Then, without hesitation, she extended her palm in front of them, allowing the flames to consume her. They began at her fingers, then danced up her arms, sparking as they covered her to her shoulders. In response, Eris held his own hand out and entwined their fingers, letting his own fire burn and dance with hers. It felt warm, but neither of them were burned by the other. 

“You are incredible,” he whispered. “And I would tell you that I am falling in love with you, but it would be a lie.” Her brows furrowed as her eyes shot to his. “My heart has been yours since the moment you walked down the aisle. I am irrevocably, impossibly in love with you, Tilly, heart and soul.” She laughed, extinguishing her fire and pressing her lips to his. Once, twice. He was entirely hers for as long as she’d have him, and gods, he hoped it was forever. 

She wiped her eyes again, laying her head on his chest and playing with his fingers intertwined with hers. Quietly, Tilly began to sing.  

Through the groves of apple trees

A maiden fell upon her knees

To beg the Mother in the skies above 

To send her visions of her true love–

Eris’ stomach leapt into his throat and, had he not been sitting, he would have stumbled. He gasped for air, and Tilly’s head shot up, looking at him in concern as he sputtered. 

“It’s–it’s you! You’re the girl.” He could barely get the words out as Tilly pushed up. 

“Eris?” 

“You can open portals, can’t you? Portals of fire.” Her eyes became massive as she took him in. He could see the realization dawn on her.  

“You’re the boy from the woods. You saw me that day at the graveyard.” He nodded furiously, cupping her jaw in his hands. 

“I have dreamed about you for centuries, Tilly. Centuries–I think I have loved you all of my life.”

Tilly

Very few things had rendered Tilly entirely speechless in her life, but her mind was rendered suddenly unable to find a single word to string to a thought. She remembered him–the young boy from the woods. She’d been playing, dropping through portals in a place where she thought she’d be safe. She’d only been maybe ten years old at the time–her mother hadn’t been gone very long. She’d fallen through a portal, and the next thing she knew, she’d been looking into the wide, beautiful eyes of a boy with bright red hair. She’d panicked, forming a portal immediately to escape, but as soon as she had, she’d smelled the sharp tang of blood in the air. He’d been injured, and she’d left him there. She thought about him for weeks after, and she’d dreamed of him intermittently for years after. 

Eris. It had been Eris. 

Had her mother known? Had she Seen it before she’d passed? Her mother had been the one to show her that graveyard–had been the one to tell her that no one came to this part of the woods anymore so it was safe to play. She’d been the one who had taught Tilly that song, singing it every chance she got, and encouraging Tilly to sing it back so it stuck in her mind forever. It had been her favorite, always reminding her of her mother’s soft voice since she sang it so often. 

‘I'll send you, girl, a male so fair

With speckled skin and fire kissed hair. 

But so deep a sadness lies within

Underneath his scarred skin’ 

Eris. It had been Eris all along. 

The emotions threatened to strangle her on the spot. But he was here, those wide amber eyes of the boy from her dreams were here in front of her now, telling her he loved her. Beyond all reason, beyond all belief, they’d found each other five centuries later. Their paths had crossed against all odds. 

“Take me home, Eris. Take me to our bed.” She’d barely finished the sentence before they were winnowing, landing on the ground right outside the wards and stumbling. He took her hand and tugged her towards the house, both of them suddenly sprinting and laughing. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so light, and the joy bubbled over within her.  

They ran down the hallways of the Forest House like children, skidding around corners and giggling, the whole time never releasing the other’s hand. Eris took down the wards faster than he ever had before, all but tossed Tilly in, and threw them back up in the same breath. Before he could even finish locking the doors, she was on him, lips running over his jaw as he gasped for breath. 

He smelled so good, she was wild with the fervor of it. She pressed open-mouthed kisses to his neck, reveling in the small noises he tried and failed to hold back, especially as she pressed a kiss just beneath his ear. His hands immediately tangled in her hair, pulling her to him and angling her head up to kiss her hungrily, his tongue exploring her mouth. In a heartbeat, he’d whirled them around, pressing her back to the door and hiking her leg up over his hip so he could press into her. She could feel his hard length pressing into her and she arched into the sensation, moaning into his mouth. Her hands found his waistband, pulling his shirt from it hastily and pressing her hands to his warm sides. He bucked forward with the movement, then reached down and graped her behind her thigh, lifting her other leg to wrap them both around him. 

She giggled as her hands ran back into his curls, their mouths never leaving each other as he carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her down on their bed. He pulled back from her, pulling apart the laces of the tunic she’d put on this morning and exposing the freckles of her chest. He pulled the hem up, up, up, exposing her stomach, then ribs, then breast band to the cold air of the room. She raised herself up to pull the rest over her head and undo the band, and before either could hit the floor, Eris’ mouth was back on her. He kissed across her collarbones, the shiver going through her body and making her arch upwards into his sinfully smiling mouth. He kissed his way down to her nipple, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it while she keened into the air, tossing her head back into the mattress. He moved to the other side, cupping his hand around the first and kneading it. 

The second he released her, she reached to the bottom of his shirt, tugging it upwards and smiling at him when his eyes caught hers. He rose to take it the rest of the way off, and she took a moment to admire his bare chest. She planned to kiss every single freckle on his body tonight, but for now she would start with his hips. She sat on the edge of the bed as he stood, pressing soft kisses across his abdomen and lower, his eyelids fluttering and his head tipping back. She let her hands travel to the laces of his pants, but he suddenly jerked back, grabbing her hands in his. 

“Wait!” 

She froze. “I’m so sorry, Eris! I thought you wanted–”

“No, I do. I do. I just–I don’t want you to be…It’s…There’s something you need to know about.” He looked mortified, but also devastated. She rubbed her thumbs over his hands. 

“It’s okay, show me.” Eris let his hands undo his laces, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and tugging them down. Tilly couldn’t stop the gasp that left her lips, the tears already forming as she lifted a hand to cover her mouth. 

“Eris…” He looked away, as though he couldn’t stand the sight. There, on his thighs, carved so only someone intimate with him would ever see them, the words had been branded onto his skin. Old scars, but kept from healing so that they would last forever. 

No weakness. No consequences.

“I’ll kill him, Eris. I mean it. I will watch the life leave his eyes.” She was filled with a wrath that rivaled the gods of old. She stood, wrapping her arms around Eris’ waist, pulling him to her and resting her head on his chest. “He’ll suffer for what he’s done to you, I swear it.” 

“It’s horrible to look at. I should have told you before…before we…I understand if you don’t…” She understood now–he thought that she wouldn’t want to be with him. She looked at him, bewildered. 

“Eris, nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing save you telling me to leave, is going to keep me a second longer from bedding you.” He laughed wetly, the tears still shining in his eyes. “These words are nothing to me. They mean nothing to me. You mean everything to me. This.” She grabbed his hands and pressed them between their chests, over their hearts. “Us.” 

“Are you certain, Til?” The nickname made butterflies explode within her stomach, just like every time he said it, a grin cracking across her face. 

“Surer than I’ve ever been, Eris. Now finish taking off your pants and bed your eager wife.” He laughed, pushed his pants the rest of the way down, leaving him only in undershorts. He gently pressed her back to the bed, where she laid back, attempting to unlace her own pants before he playfully batted her hand away 

“Mine.” He said teasingly as he undid the laces himself, rolling the waistband down and tugging the pants and underwear from her. She could feel how wet she was the moment the air hit her, but she couldn’t even fathom enough of a thought to be embarrassed. All she could see, hear, think was Eris. Eris, now kneeling between her legs, her body bare before his hungry eyes. She was coming undone and he hadn’t even touched her, the need writhing in her veins like a wild animal trying to break loose. She could feel his breath upon her as he turned to place a kiss on her inner thigh, then a gentle pause before he kissed the other. She felt like she would implode with the anticipation of it. 

“Eris, please,” she whined, the sound turning half-strangled in her throat as his mouth finally met her and she saw stars behind her eyes. He wasted no time in tasting her, his tongue laving upon her in broad strokes, circling her clit then dipping back to her entrance. She could barely breathe, she was so lost in the sensation. He groaned against her and it sent her reeling, his hands gripping her thighs bruisingly was the only thing keeping her tethered. 

“Please, gods. Oh gods, don’t stop.” She could feel his smile against her, though he doubled his efforts, sucking her into his mouth and drawing tight circles with his tongue until she cried out. She was uncontrolled, nails ripping at the sheets as she arched and screamed his name, her orgasm sending near-blinding streaks of light through her closed eyes. She was still panting as he brought her down with light licks, coaxing her gently through the last waves of pleasure. 

He crawled upon the bed between her legs, kissing his way up her body until he reached right beneath her ear, nipping her earlobe and whispering “I could die a happy man between your thighs.” She laughed, but laced her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth to hers, tasting herself on his tongue. 

She raised up on her elbows, kissing along his jawline. “Lay down,” she whispered in his ear, and he did as she said. She placed soft, open-mouthed kisses desperately down his neck and chest, reaching fingers into his waistband of his undershorts and tugging them down his legs. She pulled them down over his erection, his length bobbing back against his stomach with the motion, and though she’d felt it through his trousers before, she hadn’t been prepared for the size of him. Immediately, he was smiling smugly at her, his expression filled with pure male pride. 

“Oh, hush.” She laughed at him as she tugged his undershorts the rest of the way off, tossing them off the bed, leaving him fully naked before her. She kissed him then, his stomach, his hips, then the scars on each of his thighs. Looking up at him, she saw the arousal in his eyes mixing with the emotional vulnerability as she pressed her lips gently to each scar. Before he could open his mouth to speak, she’d moved on, licking a long stripe up the underside of him. 

“Cauldron, Til.” He breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut and his head tipping back against the headboard. She licked the beaded cum off the tip of him, swirling him into her mouth and taking him deeper and she listened to his breathy moans. The taste of him was intoxicating, and she could think about nothing except him–touch him, claim him, mine. She pulled him in more deeply, rolling her tongue beneath him as he writhed with pleasure and she felt the ache building between her own legs again. 

Suddenly, his hand was at her jaw and pulling her up. “As much as I love this, I would hate to end our fun prematurely, and that’s exactly where this is headed if you keep going like that, love.” The smirk on his face and the blissed out look in his eyes had her falling in love with him all over again. 

She climbed up his body, settling herself over his cock as she leaned in to kiss him again, their tongues twisting together and their hands finding their places on the bodies of the other. She reached down blindly to hold him in hand, his resounding groan filling the space between them. She notched him at her entrance, shuffling to align their hips as she began to lower herself onto him, his fingers gripping her hips as she leaned forward to let her forehead rest against his. 

“I love you, husband.” She whispered as she slid down the length of him, the stretch new but not uncomfortable. 

“I love you, wife.” He responded on a breath cast roughly from his lungs. “Fuck, you feel incredible.” She began to move, grinding her hips down onto him as he squeezed his eyes closed, his brow furrowing. She let his hands guide her, allowing him to meet each of her thrusts with his own, one of his hands wandering back between her legs to touch her again. 

“Eris.” The world began and ended with his name in her mouth, with him inside her this way. She could feel her release building as his thumb drew tight circles against her, each roll of her hips bringing her closer. His thrusts grew frantic as he drove up into her, his voice breathless as he drew his mouth back to her neck to drag his teeth across her pulse. 

“Tilly, gods, please.” And that undone shout of her name like a prayer sent her careening over the edge, her climax ripping through her like an earthquake, undoing every single thing she was and rebuilding her around him. She distantly felt his grip on her intensify as he slammed her down on him a final time, the warmth inside her spreading and lulling her back down from her high as his breath fanned across her neck. 

Their chests met between them, slick with sweat and heaving with deep, panting breaths. She rested her head on his shoulder, letting the tension in her body uncoil as he moved his hands to lay gentle strokes along her back, their breath evening out together. 

She knew without a doubt, laying here chest to chest with him, that she’d never trusted another person the way she trusted Eris. This love had taken her entirely by surprise, but as they clung to each other, silent in these moments of bliss, she knew that nothing would ever drive her away from him. 

He was hers, and she was his, until the end of her days.

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[inquisitor13]

You know that one scene in game where valrius spills his drink on MC on purpose? How do you think the other courtiers and Nadia would react if MC got up without saying a word and proceeded to pour their own drink right on valirius head and leaned in real close and said “oops”? I saw a scene like this in a show and thought it was the most badass thing ever xx

(Sorry for the misspelling, I’m god awful with their names)

Oh, yes, I saw that scene. :)

Well, it's going to be fun!

Countess Nadia

As a well-bred ruler of the state, she is extremely amazed. Even more: she's in shock. Moreover, it is unclear why exactly she is more in shock – from Valerius' antics or because of the way the MC answered him.

The surprised Countess runs up to MC and Valerius, wondering what happened, who first started this whole nightmare and for what purpose it was set up. Of course, the question is: "who started it first?" rhetorical. She squints irritably at the blushing Valerius, who clearly did not expect that this act would be noticed.

Nadia reprimands the culprit first: "Consul, I did not expect this from you, your behavior is unacceptable and from this day on I forbid you to appear in rooms where others gather with a glass of wine" – even such a harmless remark can hurt Valerius' self-confidence.

After talking to the adviser, she slowly turns to the MC and already addresses them, with the same stern expression on her face. Yes, the Countess is strict, but very fair and wants everyone to get what they deserve. "MC, I understand that you are angry at Valerius because of this terrible act, but try not to do it again. This is not worthy of any reaction. Now let me deal with your stain on your clothes."

As a result, Valerius, hurt by pride, goes to wash his hair and grumbles, and Nadia leaves MC next to her to discuss what happened. She intends to have this conversation with both MC and Valerius when he gets himself in order.

"MC, I am very ashamed of my adviser, I apologize for his antics. I'll talk to him and try to make sure he doesn't try to embarrass you anymore."

Nadia will definitely make Valerius apologize to MC. And the MC will also be obliged to apologize for what he did: she doesn't want people around her to conflict or hate each other.

Quaestor Valdemar

They are not doing anything to stop what is happening. Seriously, they absolutely don't care about this brawl, they just act as a silent observer who came to watch an unfunny cheap performance.

Not a single emotion flashes on their face, but their eyes are closely watching both MC and Valerius. But at the same time Valdemar is not on anyone's side.

When the MC takes and pours wine on Valerius' head, the reaction still appears: they laugh softly, hissing into their fists, squinting their eyes. It's almost impossible to see or hear.

Since their face is hidden by a medical mask, it is difficult to determine: is Valdemar funny or are they just snorting contemptuously? Oh, no, it's really something like a laugh. They haven't had this much fun in a long time.

At the end of this meeting, they will not say anything to MC or Valerius, but they will remember this case for a long time.

Valdemar could not resist and nevertheless inserted their remark: "Valerius, you should not have taken this fatal step. Your pride is wounded," and then spreads into a wide toothy smile that can be seen even through the mask.

In their opinion, this is a good way to put the arrogant Valerius in his place, so they have nothing against it.

Pontifex Vulgora

Get ready. Their laughter will shake the whole room, and Valerius' rage will become uncontrollable, because "no one dares to laugh at the supreme consul!". But Vulgora clearly doesn't care.

"FUCK, VALERIUS, NOW YOUR HEAD LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE ALREADY HAD YOUR SKULL CRUSHED!"

They catch judgmental glances at themselves, but they don't care at all. They laugh uncontrollably, flavoring their laughter with prickly and witty comments. Finally, this reception has become less boring.

Vulgora does not care about the condemnatory views and comments of everyone present. In a fit of emotion, they can hit something in a hurry and it will definitely suffer.

For example, it can be a vase. And it will be noisy until the Pontifex releases them and they come to their senses, or until the Countess calms them down.

But even after that, they will remember this situation for a long time and make rude jokes on this topic.

Vulgora are even proud that they did not miss this reception and saw the spectacle while being at the forefront.

Preator Vlastomil

Looks at the spectacle with a bit of surprise. Not that what was happening was important to him, because all this time he was busy looking at the worms that he carried in the folds of his clothes and woke up only when he heard Valerius's indignant scream.

"What's going on here?! You are scaring my children!" – he is outraged, for the most part, not by what the MC did, but by the fact that because of Valerius, who began to resent loudly, his worms hid back in the folds of his clothes and now refuse to come out again.

When he sees Valerius doused with wine, he is not thrilled. Now there is a smell of this drink around, because of which his worms will definitely not crawl out now.

However, he is still watching this scene. After all, what else does Vlastomil like besides worms? That's right, gossip. Fresh gossip. Therefore, he discards indignation and collects material for gossip related to Valerius. This is a great reason to put him in front of everyone in an unfavorable light.

Do not be surprised if in a few days the whole palace will be talking about it. Vlastomil, of course, if he is suspected, will say that he has nothing to do with it, but since he is the only most avid gossip here, you should not believe him.

Valerius' reputation has suffered because of him.

Procurator Volta

Like Vlastomil, she wasn't particularly interested in this meeting. She was fascinated by the food she had secretly brought into the room and was just eating all the time.

Exactly until the room was filled with the smell of poured wine on Valerius' hair. She giggles softly, unable to contain her laughter. Valerius is always so proud and arrogant, and now he's so awkward and funny.

"Now Valerius smells so nice of the drink!" – she squeaks.

If Vlastomil is the main gossip of the palace, then Volta deservedly takes second place. Together with him, she, occasionally laughing, and discussing with him all the awkwardness of the incident.

When the performance is interrupted by Nadia's remarks, Volta quickly loses interest in this small scandal and returns to eating again.

[basilibino]

Season 8 was like 6 years ago(I feel old) and I know ppl have differing opinions on the Mr Echo thing (but it was intended, made it to storyboard and blocked animation and then dropped, soooo) but. I can see his recruitment p easily tbh. Bc the whole reason Dr J was in that lighthouse was because he was resurrected, forced there, and ordered to build Skulkin vehicles by Samukai. But Samukai in the flashback we see has already been deposed as leader of the Skulkin/Underworld. Which means the orders to do so most likely came from Garmadon.

And since Mr. E is one of the head honchos, he's likely an early arrival to the team, so I don't think Harumi has a whole lot figured out at this point, she's just got her Trauma and some Bad Influence Friends and an obsession with Lord Garmadon. So. Like. Plausible deniability road trip that she's just visiting important markers of Ninjago's recent past, all of which involve Lord Garmadon in some meaningful way; its sightseeing, its cathartic, and it gives her time to develop her dream Motorcycle Gang/Resurrection Cult. She's not looking for anyone at the Lighthouse, but she is looking for vehicle blueprints so she can be the Koolest leader on the block. But oops she looks in the basement and there's an Echo.

And she's flipping out bc??? A Ninja???? In the Lighthouse basement??? I mean it makes sense that it would be this one but???

Except this rusty old robot has no idea what she's talking about with this Ninja stuff, he's just waiting for his dad to come back.

And Harumi pauses.

Because how long has he been waiting? He's not sure, he had no proper way to measure time in the basement, and he doesn't have the best view of his clockwork heartpiece. But it was after his father saw a strange ship docking; Echo was worried it was the People who had locked up his father in the first place, but instead his dad sounded happy when he saw whoever was out there. It could have been a front, though, as clearly it was never safe to let Echo back out. Then Dr J popped down briefly, while everyone above was resting, to tell Echo he was desperately needed elsewhere, that it wasn't safe to bring Echo, but that he'd be back in no time.

And the pieces are fitting together for Harumi. And she's like. Your dad's dead, bro.

And he's like. What? Did he die doing what was needed of him?

And she's like. Oh, no. He died a few years later.

And he's like. Why didn't he come back for me????

And she's like. Probably because they kept him away.

And he's like. Who's they?

And she's like. The Ninja I was talking about earlier.

And it surely can't be hard in universe to find pictures of Zane and Dr J post s2-pre s3, so she pulls one up and shows Echo who is freaking out bc why is that one kind of like him and Harumi explains that that was the droid his father created first, that he became a Ninja, and that hes probably the one who took their father away and kept echo waiting for years.

But Echo has doubts, shocked as he is abt a new older brother, he wants to believe the good in the situation so he's unsure. But Harumi mentions that the Ninja's failures to uphold more than their self preservation/interests has led to uncountable losses and devastation in Ninjago time and time again, before delving into her own story. And she seems so kind, and so hurt, and I do think there's a genuine connection btwn these two that forms from this shared emotional torment that they decide came from the Ninja, and now Echo is more receptive.

And then Harumi gets to start her Garmadon pitch because wait! If Echo was made here, then that could only have happened because of Lord Garmadon. And she reiterates that he's the reason she and her city could have even survived The Great Devourer. And maybe Echo's family-by-creation left, maybe they were untrustworthy and lacking, but that's OK bc if you look at it all a certain way, Garmadon is more of a father to Echo than Dr J was. And Echo is a vulnerable, overwhelmed mess who just found out his dad fucked off for years without him and also died, and also he has a brother??? Who their dad clearly seems to have favored??? Did they even know about Echo??? Did they delight in their life free of him???

Basically. Kinda Spinel-core but getting abandoned and left completely alone does that to you. Especially when the first person to find you after being abandoned is a deeply hurt and misguided teen who is probably kinda desperate for someone, anyone else to see the Ninja the way she sees them.