#i've never seen it without colours!

[kozachenko]

Shortly after that Zanmu drawing, I went on an art spree and made small little drawings of a majority of the current playable characters in Touhou (I've been procrastinating on drawing Aya and Ran) and finally gave myself refernce points for how to draw all these characters going forward! Also, don't mind the change in background colour, that's just me changing the background so the values are actually visible lol.

Artist's Notes;

So the first one I started with was Reimu, and the inspiration for her pose came from this pose reference on Pinterest of a girl doing ribbon dancing, and I thought "Damn, that's very Reimu-coded" and did a quick little Reimu drawing from that.

This was also the drawing where I finally learned what makes a Reimu drawing feel like Reimu. It's the shirt, it's literally just the shirt. I decided to try making Reimu's shirt have a stronger square shape and oh my god it's like I discovered some kind of secret sauce because it just feels so much more like Reimu. I also gave Reimu a tabard and loose pants because I felt like that also fit her very well and also tied in some element's of Yukari's design into hers. I also made her bow look more like a very geometric butterfly as a bit of a tie in to "Diochromatic Lotus Butterfly" and also because I think butterfly symbolism fits her a lot. I also left the hands unfinished because they are not the focus of this piece, Reimu is, I don't wanna cry over how I can't get the hands right and then never get to the actually fun parts of the drawing. Previously, I did some design experimentation with Reimu where I added a little ornament on her obi that was inspired by Yuna's design from Final Fantasy 10 (I can't remember if I ever posted that one lol, also FFX is so good you guys I love it so much) and I like it, I think it adds some fun assymetry to her design that I think makes it look neat. I also gave her some more traditional Japanese shoes (I don't know the name of them so please correct me if you know) since I've seen other artists doing it and I love that look so I added that to this drawing as well.

I also really like how Marisa turned out, I experimented a bit with her body type and outfit, though I didn't really go too off-model with her compared to Reimu. I liked the longer sleeves on her and I gave her a big bow on the back of her apron since I thought it looked cute. I couldn't find a spot for the bow on her hat that looked good so sadly that isn't present in this version of her :( I do like how her face turned out though, since I've also been experimenting with how differently stylized I can make faces in my art. I will always love mangas like Hunter X Hunter that can put two extremely differently stylized characters on the same panel and make it look cohesive, it's why I love the style so much.

I think the crulest irony is not being able to draw your favourite character well while you're hyperfixating on them, but then only being able to draw them how you picture them once they're no longer your favourite, and that happened with Sakuya here. I was initially gonna give her the flashiest eyeshadow known to man but when I removed the layer wih the eyeshadow rendering on it I ended up liking it more without it, so now she's just got some nice bottom lashes. I tried giving her more of an hourglass shape for her body type, mainly to differentiate her more from Reimu and Marisa, and I focused on making as many points in her drawing as sharp as I can. I also gave her some white gloves because I like the idea of Sakuya having fancy gloves, it fits her. To me, Sakuya has always been the most high femme of the main Touhou characters. Maybe this is just because she was my gay awakening, maybe it's just influence from the fandom, but it just kind of makes sense to me. Much like Marisa, I also emphasized the bow ribbons for extra oomph with the silhouette and when I added the red bows and looked at the overall design, I fixed the lack of red anywhere else by just... covering her in blood... I mean she does work for two vampires and she's exactly the sanest person in Gensokyo so please pardon my indulgence in edginess it couldn't be helped.

Youmu was really fun to do but also kinda challenging. In my mind I wanted to make her feel different compared to everyone else I've drawn so far, short enough to be somewhat accurate to canon, but not too childish looking since she never really acts all that childish in cannon and it wouldn't make sense for her to look like a child. I also had to make her look fast and speedy without her looking like Sakuya and potentially avoiding same body syndrome with Aya, who's whole gimmick is speed. In the end, I think her drawing is my favourite, mainly because of the shapes and silhouette. I also really like how I golden-ratioed myon. I also took a few liberties with her outfit and decided to give it some layers to add visual interest. I also like how the cuts in the clothing add more triangles, which adds to the shape language. For her face, I was wondering what to do with her eyes until I decided to just go for the simple, glowing, circular eyes she has in the final product. I was also listening to a bunch of Gorrilaz albums while drawing these (Demon Days is my favourite album btw, idk how basic of a take that is though) and my brain 100% was subconsciously influenced by some elements of the art style (it's so good omg). I also like the shade of green I gave her, though I am a certified green lover so I am 100% biased.

Reisen is where I let myself get a little weird with it, because as you can see, I turned her into an anthropomorphic bunny because she is a weird moon rabbit god dammit, why should she look normal? I was more excited about drawing her IN design than her modern design so that's why she's dressed like that, but I do have a sketch of her in my sketchbook of her modern design. I also had fun rendering her velvet suit jacket. This also helped me tie in some of the reds in her eye and ear, which is also a nice bonus. I also gave her pure white fur to create more visual contrast. Overall, I'm pretty happy with how she turned out, though I wish I didn't shade the legs too much because it's kinda blending with the skirt colour....welp, ya win some ya lose some I guess.

Sanae is also relatively on-model compared to everyone else here, though I did try to make some changes to her outfit to make her feel different from Reimu. First of all, I made her big sleeves (IDK the proper Japanese term for them, if there is one, so again if you know please correct me on this) more open than Reimu's, as well as making them more pointy to give her a different silhouette. I also tried out a new rendering style on her eyes that I also applied to Cirno (we'll get to her in a moment) to also make her face feel different from Reimu's. I'll be honest, I didn't really know what to do with her body type so she just kinda got the "basic slim girl" look in her drawing. I'm not too big a fan of the frills I added to her skirt though, I don't really think she needs them. I'm glad I gave Reimu pants and a tabard instead of a normal skirt because that does help to make the two of them feel different. I also kept her little frog hair clip the same shade of blue as her dress, mainly to economize my colour usage and limit the palette into something a little more tight-nit. I do like how her little hair snake looks though, it's cute lol.

And finally, we have Cirno. I have been a firm believer of "long sleeve Cirno is best Cirno" ever since I saw the art of her in PMiSS because she's an ice fairy, I think it would make sense for her to want to keep herself warm, same reason she has little socks too. Now that I look at it more, her colours are pretty similar to her design in Great Fairy Wars, and honestly I like that, I think keeping her colour palette simple is a good idea so I'm happy about that. I mainly wanted to focus on rendering her wings though, mainly because rendering ice and crystals is fun even though I have done zero studies of them! I also wanted to experiment with rendering her eyes in a similar way to Sanae's, and I like how they turned out! I don't know if I'll continue with this style in the future but it will probably stick around because to me, any stylistically different way of doing eyes is another facial feature I can use to bend the rules of same face syndrome.

While I'm on the topic, I want to mention that the reason Hunter X Hunter's art works so well is because everything is kinda rendered the same. It showed me that if you do everything else consistently in your style (i.e. rendering, lineart, shading), stylizing each character's faces differently will be a lot easier, at least that's how I see it. IDK if I'm ever gonna do drawings of Aya and Ran in this style since I gotta think about them more as well as stop procrastinating lol.

[theresatzu]

Blue Lock characters and going against your boyfriend

Pairings: Blue Lock character x reader

Featuring: Isagi, Sae, Rin, Kaiser & Ness

Tropes: Jealousy, fluff, crack

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You're dating a football player, and it just so happened that your friend had to play against him.

Cue you standing in your boyfriend's team's VIP box, cheering him on.

Chaos and jealousy ensues.

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Isagi Yoichi

-> Scores more goals than your boyfriend.

-> He literally completely shuts him down, not even allowing him one foot in the box. It's basically humiliation at this point.

-> Who's Isagi Yoichi without his colourful vocabulary? Expect those insults, too.

"You're too slow. I've already seen through all your moves." Isagi swiped in, cleanly stealing the ball off of your boyfriend, Yuu.

"What? Aw, come on, man." Yuu groaned, trying to get the ball back, but he was too slow; Isagi had already passed the ball to Hiori.

Before rushing to the front to participate in the attack, Isagi glanced back at Yuu.

Just why...?

He was so mediocre. Couldn't even hold on to the ball for more than two seconds. What was it that you saw in him?

Isagi's lips twitched downwards into a scowl.

"Just a piece of advice: don't get in my way. On this field, you're inferior to me, you wash out of a striker." Isagi bluntly spoke, jealousy harnessing his acerbic words.

Yuu gaped, jaw slackened at the harshness of Isagi's cruel remark. "You...!"

But Isagi had already hurried away, his mind set on scoring a goal.

Just you wait. He'll make you'll only want to cheer him on.

Meanwhile, the ball was now in possession of Hiori, courtesy of Isagi.

Hiori played out a defender, deftly moving past him as he surveyed the box.

"Hiori!" Isagi shouted loud and clear, flailing his arms as he called out for the ball.

Hiori raised a surprised eyebrow. Normally, Isagi was eager to score goals, but his movements had become more erratic, more attention seeking.

Almost as if he wanted to be seen.

Hiori chanced a cursory look at the VIP box. A snort slipped past him. Of course. That is what had fired up Isagi's spirits.

"Hmpf. Yer presence is awfully obnoxious today, hmm? Wonder why that is." Hiori mused sardonically.

With a mighty kick, Hiori passed the ball over the players' head, aiming straight at Isagi.

"This'll do." Isagi calculated the distance from where he would hit the ball, but suddenly, an ominous presence appeared behind him.

"Hope you haven't forgotten about me, Isagi." Yuu heaved, having run the whole distance to his own half. He rushed up to block Isagi's shot.

Isagi's eyes widened fractionally, before they narrowed in a smug way.

"No, not at all." Isagi calmly replied. "I should actually thank you."

Yuu's eyes widened. "Wait, what--"

Pushing an arm on top of Yuu's shoulder, Isagi propelled himself upwards.

Yuu gasped, trying to shake off Isagi's weight. But it was futile.

Isagi was using Yuu as a literal support to score his own goal...!

This was just plain humiliation.

The ball appeared in front of Isagi, poised and swift.

"Perfect."

Isagi shot.

"GOALL!! A TERRIFIC DIRECT SHOT FROM THE AIR, NUMBER 11 HEREBY PUTS BASTARD MÜNCHEN IN THE LEAD!"

Isagi landed limbly on his feet, sweat sticking to his forehead.

His teammates ran up to him, patting him on the back and cheering exuberantly.

But his eyes were fixed on the opposing team's VIP box.

There you were.

Smiling.

Smiling at him.

A rush zipped through him, electrifying and compelling, urging him to score another goal, because there you were, blinding smile directed at him. Only him.

And maybe that was the real victory.

Itoshi Sae

-> Won't even let your boyfriend touch the ball.

-> Completely tears him apart using his ruthless logic and fearsome tactics.

-> It's safe to say that your boyfriend never stood a chance.

Fuji, your boyfriend, drove up front, making deft use of his dribbling. He was now in the middle, surrounded by a myriad of players.

But that was no problem for him.

His power was dribbling, and this was child's play for him, no one would be able to stop him.

Until someone did.

A leg appeared out of nowhere, swiftly stealing the ball off of him. Fuji's eyes widened.

No one had been able to do that before.

"Don't you know that lethargy kills off the talent of every player?" Sae emerged from out of his blind spot, eyes as stoic as ever.

"What--"

"Not that you had much to begin with."

"And the ball is back to Itoshi Sae! What will he do now?" The voice of the commentator blared throughout the stadium.

Sae tuned out the noise, his eyes darting around the field.

He rushed forward, tipping the ball upwards when the opposing central mid rushed to put a halt to his momentum.

He easily slipped past, leaving the player dumbfounded in his wake.

He was now mere metres distanced from the box, a hazardous area. Two defenders must've sensed this and lunged at him, feet extended. Probably to limit his options.

It was a fine tactic.

But a basic one.

"If you want to stop me, you'll have to do better than that." Sae kicked the ball just shy from brushing the strands of the players' head.

The ball swerved with a beautiful curve until it was received with the feet of his teammate up front.

"Wow, a magnanimous pass, Itoshi Sae is threading the needle!"

However, passing the ball wasn't the only thing Sae was capable of.

He swerved around the two remaining defenders, his refined off-the-ball movements allowing him to slip past and to position himself in an optimal place to score.

"Wait... Itoshi Sae has moved up the front?! He's in the box now! Will he assist another goal, or will he shoot himself?!"

That's right. Itoshi Sae wasn't only a midfielder, he was also a former striker.

He'd purposefully passed the ball into a tight corner, thereby forcing the front player in a tough position. Scoring from that angle would be near impossible.

Sae's ears picked up on the sounds made by the ball, swishing through the air after being passed by his teammate, making its way towards him.

As expected.

He jumped upwards and received the ball.

There. Just him and the keeper.

Sae allowed the rush adrenaline to flow through his leg, channelling all the energy into his mighty kick.

The ball swerved through the air, curved right where Sae wanted it to be.

A pinpoint execution.

"AAAAAND IT'S A GOAL! A BEAUTIFUL CURVE RIGHT IN THE LEFT CORNER! ITOSHI SAE'S GAME IS PHENOMENAL TODAY!"

A loud clamour rose up from the stands, Sae's teammates cheered, but they knew better than to drag him into an embrace.

Sae stalked back to his own half, eyes set indifferent and aloof.

But one players wasn't as sensible.

Fuji stomped over to him, fists balled, face contorted, as he roughly shoved Sae's shoulder.

Sae raised a dismayful eyebrow, remaining unmoved. Fuji flushed red from embarrassment.

"Are you targeting me?" Fuji's jaw tensed, coming up into Sae's face.

Merely raising an eyebrow, Sae responded, "I only attacked your team at their weak spot and scored a goal, something any decent player should be able to pull off."

Fuji clenched his fists. "Are you calling me a weak spot--"

"Yes. You're not even putting up a fight, are you?"

Fuji's shirt was slicked with sweat, and his hair was sticking to his temples. He'd been running off and on the field.

"Are you mocking me--"

"Right now, the crowd's looking at me. Not a lukewarm player like you." Sae ruthlessly cut in. "If you know your worth, I should stand at the sidelines."

Sae's lips tugged downwards into a disgusted frown. "Not only are you embarrassing yourself, you're embarrassing her, too." He nodded at the VIP box where you were perusing the match.

"There's no place for useless players like you on this field, and certainly not in her heart."

Itoshi Rin

-> This man full on targets your boyfriend.

-> Intercepts any play he makes, completely shutting him down.

-> Continuously lures out his strongest weapon, only to crush it with an unwavering cruelty.

As Kato walked up on the field, Rin saw you wave at your boyfriend, an excited grin on your face.

Even though the crowds were shouting Rin's name, his lips pursed together when he saw you in the box of the juxtapositional team.

Clenching his teeth, Rin hoped if you'd spare him a glance, too.

But it was as if he were only air to you.

Rin scoffed. He'd make you look.

And there was only one way to do that.

Rin's eyes shifted to where Kato stood, a beam on his face as he sent you a kiss wave.

He would wipe that smile off of his face and turn it into a gruelling wail.

The startsign went off. It was the opposite team's ball.

Kato was a central forward, so he quickly received the ball, already beginning to build up an offense.

Too bad.

Like a lawnmower, Rin completely derailed Kato's attack by instantly storming up to him and swishing the ball from him.

Eyes widening, Kato lunged back, running after Rin.

But this was well within the calculations made by Rin.

Kato Matsuda, weapon: aerial proficiency.

So Rin stooped to a halt, allowing Kato to get near.

Then, he tipped the ball upwards. Kato's jaw set determinedly as he jumped upwards, ready to receive the ball, but Rin was faster.

Rin's foot tilted it, so the ball slipped past Kato. Using Kato's momentarily force, Rin pushed himself forwards.

"Wah--" Kato fell backwards from the shove Rin had given him.

But Rin didn't even look back once.

"How... he couldn't do that before!"

That was right. But Rin's flow state could.

A sick satisfaction rumbled in Rin's chest at the destruction of Kato's strongest weapon.

And it was also Rin's flow state that managed to make a goal within the first few minutes of the match.

"A GOAL, AT THE FIFTH MINUTE? IS ITOSHI RIN ACTUALLY HUMAN?"

A boisterous cheer went along the stands, flags triumphed as countless hands clapped for the miracle Rin had pulled off.

But Rin couldn't care less about that.

In his periphery, he saw Kato storm over, a dismayed expression on his face.

Tch. Lost like a sore loser.

Kato scowled as he passed Rin. "That was a fluke. I won't let you score another time."

Rin raised one eyebrow impassively. "Try to keep up first, you lukewarm chimp."

"Oh? Are you challenging me?" Kato goaded, a glimmer of confidence in his eyes.

Revolting.

"As if you don't have enough challenge even holding on to the ball." Rin retorted without missing a beat.

Lips slanted, Kato smirked.

"I'll show you exactly why she chose me over you."

In hindsight, that was probably the worst thing he could've said to Rin on a football field.

If Rin hadn't been pumped up before, then he was now absolutely revved.

Rin could feel the anticipation thrill within him, could hear the urge, the urge to demolish everything in his path.

He closed his eyes, and drowned in the flow that would trample this match.

"Yet another ball intercepted by Itoshi Rin! It seems that PXG has set to fully shut Kato Matsuda down!"

Kato frustratedly pounded his fist on the ground.

He'd been running all about the field, but everytime, Itoshi Rin had been there, too, absolutely destroying his weapons and leaving him in his dust.

And well, that wasn't the only thing he'd lost.

There you were in the stands, eyes glued to Rin. Eyes only for you. A glint of awe, and a hint of pride.

And as Itoshi Rin scored another goal, Kato knew that that wasn't the only victory he'd dragged in.

Michael Kaiser

-> Open degradation.

-> Scores countless of goals, and celebrates them as if he's an imperial emperor back in the Roman empire.

-> Just like Rin, wholly fixates on shutting him down.

Most people make snide comments about the person they're jealous of.

Michael Kaiser takes it to the next level.

"A FABULOUS SHOT, THE MAGNUS IMPACT ELICITS SHIVERS FROM ITS MAGNAMITY!"

Kaiser coolly retracted from the goal area, sauntering off to Akira, a cocky smile on his face.

The contrast between your boyfriend and your friend was stark.

Akira was panting heavily, sweat beaded on his forehead and face ruddy from extortion.

Kaiser on the other hand, look unruffled and poised. There was just this pristine and charming air about him that lured people in.

"Having trouble keeping up, you clown?" Kaiser simpered, eyes taut in a disparaging manner.

"Shut... up!" Akira heaved, brushing his damp locks out of his face.

Kaiser looked down his nose at him.

God, he looked like a damnes dehydrated donkey.

How had you ever chosen him?

And in classic Kaiser manner, he patted Akira's hair, pushing his head down. It was a display of superiority, one that came as easily as breathing to the likes of Michael Kaiser.

"Having had enough already?" Kaiser snickered. "We're not even twenty minutes in."

Oh the gall-- delirious from fury, Akira shoved him off, scowl forming on his face.

But Kaiser was far from done.

"Why don't you go and take your designated seat on the sidelines, bench warmer?"

Akira gritted his teeth, humiliation washing over him. Yet he stood strong in adversery. "I'll score a goal."

Kaiser raised one eyebrow. "Aw, how cute. You still think you stand a chance."

He didn't. Stand a chance.

Kaiser continuously swept in, intercepted the ball, passed to Ness, and made a glorious counter that made the crowd holler and whoop like he had pulled of a miracle play.

And of course, he had to act the part, too.

Kaiser flashed a grin laced with a confident veneer, as he winked at the crowd.

Like he was some goddamn movie star.

And well, in a sense, he really was.

Kaiser was the main act, taking the stage as if he were made for it. His natural charisma and stunning looks enchanting and drawing all the gazes to him.

And then. Well, there was Akira.

He had miserably flunked since Kaiser had started hounding him.

His passes were off and due to the increasing pressure and stress as a consequence of Kaiser's meddling, Akira had scarcely acquired the ball from his teammates.

He was completely singled out.

A clown act that only existed to be belittled and laughed at.

After yet another goal of Kaiser, you, from the stands, eyed Akira, who was now thoroughly crushed. His eyes were casted downwards, and his posture slumped.

You winced. He really seemed worse for wear. But your gaze was quickly drawn away, as Kaiser called your name.

"For you." Is what he mouthed, pointing at you, casting you in the spotlight that was a perpetual shadow to Kaiser.

Your face heated up, embarrassed at the attention being put on you. So you opted to just stare back at Kaiser, hoping to distract yourself from the interest of other people.

However, in Kaiser's eyes there wasn't only complacency and conceit. A glimmer of vulnerability and hope shimmered through his cerulean eyes.

As if dedicating these goals to you, was akin to declaring his love for you.

And maybe, when Kaiser dipped into a dramatic bow, the closing act of his goal, it really was just that for him.

After all, an emperor bowing to you, wasn't that a confession on itself?

Alexis Ness

-> Stealthily operates from out of the shadows, you'll never see him coming.

-> Ness's derision is never obvious, but that doesn't entail that a few well-placed comments here, and a pat disguised as a nasty shove there, aren't as menacing as they were meant to be.

"I've read about you." Ness smiled as he ran up to Souta, your boyfriend, who was driving up the middle.

Souta furrowed his brows in puzzlement. He dribbled away from Ness, but Ness stuck to him like adhesive.

"You're a decent player. Reasonable stats, all-rounder. But your special weapon is your ability to get in behind." Ness topped off, ignoring the baffled noised Souta made.

"Huh--" Souta shot him an uncomprehending look.

Who started yapping in the middle of the match?

"But for that to happen, you have to be focused on the enemy. You have to seize the perfect opportunity to slip past. But..."

Ness grinned, a devilish tint to it. It was a great contrast to his deceptively innocuous countenance.

"When you're the one who's distracted, your weapon is dead."

Souta's eyes went wide as saucers, as Ness nibbed the ball off of him, his flexible ankles easily maneuvering the ball out of rang.

"Y/n's special to me, sp she should watch only me." Ness said unapologetically. "So I'll take this from you."

He then passed the ball, an illusion cross diving straight towards Kaiser, who finished it off with a thundering proficiency, and a beat later, the referee whistled, signalling the match had come to its conclusion.

A boisterous bravado arose. Of course, Kaiser was the one who received the majority of the upheaval, but it was the quiet satisfaction brimming within Ness that was enough for him.

That, and the devastated look Souta was sporting.

Ness frowned, walking up to him.

"It's rude to avert your eyes when you've played a game. It's imperative for a good boyfriend to properly show gratitude for the people who have showed up for you."

Souta's lips trembled from frustration. He was completely worn-down. Yet he refused to look up, humiliation preventing him from even acknowledging you.

Ness smiled at him eerily. "Are you disrespecting Y/n right now? Look. Up."

Souta shook his head, stomping away.

Shrugging, Ness waved at you, pleasant expressions fixed on his face, a stark contrast to the morbid look he'd been sporting earlier.

Just with some surreptitious tricks, Ness had managed to completely bring the other's team to devastation.

And all that, because of his fidelity to you.

Ness might not be the flashiest ones, but his loyalty shone brighter than anyone else's.

[makeitmakesomesense]

Starry Night

Natasha Romanoff x Jealous!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Day 10: I've merged a very fun request from a lovely anon with the @taylorswiftmicrofic prompt for the 10th of January, which is 'religion'.

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Your linked hands swung absentmindedly in the space between you. 

Natasha’s head tilted as she observed the painting.

After a moment, you felt her attention inevitably turn back to you. You tried to focus on the brushstrokes, the colours, something. At least this one wasn’t about religion.

‘What do you think?’ She prompted.

‘I like the stars.’ You said carefully.

Natasha’s lip twitched. 

‘That’s good. Given it’s A Starry Night.’ She rasped dryly.

You nodded, pretending to keep staring at the painting. Natasha brought your hand to her lips and held it there for a moment. 

Your focus turned readily  to her. It was much more enjoyable anyway, watching her look at the paintings.

‘What do you think?’ 

Natasha glanced back at you. Her eyes crinkled with a more hesitant smile.

‘I love it.’ She admitted. 

You leaned forward and kissed her cheek, ignoring the bustling crowds of tourists around you.

You stayed together, lost in the tiny moment, until a short woman elbowed her way in front of you to take a photo of the painting. 

Natasha’s eyes were full of mirth as she pulled you back to the centre of the room. Her arms snaked around your waist as she stood behind you. 

‘What do you want to look at next?’ She asked softly, her head resting on your shoulder.

You chewed your lip and tried to decide. The paintings all looked the same to you. 

This trip was already perfect without the art. It had been Natasha’s idea. A tentative gift for your one year anniversary. A long weekend spent in Paris. 

It was strange to live, for even the briefest of moments, as if you weren’t part of the Avengers team. Your life had become something unrecognisable in the time that you’d been part of it.

Now, here in Paris, you’d never seen Natasha so relaxed, so completely herself. 

The very first evening, she’d disappeared out of the apartment almost as soon as you’d set your luggage down. She’d returned within minutes, holding all the components for a charcuterie board and a bottle of ridiculously expensive wine.

You’d wanted to unpack and get organised after the long flight but Natasha had insisted that you join her on the balcony. You’d sat together for hours, sharing food and drink and staring out at a nighttime view that didn’t seem real.

You’d understood the magic then. Slow kisses that heated the chilled night air. The sparkling lights of the city reflected back in Natasha’s eyes.

Nothing in any gallery could beat that. 

‘You choose.’ You told Natasha, leaning back in her arms as you surveyed the gallery room. ‘I always like your choices best anyway.’

Natasha hummed to herself, trying to decide. You let yourself focus only on her. The constant thrum of people wandering around the room created an almost overwhelming level of background noise. 

At last, Natasha nodded over to another painting, one with two women watching each other in bed. 

You smiled before you could help it, remembering that morning. 

‘Okay.’ You agreed. 

Suddenly, you felt Natasha stiffen behind you. Then, after a moment, you felt her purposefully relax. You were immediately on high alert. You scanned the room with a new intention, trying your best to identify any threat. 

Your attention caught immediately on a woman across the room. Her stare was entirely focused on your girlfriend. 

‘Is everything okay?’ You asked tensely, staring at the woman whose focus refused to flicker from Natasha’s face. 

Natasha moved easily from behind you to by your side. She looked distracted but her smile was reassuring.  

‘Yes.’ She promised. ‘I know her. Let me go say hello.’

You watched her walk away from you over to the strange woman. The beautiful Parisian woman. The upsettingly beautiful Parisian woman. 

You watched Natasha kiss her cheeks and hug her. You watched their obvious delight at reconnecting. You watched the disgustingly beautiful Parisian woman reach up to touch a piece of Natasha’s hair, you watched her mouth form a comment about its new length and colour. You watched Natasha smile shyly. 

You felt small and then you felt angry. You felt an instinct lock your body in place.

It took a minute for Natasha to look over to you. She took a few steps back in your direction, not quite closing the distance. 

‘There’s this wine.’ She started, clearly excited. ‘I’ve been looking for it all weekend. Elodie knows this place that sells it. It’s right around the corner’

You kept your expression neutral. You hated that Elodie was obviously looking over at you. 

‘Do you mind if we-?’ Natasha trailed off, gesturing between herself and the woman who you were going to make a voodoo doll of later. 

You nodded, throat tight. 

Natasha kissed your cheek.

‘Stay, enjoy the art. I’ll be back before you notice I’m gone.’ She promised, an excited glint in her eye. 

You watched Natasha’s hand brush Elodie’s back as they walked out together. 

When you were finally alone in a sea of strangers, you let the feelings wash over you in quick succession. 

Jealousy. Hurt. Anger. 

Your fingernails dug into your palm as the feelings simmered. 

Who the fuck was Elodie?

You walked blindly past the remaining masterpieces and headed for the exit.

Natasha caught a hold of you in the foyer. She looked startled to see you there. 

She nodded back to the endless gallery rooms and gave you a curious smile. 

‘Have you seen it all already?’ She teased lightly.

‘Mmhm’ You hummed tightly. ‘Let’s go back to the apartment.’

Your sharp tone set off the first alarm bells. You watched the realisation dawn on Natasha’s face, the slight widening of her eyes. 

You didn’t give her a chance to speak. You walked out the building and headed towards your apartment. 

Natasha kept pace at your side. You could feel her nervous glances towards you. Her hesitating indecision to say something. 

Something about your stony expression kept her quiet.

By the time you’d reached the apartment, after climbing the endless winding staircase inside the building’s courtyard, the unspoken tension was almost at a boiling point. 

Natasha’s tote bag clinked occasionally as her new purchase bumped against her keys. Your jaw tightened every time you heard it.

You opened the door and walked straight to the kitchenette. Natasha followed cautiously behind you.

It occurred to you then that you’d never had a proper fight before. Never had a reason to be really angry. More than a year had gone by in relative peace. 

Until Elodie. 

You opened the fridge door violently and pulled out the ingredients for lunch automatically. 

You could feel Natasha hovering in your blind spot. 

You hooked a dining chair with your foot and pulled it out from the table.

‘Sit.’ You directed tightly. ‘I’ll make us some lunch.’

Natasha sat with the obedience of a hostage victim. 

You arranged the jars of beurre de cacahuètes and confiture next to the wooden chopping board and placed the bread that Natasha had bought fresh that morning on top of it. You yanked open the cutlery drawer and retrieved the large bread knife.

You felt Natasha wince behind you. You ignored her as you started sawing at the bread.

‘So.’ You said loudly. ‘How do you know Elodie?’

Natasha’s hesitation this time was blatant.

‘Uh.’ You heard her stall for time. You sawed quickly through your first slice and tossed it onto the waiting plate. ‘From a long time ago.’

‘Mmhm.’ You hummed again, eyes trained on the moving knife. ‘And you knew each other well.’

You didn’t frame it as a question but Natasha answered anyway.

‘...Yes.’

‘Very well.’ You said under your breath, tossing another brutalised slice of bread onto the plate. 

‘...Yes.’ Natasha said with obvious alarm as you began to hack at the loaf again. 

‘Lucky Elodie.’ You muttered bitterly. ‘I bet you’ve got wonderful memories of Paris together. Did you drink that wine on a balcony with her? What sort of name is Elodie anyway? I mean that’s practically too French. I mean come on. It’s like a Russian girl being called-’

‘Natasha.’ Natasha supplied.

You kept moving your knife thoughtlessly. 

‘Exactly. Whatever.’ You cut yourself off into abrupt silence as you stewed internally on things you really shouldn’t say aloud.

‘Y/N.’ Natasha called out carefully.

‘What?’ You snapped.

‘Love. You’re sawing the chopping board in half.’ You froze and stared down at the small pile of sawdust mixing with the breadcrumbs. You yanked the knife abruptly out of the wooden board and placed it down on top of it. You stared for a long moment at the counter. You couldn’t escape the truth of it. The fear that ached behind everything.

‘Did you take her to see those paintings before?’ You asked at last in a small voice. ‘Before me?’

‘Love.’ Natasha said quietly again in a low voice that always made your insides go warm. You heard her move closer and felt her arms wrap around you, tentatively. You let your back press against her.

‘Before you.’ She murmured slowly, and you felt each word vibrate through you. ‘I know it’s not that simple. But before you nothing really mattered.’

Her lips touched your neck and you let your eyes close. You thought about her and you. About the 400 nights you’d spent together. About the sleepy mornings and the date nights and the future plans. 

You thought about the painting you’d seen of the two women watching each other in bed.

‘Before you.’ Natasha whispered again. ‘There was art and good food and fancy wine.’ Natasha’s hand trailed lightly down your front and the back up. Your head tilted back and Natasha dragged her finger along your exposed neck. 

You thought about the starry night reflected back to you in Natasha’s eyes. 

Your body shuddered as Natasha’s fingernails tapped gently over your trachea.

All you could hear were her soft breaths and your shallow ones.  ‘Before you. I wasn’t me.’

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[nanamiskentos]

tags — reader has a fever, trueform!sukuna

"sukuna, i think 'm dying."

the estate is unusually quiet tonight, the only sounds being the rustling of silks and the crackling of the candles flickering in the evening light. outside, the air has turned cool, but inside, the fever that rages through your body makes everything feel so suffocatingly hot. limbs thrumming with an ache that makes it so impossible to focus.

the king of curses is still beside you, and he has yet to speak, indifference practically radiating off him. two arms crossed over his bare, marked chest, and the other two are flipping lazily through the thin pages of a book.

"sukuna," you repeat, "are you jus' gonna sit there while the love of your life withers away?"

blood-wine eyes narrowing, barely glancing at you, "tch', do i look like a babysitter for ill humans?"

"hope you catch whatever i've got."

you can hear the smug tone colouring sukuna's dulcet tone, "can't. i've got an impeccable system. i'm immune to diseases you've never even heard of."

rolling your eyes, you throw the sheets off, shivering as the cool air hits your fevered skin, "not immune to being a cunt."

sukuna sighs, snapping the book shut, as though your ill mood is an mere inconvenience, "what is it that you want?"

you scoot closer to his hulking form, body heavy with an aching fatigue, "well, my head hurts and 'm hungry. like, i want plums."

"plums?" sukuna echoes in disbelief, his four arms unfurling, "tsk', what do you think i am? some kind of fruit merchant? i don't have time for this." with an irritable glance, he's muttering something under his breath, large frame retreating as he stalks out of the room.

he's still grumbling, biting and muttering about the incompetence of humans, and menial labour being below him. you can only roll your eyes, letting your head fall back against the pillow. wondering where on earth he's gone to.

perhaps, it would have been more prudent to call for the servants. but just as the silence becomes unbearable, you hear thudding steps. the door sliding open with a soft hiss, and before you can even lift your head, a cool cloth is pressed to your forehead. there's no tenderness nor gentleness in the gesture, but it is quiet and unceremonious. somehow bringing instant relief.

a basket is clunked! down beside you, and the sweet scent of ripe fruit fills the air, "don't get used to it, brat."

you crack open bleary eyes, and there he is, clawed nails slipping through your hair. you've seen those razor-sharp nails tear men apart into ribbons without a second thought, but they've never even left a scratch upon your flesh.

"y'don't have to do all this. the servants could get someone in," you mumble, unable to resist the small curl of a smile that tugs at the corners of your dry lips. there's something almost endearing about the sight of sukuna, his rough and bruised look softened by the mussed blush-pink strands atop his head.

"clearly, i do. not even capable of looking after yourself," sukuna grumbles, but there's a shift in a tone. no longer indifference, you would wager, looking at the worried creases kissing his eyes, whispering of rare concern from a demon's heart. he's clearly toying with some idea, stiff, as though he's visibly disgusted — but searing lips brush your forehead in a fleeting kiss. soft, barely there, but it's enough to soothe the worries that often plague at your heart.

"ugh, don't look at me like that," sukuna mutters, pulling back from you, eyes flitting over your face. large, warm hand moving to your neck, a broad thumb tracing the arch of it with a feather-light touch, testing the waters.

you softly laugh, tugging at a wide forearm, lightly dusted with pale hair, "i should fall ill more often."

sukuna's crimson eyes snap to yours, and for a split second, the usual smugness dissipates. handsome nose scrunching slightly, displeased, and you catch the fleeting shift of guilt in his expression. before you can remark on it, he leans in again, hot lips brushing the side of your neck, as though he wishes to hide his open expression, "greedy, aren't you?" he's murmuring, edge of his voice thick with something you can't place.

without a word, thick arms are pulling you closer, guiding your weary head to rest against the curve of his broad, bare chest. the raw heat radiating from his form is a welcome contrast to the chill of the room, and you can't help but melt into his touch.

"sleep, you idiot," sukuna grumbles softly, voice rumbling through his chest. a hand rests lightly on your back, heavy and warm. it's often a presence that you'd never thought you'd grow accustomed to. but now, with your body aching and your mind giving way to exhaustion, it feels...right. the last thing you hear is his steady, soothing grumble, the familar sound of him still annoyed, still gruff, but somehow softer, "don't want you ever forgetting that i do love you"

a beat of silence, and then, "shoulda' checked you were asleep before i dropped that one."

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Creations Dance

Danny likes to dance in the night sky while flying in his new ghostly form which is very ethereal holding glimpses of different parts of space and creations unknown, this continues even after he moves to Gotham.

The sky around him becomes his stage,

A stage that matches him and follows his lead.

Gotham has never had such clear skies, able to see each and every star shining brightly.

Twinkling in many colours almost seeming to dance alongside Danny,

Sharing his joy in their existence.

~

Duke had seen the new phenomenon that was Gotham's skies, who hadn't it was all he would hear people talking around him anytime he left the house, speaking of which were also discussing the same.

Bruce, Tim, and Barbara all researching to see what had caused the change, their bet so far was on magic but not sure who or what was causing it or the reason why.

He had seen the others also poking around seeing if they could find a lead.

But the most curious of all being Jason's new demeanor, ever since the night skies had changed he seemed to calm down almost seeming peaceful.

Which don't get him wrong was a great thing to happen but the timing of it all was too weird, honestly even Bruce was tense about the sudden turn around in demeanor.

So with everyone else occupied he decided he might as well go and enjoy the night sky, it was a very amazing view to miss out on.

He had discovered a new spot a bit far from home but it was quiet and private and would make the perfect spot to stargaze comfortably without being interrupted.

~

He had fallen asleep accidentally but something had woken him up.

He noticed that it was cold, cold enough that he could just barely see his breath in the air in front of him which should not be possible since it was almost summer, had Mr.Freeze escaped?

Looking around now alert he caught a flash of something up above his head.

Looking up he saw..light and darkness and so many things that his mind couldn't comprehend rather less describe.

His eyes shifted trying to make out what he was seeing, in the center was a being..dancing?

The being seemed to feel his eyes on them because in the next moment they turned to stare at him.

He could feel the weight of their eyes on him their entire presence focused around him radiating power and joy.

Continuing to stare at each other the only thing Duke could think of was,

"You're gorgeous.."

Duke snapped back realizing he had said that out loud his face warming, but the being in front of him seemed delighted.

"Thank you! I'm surprised you're able to see me."

"It's hard not to, you were dancing so happily I could feel it in my chest."

They-he? floated closer

"If you liked my dancing so much you could continue to visit me here to see."

" If you're okay with it then I would really like that, my name is Duke."

"It's a date then Duke! You can call me Danny."

~

God what was he going to tell the others? He found the cause for the change in Gotham but Danny seemed to be good, not a villain.

Well he'll keep it a secret for a while more right now he had to prepare for his date!

~

Duke sees Danny dancing around in the sky: "We'll have a winter wedding."

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Duke seeing the Bats stressing and losing sleep trying to figure what's going on: "Should I say something? Hm nah."

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Danny Dancing around in the sky while Duke is in the background being a supporting bf cheering him on with pom poms: "That's my boyfriend woo~!"

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The bats for some reason arguing about each other's past relationships and crushes

Steph pointing at Dick: You're the one with the strangest taste seriously out of everyone in this family Duke and I are the only ones with normal taste! Right Duke!"

Duke " My Boyfriend is a Being/Ancient Ghost of Space That Most of the Time Doesn't Look Human/Humanoid" Thomas: * face sweating while he tries to sneak out of the room* "Umm..*voice crack* y-yeah."

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I really enjoyed writing this one, I don't see a lot of Duke/Danny, but the works I've read are all so wonderful ♡

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Just an Idea

[accio-sriracha]

"What's it like?" Regulus asked quietly, staring at the stars from their hiding spot in the garden.

"What's what like?" Sirius replied.

Regulus turned to look at him, the grass tickling his nose, "Being in love."

Sirius' eyes never moved from the stars, "Why do you ask?"

Regulus shrugged, "Just curious, I guess."

There was a long pause, Regulus assumed Sirius was trying to find the right words.

"It's sort of like falling." He explained, "It's slow at first. You don't even realise it. One day you notice the colour of their eyes is deeper than you thought. Less plain brown and more... chocolate coloured. The next time it's hearing their laugh and feeling yourself smile without meaning to, like your body wants to react, like the sound is... healing, I guess."

He paused again, finally moving to face Regulus.

Regulus nodded for him to go on.

"Eventually, all of the things you used to do as friends feel... bigger. Every touch doesn't feel so casual anymore. Everytime they say your nickname it's less of a joke and more like a secret, something sacred between the two of you."

He sighed, "Then, one day, you look up and realise how far you've fallen. And it's like there's no turning back. Everything reminds you of them. Everytime you make a joke you look to them first, to see if they're laughing. Everytime they walk in a room it's like nothing else matters." He laughed softly, the sound was nostalgic, "You find yourself looking for reasons to talk to them. Anything to be close to them, to feel their touch. Nothing is casual anymore, there's always... meaning, always something more left unsaid. It's understanding someone so deeply, and having them know you too."

Regulus smiled, "That sounds nice." He whispered.

Sirius nodded, "Yeah, it is."

"I want to have that some day." Regulus sat up, playing with a blade of grass between his fingertips.

Sirius sat up too, his own smile reassuring, "You will." He nodded, "Anyone would be lucky to have you."

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Regulus pulled away from the pensive, his eyes filled with tears.

"May I be excused, professor?" Regulus asked.

The professor nodded, continuing his lesson on finding a positive memory for conjuring a patronus.

Regulus walked out into the hallway. His hands shook as he scrubbed the tears from his face.

And, of course, a voice from behind him caught his attention,

"Reggie! Hey, I thought you had defense class this hour?"

Regulus turned, meeting the deep chocolate brown of Potter's eyes. His stomach flipped as it always did when they were together.

"I do." He sniffed.

Potter caught the look on his face and his smile dropped. At once he was standing in front of Regulus, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Hey, it's okay. It's okay, I'm here." He soothed, his hands rubbing Regulus' shoulders.

Regulus couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, because the touch sent sparks across Regulus' skin.

Potter frowned, leaning back to look at him again,

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Regulus shook his head, his smile appearing of its own accord,

"I think im in love with you." He whispered.

Potter's eyes widened, he leaned back a little further, "Do you have a concussion? You sound loopy. We should get you to the nurse."

Regulus stopped him mid-stride as Potter began to lead him down the corridor. He shook his head, tears filling his eyes again,

"I'm serious, Jamie. I'm in love with you."

Neither of them made the Sirius joke, Regulus had never once seen Potter speechless like this.

Eventually, he seemed to find his voice again,

"You're in love with me?" He repeated slowly.

Regulus nodded, "I am."

James took a while to process this. Regulus realised he probably should have waited to give the news when Potter wasn't on his way to the lavatory.

He was just about to apologise when Potter took both of his hands in his own,

"I've loved you for as long as I can remember."

The words hit Regulus harder than he could have ever imagined.

Before either of them could get out another word, Potter was pulling him into a sweeping kiss.

Regulus knew without a doubt this was the feeling Sirius had been describing all those years ago.

But he was wrong about one thing.

Regulus was the lucky one.

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Remember Me

It's finally here!!! I really did not expect this lil idea to blossom into 5.4k words but here it is. Enjoy!

Summary: The arcane gives you the second chance you never knew you were looking for

The last thing you remember is the swirling myriad of colours that is the arcane and suddenly you're in a world that's both familiar and not quite familiar at the same time. Zaun, or what you think it Zaun, looks…the same yet different, the colours are brighter than you remember, the air feels easier to breathe and the people look happier.

Confused, you poke around for information. It's surprisingly easy to gather everything you need to know, the people are more relaxed, their guard is down and their lips are loose. The only thing left now is to find a place to spend the night, and it's not hard to find a simple boarding room after swiping a couple of loose change from some wealthy merchants.

In your little rented room, you sit on the bed, revising the events of the day. Turns out this city really is Zaun — a Zaun that is independent and co-exists with Piltover. This Zaun came about because of Vander and Silco's efforts, you remember tearing up when you heard that, much to the concern of the civilian you were asking but you had waved their concern away, swallowing the emotions that threatened to choke you. Silco has become a councilor representing Zaun and is often away whilst Vander still runs The Last Drop, and you are tempted to run straight there but you hold yourself back. You can't rush this, there's still too much you don't know yet, and tampering with the events of what you believe is an alternate universe might just throw everything in jeopardy.

With a sigh, you flop onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Such comfort is a rare find in the Zaun you know, and no one is this easy to steal from. You wonder what caused this version of Silco and Vander to make up, wonder what went down differently, and if Silco is happier in this universe than your own.

You toy with the pendant that sits around your neck, the last thing you have to remember the man you love by, and feel a tear slide down your cheek. You miss him still, your heart aching for one last moment to spend with him but you know it will never happen. You had buried him in the river with Jinx, watching as his cold lifeless body sank into its murky depths, numbly sitting on the docks afterwards, curled up with your knees to your chest. Sevika had found you in that fetal position and brought you to Silco's office, awkwardly comforting you with her usual pats to the back that feels more like a slap.

That night, you fall asleep with thoughts of Silco filling your head. The bed feels cold without him by your side, but tiredness quickly wins and you slip into dreamland, dreaming of a future with him.

The next day, you slip into The Last Drop, unable to hold yourself back anymore. You order your usual drink, tugging at the hood around your head as Vander approaches, a glass in hand.

"You're new around here," he observes, setting the glass down in front of you.

"Just visiting," you say curtly, not wanting to let anything slip.

"Still, you look rather familiar. Have I seen you before?" He queries, looking you over.

"No," you say a little too quickly before clearing your throat, taking a sip of your drink. "Sorry, I don't believe we've met. I'm pretty sure I'd remember if I've met the Vander."

He laughs, a deep guffaw that you've missed dearly. "Flattery won't get you a discounted drink."

"But perhaps it will get me a free drink?" You smile, raising your now empty glass.

He chuckles, refilling your glass, "you've got to do better than that then."

Your chest fills with a warmth you haven't felt since…you've forgotten how long ago it was, it feels like eternity since you last heard Vander speak to you with gentleness. Your hand moves to rest on Vander's but fortunately you quickly catch yourself and pretend like you're reaching out for your glass. You grip your glass tightly, staring at the liquid inside and swallow the emotions that threaten to overwhelm you.

That's when something catches your eye — a tattoo you've never seen before on Vander's hand. VI is etched into his skin, reminiscent of a tattoo etched into another person's skin in your universe. Vi.

"That tattoo on your hand —" You blurt out, and then internally curse yourself for it. Vander turns around, raising the hand with the tattoo and smiles a sad smile.

"My daughter. Vi."

"Oh…sorry about that." You shift in your seat. So Vi was dead in this universe, that was news. Was Jinx alive? You'd heard snippets of Ekko, the boy genius, as you walked the streets, so you knew that he was alive here. Was Sevika alive?

"It's alright." Vander waves it off, causing something else to catch your eye — a dove tattoo on the inside of his wrist. A dove?

"And the dove?"

"A dear friend," Vander says softly. "Y/N."

Wait what?

You nearly choke on your drink, biting the glass hard. You were dead in this universe? How? When? Was Silco coping alright? Was Silco —

The sound of The Last Drop's doors swinging open snap you out of your thoughts. A familiar figure walks in, blue hair tied into twin buns with a streak of pink in one of them.

Jinx?

"Powder!" Vander calls, a huge smile on his face. Powder smiles back, running over to hug him. You take a sip of your drink, watching as the two embrace each other, then Powder goes to serve drinks to the customers, happily skipping away. She's nothing like Jinx, she doesn't have the same haunted eyes that your adoptive daughter does, but there's still a spark of pain and sorrow in her eyes.

She did lose her sister, after all.

You watch a little more, taking your time with your drink until your glass finally runs dry and you place the money on the table, slipping out of the bar, but not before catching a glimpse of someone else familiar.

Ekko.

The two of you walk past each other, gazes meeting for just a split second before you go your separate ways, you to your room and he to The Last Drop. The alcohol sits in your stomach, warm as you lie on the bed, your mind processing everything that had happened today.

Vander not only has the scar Silco gave him in the river, but a tattoo in memory of Vi decorates his hand, and Jinx is…Powder. You vaguely remember the name, suggested by Silco as he drunkenly rambled about his favourite things, annoyed that Vander was the only one who could suggest names for Felicia's child. To think she really did use that name, you never found out what she named Jinx and it made your tear up. Felicia never stopped thinking of Silco as a friend, even as the trio drifted apart, torn away from each other by their responsibilities and dreams, and chose to name her second child according to Silco's drunken suggestion. Most of all, you're dead. You.

You laugh, choking back the tears that are beginning to spring into your eyes. Was this universe's Silco mourning your death the same way you mourned your universe's Silco? Had he at least gotten the chance to propose to you, ask you out, go on a date with you, sit on the rooftop and dream about nothing as you both look over the city you call your home?

You sorely miss the past, when you knew you could look forward to meeting together at The Last Drop, the laughter that always rang in the empty bar, the music that filled the air, Felicia dancing the night away, sometimes dragging you into it, Vander ruffling your hair and flicking Silco in the forehead, Silco grumbling about the volume and his inability to concentrate on his work. All the while you sat there, basking in their presence, allowing yourself to be dragged into whatever mess they created that night.

Now all three of them are dead, and only you are left to carry on the memory, but you can barely remember the feeling of those times. The memories are clouded and you can only see bits and pieces of them. You buried them long ago, ever since you turned your back on Vander and chose to follow Silco but now they resurface, pulled upwards by the sight of a happy Vander and the name 'Powder'.

There's a knock on your door. Wiping your tears away, you go to answer it, unsurprised that Ekko is standing there but you didn't expect Heimerdinger to also be there. Then again you should have expected it, Ekko is a resourceful one and upon coming to this alternate universe he would have searched for allies — you, Heimerdinger and Jayce.

"May we come in?" The Yordle asks, looking up at you.

"Sure," you step aside, letting them in and close the door before going to sit on your bed. "So what's the occasion?"

"The fact that we're in what looks like an alternate reality?" Ekko snorts, taking a seat on the chair next to Heimerdinger.

You roll your eyes, "wow what a discovery, wanna tell me how you discovered that?"

"Now now, students. Don't fight," Heimerdinger waves his hands, jumping between the both of you. "Ekko here has an idea of how to return us to our universe, tell them my boy."

"Hold on, where's Jayce?" You frown. "Didn't he get transported into this universe as well?"

"We have been unable to find him, I'm afraid. I doubt he's in this universe, or I would have seen him in Piltover." Heimerdinger shakes his head.

"Anyways, the plan is we're going to recreate the explosion that brought us into this universe in the first place, and hopefully it brings us back instead of throwing us into yet another universe." Ekko sighs. "I managed to find a hextech crystal's pieces and pieced it back together. All that's left is to recreate the very explosion but that's taking a while."

"Oh is the task too much for the boy wonder?" Your sass is overflowing today for some reason.

"How about you try pulling your weight and help out?" Ekko snaps back and you laugh.

"Well sorry for only finding out about your plan now."

Heimerdinger only sighs and waits until the both of you decide it's enough sass for the day before taking his leave with Ekko. You tag along, curious about the progress the two have made so far and impressed that Ekko has a whole lab to himself, although you'll never admit it to his face.

Over the next few days, you help Heimerdinger and Ekko however you can while finding time to explore Zaun further. The people here are livelier and happier, the streets are brighter, filled with Zaunites and Piltovians alike. Children frolic about without worry, the air is filled with booming voices instead of hushed whispers. The Bridge of Progress is bustling with activity — vendors peddling their wares, friends leaning against the railing, chatting the day away, the crowd flows both ways, into Piltover and into Zaun. Food is plentiful here, and people have enough money to spend that they also treat themselves frequently, something you could only dream of.

It's nothing like the Zaun you call your home and a part of you misses its dark corners, the sinister purple glow of Shimmer, the darting gazes as people flicked in and out of sight. It was what you grew up around, after all, but there's another part of you that wishes your Zaun was like this universe's Zaun. It's beautiful, peaceful, just the way your Vander had envisioned Zaun to become. Your Silco would come to appreciate the serenity, you think, a reward after the hard fought battle for independence.

Ekko recruits Powder along the way and you try to not show up whenever she's around, afraid that she'll recognise you. If Vander and her were this close, who was to say this universe's you wasn't as well?

"I've noticed that you've been avoiding young Powder lately, may I ask why?" Heimerdinger comes over to you a few days later.

"You just did." You frown, still staring at the runes in front of you. He stares at you, unimpressed. Sighing, you finally look at him. "Turns out I'm dead in this universe, alright? I don't want to risk being recognised, and considering how close I was with Jinx, Powder will probably recognise me."

"I see. Hmm, it could possibly mess up this universe's timeline, perhaps it is safer indeed for you to avoid being recognised." The Yordle hums. "I'll let you know when the young lady drops by."

"Thanks." You smile slightly, a flickering flame of warmth sparking in your chest. Heimerdinger smiles back before strutting off to continue his work. Maybe forming new relationships isn't so bad, not if it can recreate that warmth you had with Silco and Jinx.

The Yordle remains true to his word, helping you find excuses to leave the room before Powder shows up, and if Ekko is supicious about your behaviour he says nothing. With the aid of an additional technological genius, Ekko not only almost recreates the event that sent you all here in the first place but also discovers a way to turn back time — albeit only for four seconds. Still, it's a breakthrough no one's ever dreamed of, and is a highly useful invention for a variety of things.

A few days later, you learn about a party for the Young Innovator's Competition that's coming up, held at The Last Drop and Heimerdinger encourages both you and Ekko to attend it.

"And what's the point of a device like this if you don't enjoy the time you have?" The Yordle meets yours and Ekko's gaze, removing his goggles when he sees the look of concern on your face.

"It's been a while since you've last allowed yourself to enjoy anything, seize the moment while you still can." He places a hand on your shoulder. "Leave all your worries behind just for tonight."

You sigh, but can't deny the truth in his words. Maybe it's alright to just let your hair down just for tonight, you haven't been able to do so ever since Silco died and Zaun fell apart. You're tired, and a respite no matter how brief is more than welcome.

On the night of the party, Ekko walks in the front door while you slip in via the back, a hood thrown over your head. You keep to the shadows, watching the others while taking sips from a glass you had taken from Vander who had recognised you from your previous visit. Nibbling on a pastry, you lean against the wall, gaze flicking over all those in attendance. You recognise some of them from their grown up selves, creating an aching yearning for your home in this strange world and you quickly look for Ekko, desperate to rid yourself of sadness on this celebratory night.

You find the boy wonder sitting at the bar counter, talking with Vander and Benzo when suddenly yet another familiar figure enters your view — Silco.

Your body moves forwards on its own, taking a step towards the face you've missed dearly, heart pounding in your chest. He's here, back from Piltover which you didn't have time to scour for a glimpse of him and you feel your emotions begin to clog up your throat. Swallowing, you stop yourself and turn back to your wall, this time facing it as you struggle to regain control. You feel a tear slip out anyways and sniff, biting your lip.

He says something and you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach as they always did before. You may not be watching their conversation but you'd recognise your lover's voice anywhere. Your fingernails dig into your skin and you will yourself to remain still, to ignore the urge that calls for you to go over to him, hold him, kiss him, say all the things you never got to say. You want nothing more than to wrap yourself around him, hold him tightly as you cry into his shoulder but you can't. This is not your Silco, and you are not his Y/N. Your Silco is gone forever, and so is his Y/N, that is the reality you both have to accept.

The man you love is gone. you've laid him in the river he loved so much with Jinx, that you know. You'll never be able to touch him again, feel his warmth, lace your fingers together with his, sleep with the last thing you see being his face and wake up seeing his face first thing in the morning, but it's hard not to think about what could have been when a version of him is standing right in front of you.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you pull your cloak around you tighter, willing away the chill that has worked its way into your heart. You can't do this, you can't bear to see him again and not cradle his face in your hands, not press your forehead against his, breathing in his cigar-laced scent. Gritting your teeth, you find another corner to disappear into, putting as much distance between this universe's Silco and you. Slumping against the wall, you slide downwards onto the floor, closing your eyes as you focus on your breathing.

You've got this. You can hold yourself together. You're stronger than this.

"Need a drink?" A voice asks. You nod, eyes still closed and feel a glass pressed into your palm. Your lips part, ready to thank the mysterious stranger but when your eyes open, the room has gone dark and the stranger is nowhere to be found. Balloons explode, causing streamers to fall from the ceiling and the floor goes wild. Music comes to life, the crowd parting for someone. You quickly get to your feet, careful not to spill any of your drink and shrink closer to the wall, gaze fixed on the one who has stolen everyone's attention.

Powder. Jinx.

Tugging your hood around your head tighter, you look away, hoping that she doesn't catch a glimpse of your face but it's fine, she only has eyes for one person tonight. You take another sip from your glass, feeling the liquid burn as it slides down your throat. You've been having one too many drinks tonight, and you blame this universe's Silco as well as Vander for that. Mostly Silco.

You let out a shaky sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Maybe you should stop drinking for today, going back to the lab drunk is not a good idea. You turn your attention to the dance floor that's being taken over by couples swaying to the beat, smiles and laughter all around. Ekko's fixated on his dance with Powder and you smile slightly, happy that he's found something in this whole mess.

Good for him, you think to yourself. He needed that, a breath of fresh air, a moment to just…be a boy.

You set your now empty glass on the counter, finding yourself leaning against it like you always did back then and quickly stand upright. You're letting your guard down too much, probably because of the alcohol. Shaking your head, you take a deep breath to recenter yourself. Focus.

The party slowly turns into a daze, lights filling your vision and music filling your ears. Bodies spin across the dance floor, you've lost track of where everyone is and all you know is that this party is starting to feel like forever. It's not a particularly bad thing, moments like this are nice, but there's a nagging feeling in the back of your head that makes you antsy and this party isn't doing it any favours.

"May I have a dance?" A voice sounds from beside you. Glancing in the direction from which the voice came, a familiar silhouette enters your view.

Silco.

You stare at him, then stare at his outstretched hand, then back up at him. Your mind is spinning, your heart leaping to your throat and your chest tightens. He peers at you with his one good sea foam coloured eye and you notice the difference between this Silco and yours.

His dead eye isn't the menacing black and orange you've come to love, it's a pale colour, white and yellow perhaps and his scar is openly on display in public. The edges of his face are softer, and gone is the coldness in his gaze, replaced by a warmth that's different from the one he always reserved for you. Yet, there's a pain hidden behind it, the mark of loss that you've come to know so well.

"I —" Words finally unclog themselves from your throat. "I can't dance. I don't know how to."

"It's quite alright. I can lead, following shouldn't be too hard." He smiles gently at you, hand still outstretched. "Give yourself a chance, you may find that you quite enjoy it."

You gaze deep into his eye, hesitating. You shouldn't, revealing your identity may shake the very foundation of this universe and you've kept your interactions with those you know to a minimum for this very reason. Yet, yet something stirs within you, nudging your hand forward until it touches his and your resolve dissolves completely. You let him lead you onto the dance floor, feeling the warmth flood from his hand into yours, feeling your palms lock as though they were made for each other, feeling like you're back there again, when everything was alright because you knew you had Vander, Silco and Felicia to lean on. Tears spring to your eyes, blurring your vision but you let yourself go, let Silco lead, trust that he won't let you fall.

He spins you around, guiding your movements through little nudges with his feet and tugs on your hands. You feel your body glide across the floor, his touches leaving ghostly imprints on your skin. When he pulls you into his chest, you stumble, crashing into him but he continues like nothing happened, an arm around your waist. He smells less of cigars and more like perfume, the kind associated with rich Piltovian snobs but you suppose it's only fair since he is a politician. Only he's not a snob, knowing your Silco.

You bask in the moment, dancing with the man you love, the man you buried, capturing it all and saving every second of it in your mind. It feels surreal, the second chance you never anticipated, but you can only watch as it passes you by, unable to say all the things you never got to. There's so much you want to say, so much you want to do, but you know you can't. This is not your Silco, this is not your universe, your regrets cannot be undone, not truly at least. You have to live with them, that is the burden you carry amid many others.

When your feet tire, Silco guides you back to your usual spot at the bar counter and orders two drinks — scotch and your favourite. He looks at you, your fingers still intertwined and brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

"I know you," he says without missing a beat. "It's you, isn't it? Y/N."

"You're confusing me for someone else." You wave him off with a nervous chuckle, letting go of his hand to scratch the back of your neck.

"And that right there is a nervous habit of yours." Silco nods at Vander in thanks and slides your glass towards you. "That's your favourite drink, isn't it?"

"You — you're mistaken." You shake your head. "I'm not Y/N."

"You're right." He takes a sip from his own glass. "You're not. You're not the Y/N I know, the same yet different. Care to explain?"

You take a particularly huge gulp of your drink, and immediately regret it with the way it burns a path down your throat into your stomach. Coughing, you set the glass back down, gasping for breath. Silco's brow furrows and he reaches over, rubbing your back.

"Maybe you should lay off the alcohol for the rest of the day," he murmurs, concern lacing his voice.

"Don't got much left til the next day." You reach for the glass, fingertips just brushing it but a slender hand moves it out of your reach.

"Still, it's best not to." His voice is smooth, velvety, music to your ears, accompanied by his gentle touch and you feel yourself growing weak.

"Can we — can we talk somewhere private?" You whisper, throat clogging up again.

"Of course." He slips his hand into yours. "Lead the way."

Squeezing his hand tightly, you bring him to the rooftop of The Last Drop — the place you and Silco always went to for some peace and quiet. Silco's eye widens slightly when he realises where you're bringing him to, and then a sad smile forms on his face.

Every step towards the rooftop causes your heart to ache even more, memories of your time spent hopelessly in love flooding back into your head. All the times where the both of you just lay there doing nothing, simply enjoying each other's presence, the stolen kisses, the times where he tried coaxing you into dancing with him. You remember when he had carried you from the rooftop, drunk and rambling, all the way to the spare bed, tucked you in and spent the rest of the night at your side. You remember when he had held you in his arms right here, gently rubbing your back as you cried into his shoulder, mourning the death of your best friend. You remember the quiet whispers of promises made, hearts exchanged, lives forever intertwined. The ring that hangs around your neck was given here, under the false sky on a chilly wet night, cold metal sliding onto your ring finger, a warm kiss following suit.

"Here," you say, sitting at your usual spot. He automatically sits on your right as he always has, fingers still intertwined with yours. He says nothing, gaze still fixed on you but there's no trace of suspicion, nor of anger. Instead his eye is filled with curiosity, a hint of caution, but there's also sadness that's no longer hidden by warmth.

He's looking at the image of the lover he lost, the same as you, you realise. He's in the same position as you, confused, saddened, burdened with regrets, and yearning.

"Of course you'd notice. You know me best, you'd recognise me from miles away," you laugh, but it comes out more as a sob. You tug your hood down, revealing yourself and smile sadly. He stares at you, mouth slightly ajar then quickly composes himself.

"I'm Y/N, but not the Y/N you know. I…I come from an alternate universe where I'm, well, clearly not dead. You are though. In my universe. You're dead, I buried you with our daughter in the river where you fought with Vander and since then I — I —" You collapse in his arms, tears streaming down your face. Gripping onto his coat tightly, you wail, scream, let out everything you've been bottling up all this time. You can't stop, the dam has been broken but Silco holds onto you still, cradling your shaking body in his arms.

"I've missed you. I've missed you so bad. I need you, please, I'm lost without you, I don't know what to do, I don't know how to do what you do, I — I just…I just want you by my side again." You weakly cling to him, fingernails digging into his arms.

"I've missed you too." His voice is but a whisper in the wind, his breath warm in your ear. He buries his face into your hair, arms wrapped tightly around you until your tears run dry.

"I'm sorry." You wipe away your tears, pulling away from him. "I shouldn't have —"

"Don't leave just yet. Stay a while more, please." His voice wavers, a weakness you've never seen him display before. Your Silco always hid his weaknesses, only ever displaying them in private intimate moments with you, and even then he never let his voice betray his true feelings, instead putting them into his actions. He always put you first, doing all he could to be strong for you so that you could lean on him whenever you needed to. To see, no hear, him falter, it shattered your heart like never before.

"Just for tonight," you whisper, letting yourself lean into his chest. "We — I shouldn't be doing this."

"Just for tonight," he echoes, closing his eye as he rests his head on yours. You close your eyes, imagining that it's your Silco who's cradling you, your Silco whose arms are wrapped tightly around you.

"I couldn't keep my promise to you." His voice cuts through the silence that has befallen the both of you. "I let you die in my arms, it's because of me that you were never able to see the future we dreamed of. I let you down."

You silently remain curled up against his chest, staring out at the nation of Zaun. Something wet lands on your arm and when you look up, you realise what it is.

Tears. He's crying.

You reach up, gently wiping the tears away. He blinks, taken aback then grabs you by the wrist with one hand while the other lifts your chin. You look directly into his eye, heart thundering in your chest and let him guide you once more.

"You're not my Y/N," he murmurs, "but I —"

"You're not my Silco either, and I know I'll never get him back, but just for tonight, let's pretend like we're in a perfect world." You close the distance, pressing your lips against his. He kisses back, hungrily devouring every inch of you. Your fingers thread through his hair, pulling him closer and he rests a hand on the back of your head, supporting it as he kisses you fervently.

"I love you," he gasps as you both pull apart, his voice breaking. "I love you."

"I love you too." You press your forehead against his, slipping your hands into his. "I always will."

Taking a deep breath, you break away, taking one last look at him. You have to go, leave the past behind and not look back, no matter how painful it is. Reaching out, you run your thumb over his scar, swallowing the lump of grief in your throat.

"I will never forget you. Thank you, for everything, Silco."

He watches you leave, a heavy feeling in his heart as he plays with ring sitting on his ring finger. Still, he can't stop the smile from forming on his face. It really was you. You're as strong as ever, forging on ahead no matter how difficult the path is and he's proud, even if it's you from another universe. But he's not. He's never been like you, he's always looked back, letting the past fuel him so he chases after you.

One last glimpse, he tells himself. One last time, then he'll let finally let you go.

One last time, you think to yourself, taking in your surroundings. This is the last time you'll ever see this universe, you're going home now, to your friends, your people, to the place where you created so many memories both good and bad.

As the arcane swirls around you, Powder enters the lab, watching with both awe and sadness. Ekko meets her gaze and you can see the conflict but also the resolve in his eyes. He would make a fine leader of Zaun, you think, maybe it's time to sit back and let the next generation break the cycle.

"Y/N!" Your head snaps in the direction of the voice. Silco?

He mouths something but the arcane is making too much noise for you to hear him. Yet, somehow, you know what he's saying. Smiling, you meet his gaze, a weight lifting itself off your chest.

I will always, remember you.

[clos-posts]

Okay so, hear me out:

I've been on a bit of a Merlin fanfic hyperfocuse and came across another "I'm Emrys" where Merlin has to perform magic for Arthur to believe him, in front of the entire round table council, and I had a thought.

So, we all know that Merlin is magic itself, spells that seemed powerful to other sorcerers are not that powerful to Merlin and my hc is that these spells barely make his eyes turn gold, like maybe a flicker so fast the average person will miss it.

So I imagine Merlin saying he's Emrys and Arthur being all 'well then prove it' and Merlin makes a fireball (cliche I know but bear with me). Now Arthur has seen this spell and though he has a merger knowledge of magic, knows that it's quite a powerful spell and that most sorcerers eyes are practically a blinding gold, but Merlins eyes don't change. That and Merlin doesn't even speak and therefore didn't cast a spell.

Arthur, thinking that some other sorcerer helped Merlin with his self-sacrificing, kind-hearted, not wanting anyone to die personality, appear as if Merlin is this 'Emrys' and in a patience but patronizing tone tells Merlin that's is honorable to try and protect this Emrys, but his eyes didn't even change colour and therefore can not be a sorcerer.

Merlin, in a very Merlin way, huffs and proceeds to say something like 'Well duh, that was a very simple spell. Doesn't even require that much magic to perform' and the entire room goes silent.

(meanwhile Guise blood pressure has skyrocketed and is on the verge of either killing Merlin himself or having a heart attack. He hasn't decided yet.)

Arthur, absolutely baffled (and a little turn on at the casual display of apparently immense power), asks: 'What will make your eyes gold then? If you even are a sorcerer?'

Merlin, never one to back down from a challenge and already too deep into this, shrugs and says 'We would need to be outside'

And that's how the whole council ends up on the training grounds opposite Merlin waiting in anticipation as to what he will do.

There's silence so thick that no one dares break until Merlin starts to chant. At first nothing happens and Arthur is relieved (and a little disappointed), but then clouds start to gather, think dark clouds above them, and Merlin starts to get louder. Thunder claps across the sky and there electricity in the air making Arthur's hair stand on end and a shiver works its way down his spine. He looks at Merlin and though it's subtle at first, his eyes are glowing gold.

The tension builds and builds and with one final shout from Merlin, his eyes, a brilliant gold, as lightning falls all around him, clashing to the ground destroying the train field in its wake.

Arthur can do nothing but stare. Breath caught, heart hammer, and a sudden hot arousal catching him off guard. He can do nothing but stare at Merlin, his loyal manservant, standing amidst the lighting with his head thrown back and a look of contentment on his face, as if performing magic of this magnitude is comfortable, relaxing, an everyday occurrence.

When Merlins eyes meet Arthur's, there's a, small, sad smile on his lips, and then quicker then it had started the lightning stops and the clouds disappear, and the only thing that can be heard is the birds beginning to sing again.

Arthur can't think of anything to say and stupidly say 'you destroyed the training grounds'. Merlin at this point blushes, stammers out an apology before waving his hand with a few muttered words and the training field is in perfect condition once again.

Arthur and the entire council are baffled.

Then, before anyone could say anything, Arthur blurts out a command for Merlin to go to Arthur's chambers and he does. Without question. Just a shrug, and walks off. Arthur is wheeling. This powerful sorcerer, who just showed them a feat that no mortal man will ever replicate just listens to his command with nothing but a shrug!

Anyway, once Arthur has calmed the council somewhat he makes his way to his chambers. Once he enters Merlin is speaking so fast it's hard to keep up, something about coins, destiny and then shockingly how Arthur is the only person that can kill him if he uses Excalibur. What. The. Fuck.

Arthur: I'm not going to kill you Merlin!! Why would I kill you?!?

Merlin: Well, I mean, umm, I'm a sorcerer? Emery's? The strongest warlock to ever walk the Earth?

Arthur: I'm not going to kill you Merlin. However! If you do not take me to bed and absolutely ravish me in the next 10 minutes, I may have to resort to drastic measures!

Merlin, absolutely gobsmacked, face red: Wh- what measures..?

Arthur, absolutely confident, turned on beyond belief, practically gagging for it: I'll start begging.

And before he knows it Merlin pounces, and the rest is history.

That was not meant to be as long as it was... 😂

BUT!! If someone who writes fics could take this and write a fully fleshed version on this and then tag me in it I would be forever grateful. ADHD and dyslexia does not make a good writer for me unfortunately 🥲🥲🥲

OH! One last thing! I have a hc that cold iron had a natural negative field which repels energy which is why those that have learned magic have it cut off when chained in cold iron. They can't draw upon their magic from the energy around them. However, with Merlin being magic it's a little different for him.

So, I had this image of a knight, without prompting thinking he's doing what the king would want, walks up to Merlin at some point during his light show and slaps cold iron shackles on him. But, instead of the magic stopping, Merlins eyes grow brighter and bright, and the shackles start to shake and groan, because whilst cold iron does repel energy, it's a little hard to do that from both sides and can't take the pressure. At some point the shackles start to glow as the negative properties of the iron are being overwhelmed and forced into itself. Merlin looks down, looks back at the now terrified knight and says: You should probably duck. And no soon has the knight hit the ground the shackles explode, for lack of a better word. No harm done to Merlin tho.

[fluffylino]

Strawberry Cow ! Chan 🌸🍓🌸

he's not just any kind of hybrid...he's the first ever 'male' cow you've ever met. chan's a sweetheart, even more so when he's milked...

(i was suppozed to write this a year ago and finally here it is, enjoy lovelies <333)

reblogging > liking

part two

-contains mildly suggestive themes

Hybrids were pretty much accepted into this world of ours. they were treated like humans, with respect (most of the time) and accepted into society quite easily.

And somehow you found yourself accidently conversing with one particular male hybrid.

he was handsome.

so incredibly beautiful, it made you question if he was even real.

two horns on either side of his head and a pair of fluffy white ears twitched beneath them. it wasn't a white that hits the eye, it was a white that looked like freshly whipped cream. with soft fur that was slightly longer than usual.

you weren't quite sure what species he was. it was difficult to make out and honestly nervewracking to ask a hybrid that kind of question.

it was almost the same as asking a human if they were a person of colour, as if they were of ethnic descent.

he could be a gazelle? maybe a buck?

but his horns weren't so sleek and thin. they were neither black in colour.

instead his thicker horns were a complete contrast to his dark hair.

a bull, maybe? or did he dye his hair?

you were about to lose your mind.

"I'm actually a cow hybrid..." he let out so quietly, with a nervous smile. Damn, he was too beautiful for his own good.

"I've never seen a cow hybrid" you mutter without much thought.

instantly regretting your statement upon seeing his awkward stance.

"no no i meant i've never seen a cow hybrid as handsome as you" waving your hands dramatically to clear the tense air.

"as...handsome as..me?" he mumbles and you were sure your heart stopped beating.

"oh god it was wrong of me to assume what you are and how you'd prefer to be addressed-"

your voice dying down as you hear him laugh.

its such a soft laugh, it goes straight to your heart. neither mocking nor a loud one. soothing to the ears.

"i'm sorry if i'm so shaky...its been a long time since anyone has ever..complimented me..."

you sighed in relief, letting a smile creep up on your face. his cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink and you knew you looked as shy as him.

The small coffee joint was beginning to crowd and it seemed that neither of y'all liked crowded spaces.

the cow hybrid slowly stood up, straightening his posture and your eyes widened.

he was well built, a good height compared to yours and his muscles were defined enough to leave an imprint on the shirt he was wearing. loosely buttoned up and hanging low on his collar. Black really was his colour...

you mentioned his build, complimenting him to the point his ears were redder than ever. shy little giggles escaping his plush lips. gosh...

his lips made you want to kiss him senseless.

"could we..uhm...be friends or uh more...i mean-" he mumbles, stuttering so sweetly.

"of course, darling. but you never quite told me your name?" you coo.

"I'm chan or...you can..call me chris"

he smiled continously as you told him your name and how you come by here often.

his ear twitching excitedly when the two of y'all share phone numbers. promising to keep in touch in the days to come.

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Chan was a lot different from your first meeting. considering the fact that nearly a month or more than a month had passed.

you happened to find out how much a hybrid like him had to go through. to you, he was an ordinary cow hybrid. but chan explained how the term 'ordinary' never existed in his vocabulary.

of course you knew he was a male but what did not strike you was the fact that he shouldve been called a bull.

Instead he was classified under cow, making him a proper cow hybrid.

Taking into consideration that he was also a male, made it difficult for him to lead his life as usual. bodily changes and phenomenon occurring during certain periods made the poor hybrid's life tougher.

Cases like him were rare, not exactly non existent.

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His room was unimaginably aesthetic. changing colours that faded to pink and purple, sometimes gold.

one thing you realised was his love for the colour black. laughing when he opens his cupboard. it was a black hole in there with numerous clothes lined up.

making yourself comfortable on his bed, you noticed how on-edge he was. his behaviour much different, extra shy as he sheepishly sat beside you. your backs resting against the wooden headboard.

"why'd you call me here, channie?" you asked, smiling at the way his thin sleek tail swished around.

his eyes gaze at you with such pureness, you blurt out another statement.

"I mean, i'd spend my entire day or even week with you if you wanted! but i just got a bit worried because you called me here oit of the blue, baby"

reassuring him while patting his knee lovingly.

"I..I wanted to come c-clear about myself"

you nodded, urging him to go on. he pauses, looking at you for a few seconds. theres this nervousness in his energy and you scooch closer to him.

"I lactate...almost every four days, sometimes every two days depending on tge weather..." gazing at you sweetly.

"yes, im aware channie"

"you know about-" his eyes widen, surprise in his tone.

"of course I do, did you really think I wouldn't find ways to help you after you told me how hard your day to day life is"

you joked lightly.

"if i don't...milk myself every now and then, I feel full. like heavy.."

you squeeze his hand fondly, interlocking your fingers.

"do you do it manually? or do you use some kind of device?"

from his expression and body language, you could see him grow comfortable.

"manually...pumps are quite the price"

you gasp, wondering if you pried a little too deep. chan takes it as you being weirded out but you stop him before he starts overthinking.

"no no no sweerheart, i was just surprised that you did it manually for so many years"

"i've tried a pump once or twice...but i don't like the feeling...it made me feel like an object..." he pauses, cheeks turning pink as ever before he continues.

"whenever i...uhm my chest swells and gets really sensitive..."

well that was new info to you.

"like mine?" you let out, laughing as his ears twitch and he blinks furiously.

"w-what do you mean-"

"I meant like does your chest get to like my size? i'm pretty average but does yours get bigger?"

the strawberry cow hybrid blushed.

"it depends! on m-my mood and..uhm everything"

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"Chris?! what's wrong?"

worry filling your mind. the hybrid looked distressed and out of his senses. sweating profusely.

"its n-nothing, I don't feel so good" he tried to reassure although it wasn't quite reassuring to you.

his fluffy ears were lopsided and his tail swished around desperately

you cupped his face gently. his reaction waw everything. nuzzling into your palm. it was obvious. it was happening.

"channie. baby look at me"

you urged, making him focus on you. and only you.

"do you want me to help you?"

"help...help with milking me? p-please?" his tone gentle and he uttered a small plea.

"just place your hand h-here and massage slowly"

his bigger hand held onto yours as he pressed your palm flat on his chest. he was right. his chest was swell and warmer than ever.

"do you mind, baby.."

obediently he held his shirt between his teeth. gnawing on the material. you let your hand run over his toned abdomen. feeling up his tense muscles.

"y-you're so fit, channie" he grunted softly.

his milk running down your fingers slowly. with every massage, more seeped out of his pretty nubs.

unconciously you stuck your tongue out, licking up the droplets that rolled down the expanse of his chest.

"ah don't let it g-go to waste p-please please"

begging you to drink more. his hands squeezing yours. whining so sweetly as you sucked his pumped up chest. his breathing quick and shaky.

god, you wanted to corrupt him...

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fuck...part 2?

should i?!

this concept to me, is so hot!!!!!

i wrote a part two-

[rallamajoop]

The Complete Guide to Eye Colour In Resident Evil 8

Alright. I've cracked open the game files to extract every eye-related asset I could find. I've installed a bunch of mods to let me remove face coverings and zoom all the way in on the RE8 model viewer. Let's settle this one once and for all!

The short version, for those who just want a cheat sheet:

Ethan Winters: Hazel

Miranda & the Four Lords: Various greys

Bela, Cassandra and Daniela: Yellow

Mia, Rose, Chris and the Duke: Blue

Every local villager: Blue

Most of these are, of course, open to some interpretation, even beyond the usual scope for debating the exact line between grey and blue, etc. Does the eye colour on Ethan's model even count as canon, when you never see it in game? Does Donna's, when her eyes are either hidden behind a veil or vanishing as the light fades from them? It's up to you. But have some longer notes below.

Ethan

For Ethan, I could not get a good shot of his in-game model even with mods, so the render comes from Noesis (a tool for viewing game assets). His eyes are a sorta dark-blue-brown, which I think I can safely class as 'hazel' under the standard definition of "kinda brown, but not, like, brown-brown".

Unsurprisingly, the texture for Ethan's eyes has barely changed from the one in RE7 (lower resolution, and with a larger pupil than most in RE8) ‒ because why update what won't even be seen? But they're still distinctly different from every other character in either game, so I like to see hazel-eyed-Ethan as the official version myself.

Miranda and the Four Lords

Genetically unrelated though they may all be, Miranda and her four "children" all have some variant of washed-out-blue-grey-eyes ‒ even Moreau, who has the least human-looking eyes in the family. Is the mould a factor? (Insert your own theories here!)

Donna's eyes look brown in her portrait, and I would not blame anyone for taking that as more definitive than her character model. But the portrait is dark and fairly low-resolution, and her eyes are very pale in death, so I'd still tend towards the grey-blue of the model myself.

For such different characters, Dimitrescu and Heisenberg's very-pale-grey eyes are remarkably similar. Even Donna's are arguably just a darkened version of the same colouration, and all three have areas of orange-brown discolouration near their pupils.

Apparently this counts as a form of heterochromia ("central heterochromia"), which gets some people very excited. Realistically though, this particular form of heterochromia is so common that you probably don't even notice it most of the time (pick an eye colour, plug it into google image search, and I guarantee you will find examples without even looking for them).

The same central-orange-brown-region is also present for Mia, baby Rose, and Ethan ‒ you can even see a traces of the same in the Baker family (though not Miranda herself). And it's tempting to start to theorise that blue/grey-eyes-with-brown-centres are a symptom of mould-infection ‒ but then, two of the five members of Chris' team have it too, as well as some of the villagers. It's not there for every blue-eyed character in this game, but it's probably just one of Capcom's standard ways of adding a little realistic variation to eye textures.

All that said, Heisenberg, Dimitrescu and Miranda's eyes are so pale that they look just a little bit unnatural, and I'd be very surprised if that wasn't deliberate.

As for mutated forms, Heisenberg is the only one whose monster-form maintains his original eyes ‒ though they're darknened by a heavy pink overlay, which looks even more extreme to me in his game model than it does in the asset, so there's probably another layer of filters on top of it.

Dimitrescu and Moreau just get pupil-less white eyes in their own monster forms (though Moreau certainly gets plenty of other monster-eyes elsewhere on his body). And Miranda gets just one weird eye in the middle of her forehead, for whatever reason. Other monsters in this game have all manner of different eyes, probably just whatever the designer thought looked cool ‒ there's no one, consistent mould-infection-standard, just an awful lot of bizarre individual variation.

Bela, Cassandra and Daniella

All have unnatural yellow eyes, which I think we can take as a cadou-fly-people trait. Their eyes are so consistent they all seem to use the same eye-texture-asset between the three of them, so I haven't bothered including it three times.

There's also one official render of Lady Dimitrescu which gives her almost-glowing yellow eyes, though there's a yellow tint to all the light in the picture, so it may just be reflecting ambient lighting. Still, if you want to theorise she can make her eyes do that, that pic's arguably as canon as anything else.

Rosemary Winters

Rose's eyes seem to change a little between her baby stage and her teen years, losing those brown centres, though they're still a similar blue otherwise. The much stranger thing is that both baby and teen Rose's models have two slightly different extra red eye textures included alongside the standard blue ones, and I could not tell you what they're for.

Possibly there's some way of superimposing the red over the blue base to create the glowing-white-eyes you see when she uses her powers. But that doesn't happen until the DLC (which has even more confusing eye textures which might work for this purposes), and never to baby Rose, so I'm not entirely convinced. Were Rose's eyes supposed to flash red at some point in development? I have no idea.

Mia and Chris

Get grouped together because both appeared in RE7, where their models had brown eyes instead of blue. This makes more sense for Chris, whose model was completely redesigned for RE8, but what's going on with Mia? Her eyes are the same colour before and after she's infected in RE7, and her eyes only get even more brown when she's being mind-controlled, so I don't think we can blame the mould. I'm going to have to assume Capcom just changed them when they reworked her model for RE8 (which has changed, if not nearly so much as Chris') and didn't notice, or didn't expect anyone in the audience would.

I could not actually find any textures for Chris' eyes in the RE7 files, probably because he only shows his face in cutscenes stored in video format, but here's a close-up pic anyway.

The Villagers (and the Duke)

There are 8 named villager characters in the village files, but only five different eye textures to share between them ‒ and two of those are just lightly-adjusted variants on one of the first three. Luiza's model doesn't even have textures for her eyes ‒ I assume her model just references eyes from one of the first five.

Below in order are Elena, Leonardo, Roxana (the other woman at Luiza's), Griggori (man with the gun who Ethan meets first), and finally, the common texture used by Anton, Iulian, Sebastian, and even the Duke. Maybe we can blame inbreeding.

I doubt there's any important buried lore to be found in the fact the Duke has the same eyes as half the village, it's probably just a texture the developers liked using for characters whose eyes would never have to be seen up close.

Chris' Team

Yet more pseudo-canonical eyes, never actually seen in game. But they do all have detailed face models (you can reveal them with mods), probably because there were plans to give them bigger roles earlier in development. Their eye textures are an a different format to the usual, possibly because their models are invisible and incomplete, but they do match what that mod reveals.

The team are notable mostly for containing some of the very few white-skinned but brown-eyed characters in the game (the mother and daughter on the bus from Rose's epilogue are the only others) ‒ though the team isn't all white anyway.

And having now spent way too long digging into this subject, I'm not totally sure Capcom is aware that green eyes are a thing that a) exist, and b) can be as common as blue in some parts of Europe, because Eveline is the only person in this game with green eyes, and she's just a hallucination.

What colour eyes do white people have again? Blue, right? Blue eyes for everyone!

You may draw your own conclusions.

[wileys-russo]

Okay so I've got a little scenario for Freasa. Maybe when she was little Alexia always let her colour in her tattoos. So one morning after Jenni stayed over at Alexias, fresa takes her pens to Alexias room to colour in her tattoos (its like 6 am or smthing) and finds Jenni sleeping there. So instead starts colouring Jennis tattoos because shes got even more.

part of the fresa universe colouring book II a.putellas

from a very young age you knew that you often woke up a lot earlier than you were supposed to. you knew that you were supposed to lay back down, close your eyes, cuddle with red and try and go back to sleep.

you knew if you couldn't hear cars zooming past, people chattering or birds chirping then it was too early for girls like you to be awake. or at least thats what your mami had always told you, and never wanting to upset her you had done your best to listen.

but this morning nothing was working, you were wide awake and your body was far too full of energy to rest, limbs near vibrating as if you could shoot lightning bolts from your finger.

so you entertained yourself in your room for awhile, trying to be as quiet as you could as you made engine noises with your mouth and raced your collection of matchbox cars around the track made of cardboard alexia and alba had crafted for you one rainy afternoon when they grew tired of you using their arms and legs as makeshift roads.

but you eventually grew bored of that too, laying on your back on the floor as you counted the stars stuck to your roof, red cuddled into your side as you used her arm to point out each constellation, chattering away to her as if she could understand.

then that grew tiresome as well and you rummaged through your toys, huffing and sitting on the floor with a scowl, falling quiet and straining your ears for any sign of life throughout the house.

sometimes your mami or alexia would be up early, trying to be as quiet as can be as to not wake you, wanting a few moments of peace in the tranquil morning to make a coffee and watch the sunrise without you zooming around.

this morning though you had no such luck, opening your door and poking your head out seeing the house was still dark. the living room curtains still drawn and no one to be seen or found, all the other doors firmly closed as your eyes scanned the hallway.

closing your door again you stood up on your bed, peering out your window on tip toes as your nose pressed to the glass. you perked up seeing a small group of women run past and a car reverse out of your neighbours driveway.

that meant it was early, but you knew that it was late enough your cartoons would probably be on.

your neighbor worked weekends and every sunday she would leave your mami was normally already up making breakfast, and you were camped out in the living room watching your shows.

so you didn't know why your mami wasn't up yet, but now you knew it wasn't too early for you to be up your steps were less calculated and you made less of an effort to be quiet as you opened your door again, red firmly in hand as you made your way to the living room.

your first move was to open the curtains, grabbing them in hand and running as you yanked them open and the once dark room flooded with light causing you to nod happily at your efforts.

the next step was to locate the remote so you could turn the tv on, though you scowled seeing it was up on the counter and out of reach, alexia or alba probably the last ones to have gone to bed last night and left it there.

your hands on hips you glared up at the remote as if that would help, alas you did not have any super powers and it remained unmoved. so with a huff you were back to square one, dragging your feet back to your room and sitting in the middle of the floor.

you thought about going to wake up your mami, but both of your sisters had warned time and time again that it wasn't good manners to do so as your mami worked hard and deserved to sleep in when she wanted to.

you spent a further five minutes wandering around your room trying to find something to keep yourself occupied, then finally when you spotted it your eyes lit up, gathering what you needed as the cogs in your head turned to formulate a plan.

she might not normally sleep in however when she did alexia was a deep sleeper, especially when she'd fall asleep on the sofa watching a movie, normally after a day of double training.

you'd first picked up the habit when you'd watched alba draw on alexia's face one night when she'd passed out cold during a movie, your eldest sister not even stirring somehow as alba had gratified all over her.

it was needless to say though alba gained something else on her face later that night when alexia had woken up, a whopping black eye which had gone bright purple and yellow as it healed much to your fascination.

but still it had meant that the next time your sister had been tired enough to let her guard down and fall asleep on the sofa you'd been the one to draw, though not on her face instead rather on her arms.

alexia had woken much faster this time, causing you to cry out in annoyance as she'd pushed you away from her assuming you were simply copying alba, a fierce warning glare sent in your direction.

"ale you ruined my picture!" you accused her with a scowl, plodding yourself back down closer to her and grabbing her hand, settling her arm back down in your lap as alexia frowned and looked a little closer.

her face softened seeing no malice in your actions, rather just using her arm as a makeshift colouring book you'd already scribbled in the tattoo on her upper bicep, now going freehand on her forearm instead.

"lo siento hermanita. it is a very nice eh...egg?" alexia guessed with a wince at the blob you were poking at with your markers. "no! its the sun." you replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, alexia cringing at the thought of how long it was going to take her to wash this off later.

"of course it is fresa, muy bonito." she ruffled your hair with her free hand as you gave her a happy grin. "you look tired ale, go back to sleep." you patted her fondly on the knee making your sister smile and shake her head.

"promise me something?" you paused your colouring, waiting expectantly for her to continue. "when alba gets home, if she tries to join you colouring while i am asleep, poke her in the eye with one of these hermana." your sister held up a marker and gave you a serious look as you giggled.

you quickly agreed as her fingers poked at your sides tickling you, swatting them away as alexia shifted to get more comfortable, picking you up and swinging her legs to lay down, dropping you down on top of her and pulling her hood over her head, adjusting the pillow beneath it.

"can i draw on your leg?" you asked, already uncapping a new marker as alexia hummed, eyes closing as you busied yourself now drawing on your new canvas, your sister having no troubles falling right back to sleep despite it.

so with that in mind you grabbed your markers, arms full with as many colors as you could hold and practically running down the hall where your eldest sisters room lay at the end.

the first hurdle came when her door was closed, causing you to have to drop all of your markers with an annoyed grunt, reaching up to open her door and pushing it open.

the next hurdle came when you noticed a distinct lack of anybody in the room, your sisters bed empty which only confused you given she was home when you'd gone to sleep last night, and she hadn't been alone either.

you jumped as a hand landed on your head, tilting it back as you looked up and met jenni's smile, the girl returning from the bathroom.

"why are you up so early hm fresa? it is a sunday." the striker chuckled. "i can't sleep, its so boring!" you groaned, sagging against her leg causing her smile to grow.

"is it now?" jenni hummed, her fingers threading through your hair and scratching at your scalp as your eyes started to close. "hey!" you realised what she was doing as you ducked away, glaring up at the much taller girl.

"where's ale?" you asked your sisters girlfriend. "she also could not sleep so she went for a run. you really are a mini alexia huh?" jenni teased, leaning down to scoop you up but frowning as you darted out of reach.

"está todo bien chiqui? did you have a bad dream?" jenni's features softened realising it wasn't her you'd come in here searching for. "no. but when ale is asleep sometimes she lets me draw on her." you explained, hurrying to grab your markers as jenni watched on still squatted down.

"jenni you have lots of drawings already, way more than ale! can i colour them?" you asked hopefully, jenni taking a handful of markers for you seeing you were struggling and making a mental note to buy you some sort of pencil case before she came over next.

"por supuesto!" you giggled as the girl grabbed you and stood, tossing you over her shoulder as you gripped your markers tight as to not drop them.

"but not in here, if you get marker on your hermanas white sheets she might kill you." jenni tutted, a squeal leaving your lips as she tickled your foot and carried you out of the room, a cautious glance to eli's room had her gently shushing you realising the older woman was still asleep.

"alba always says she's gonna kill me, mami said its uh..." you frowned trying to remember the words as jenni dropped you onto the couch. "empty threat!" you perked up in memory causing jenni to laugh as she moved to push the living room door closed.

the two of you got settled and comfortable, your cartoons playing and markers all laid out in colour coded order where you could reach as jenni had rolled up one sleeve of her shirt to allow you full access to her tattoo littered arm.

"what does this one mean?" you asked for about the tenth time, jenni near drifting off over and over but jolted back awake at your repeated questioning. "i thought it was cool." the spaniard shrugged as you poked at the bright yellow smiley face tattoo on her upper bicep.

"you said that already!" you weren't happy with her answer having heard it several times before. "qué? do you want me to lie?" jenni teased pushing at your forehead with a grin.

"no. but mami says that special drawings gotta have meaning, thats why i can't get any cause i'm not old enough to have meaning." you explained, the tip of the marker scratching against jenni's skin as she chuckled.

"you cannot get any pequeña because it is illegal to get a tattoo at six." jenni grinned as you readied yourself to remind her you were almost seven in a few months time.

though before you could keys could be heard jingling in the front door and it opened, alexia stepping inside as your head popped up over the back of the couch as your sisters eyebrows raised up in surprise. though spotting jenni and the markers all over the coffee table alexia chuckled.

"i thought we talked about not waking people up fresita!" your sister tutted, wrapping her earphones around her phone and placing it down on the counter as she sat down at the dining room table to unlace her shoes.

"i didn't promise! jenni was awake...sort of." you defended as jenni winked at her girlfriend who rolled her eyes fondly and made her way over. her hand came to cover your face as she leaned down to kiss her girlfriend good morning.

"i know you're kissing!" you huffed, words muffled against her hand and jenni's laugh ringing out at them as you tried to pry your sisters hand away from your face.

"kissing is gross!" you continued hearing them kiss again before jenni got up to go to the bathroom and you felt the couch move as her weight beside your disappeared.

"oh no fres." alexia gasped finally letting you go as you frowned. "my legs...they're not working!" alexia continued as you scrambled to try and run away but it was too late as your older sisters body collapsed down on top of you.

"get off!" you grunted, legs stretched out and pressing against her back trying to hold her off but it was no use as she was much bigger than you. "ale!" you whined, fists hitting at her back as she sighed and stretched out, squishing you against the couch and her body.

"you're sweaty and smelly and gross!" you protested, face screwed up in disgust as your sister gasped again. "tan grosero hermanita." alexia tutted with a shake of her head, pinching your cheeks and cooing at your efforts to throw her off with a grin.

"mami!" you suddenly screamed at the top of your lungs, alexia hurrying to cover your mouth but it was too late as a few seconds later the living room door opened and eli shuffled out, clad in slippers and a robe.

"alexia get off your sister por favor." the woman sighed with a shake of her head, making a beeline toward the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. "mami she's fine! we're just hugging." alexia grinned at the older woman who hummed and shook her head.

"oh no no no." your sister sat up and grabbed you as you tried to run, wrapping your arms around your torso and squishing you into a very sweaty bear hug given she'd just ran six miles.

"te quiero pequeña!" your sister sloppily kissed your cheek as your teeth snapped at her causing her to snicker at your habit of trying to bite people, something which had gotten you into trouble many times when you were younger.

"hey say it back!" alexia frowned now as you shook your head firmly, still squirming and kicking trying to break out of her hold as jenni returned. "jenni!" you yelled out for help, the girl only sending you an amused smile and joining eli in the kitchen.

"say that you love me!" alexia demanded again, not used to you not saying it back right away as you continued to fight against her. "alba!" you tried again as your other older sister awoke, much earlier than usual but drawn by the smell of coffee as she appeared.

though the girl still half asleep your cries for help were again ignored, but with alexia's attention captured momentarily by a question from eli about her game later this afternoon you took advantage, teeth sinking into her hand.

"hijo de puta!" your older sister swore letting you go to nurse her injury as you jumped down and raced away, alexia mumbling things under her breath as alba snickered and took a seat at the counter.

"ale said a bad word." you reported to eli who smiled and smoothed your hair out of your face. "you bit me!" your sister yelled out from the living room as you smiled innocently, hugging eli's leg whose eyes rolled fondly.

"such a baby." alexia grumbled, hand pulling at your hair and foot kicking at you as she grabbed a cup of coffee and moved around to sit by alba on the counter. "am not!" you piped back, eli shushing your argument.

"i want coffee." you shook your head as jenni offered the usual glass of juice you'd drink of a morning, eli lifting you up to sit on the counter as you pulled a face at both your sisters.

jenni gave a questioning look to eli who gave a small nod, jenni offering you her own coffee as your sisters watched on curiously when you took a cautious sip.

your face was calm for a second before it scrunched up at the awful bitter taste and you started to cough and shake your head, eli gently patting your back and jenni hastily handing you the cup of juice which you prompty chugged.

"ay dios fresa." alexia sighed, hand coming to wipe away the juice which missed your mouth and dribbled down your chin which was then wiped on alba's shoulder who scoffed and shoved her in disgust.

"did you like the coffee chiqui?" jenni teased as you firmly shook your head. "yuck!" you pulled a face and sculled the rest of your juice.

"what is this one hermana? a...turtle?" alexia guessed, now standing next to her girlfriend and inspecting your colouring job which had moved to you drawing on some tattoos of your own on jenni's bare wrist.

"no it's a strawberry!"

[e1e4n0r5]

Opposites Attract

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: College AU. Jock Vi x Class President Reader

Words: 5366 (not including text messages)

Synopsis: As the star of the football team, Vi Lanes can't risk her reputation by associating with the nerdy Class President. It won't stop her fucking you, though.

Warnings: Vi is kinda mean, alcohol (college party), top!Vi, bottom!reader, teasing from peers, spanking, mild choking, bondage/wrist restraint, edging and ruined orgasm, pussy slapping, fingering (r! receiving), oral sex (Vi and r! receiving), strap on (r! receiving), reference to strap as cock, hair pulling, name calling, Vi wipes her fingers 👀 on your face, smidgen of aftercare

Notes: I know nothing about American football, so neither does Reader! I've also never written college AUs before and yet this is the second one in a week 😂

Vi Lanes had beer running down her throat, upside down and weightless, as the crowd around her chanted like she was a goddamn legend.

She dropped down from the keg stand, wiping her mouth with the back of her bandaged hand to a round of cheers and someone slapping her on the back hard enough to knock her forward. She grinned, flushed and victorious, and took a dramatic bow.

And that’s when she saw you.

The Class President. In the chaos of a keg party.

Across the room, you chatted with Mel in the hallway, laughing genuinely, holding a can of premixed Cosmo.

Oh, this was too good.

“What she doing here?” she asked Jayce beside her.

He groaned. “Vi, you may not like her, but other people do! She’s CP, for fuck’s sake, a good one too!”

“Be right back,” she muttered, a small sway to her steps.

She cut across the living room, dodging a couple making out near the coat rack. You hadn’t seen her yet, too busy being charming and composed in the middle of this trainwreck.

Vi drawled your name, coming to a stop next to you and Mel. “Didn’t think you knew how to party without a sign-up sheet.”

You turned your head, your eyes doing a full, deliberate examination of her tank top, ripped jeans, and boots, and then came back up to rest on her face.

���I’m surprised you’re still upright,” you replied smoothly.

Vi smirked. “Aww, you worried about me?”

“Just don’t want any accidents,” you said. “Lots of paperwork and PR when college students end up in hospital with alcohol poisoning.”

“You think one little keg stand is gonna put me in the hospital? Cupcake, I’m offended.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Is this you trying to flirt with me?”

Vi tilted her head. “Trying?”

Neither of you noticed Mel slipping away with a grin on her face.

You gave her a tired look, but she didn’t miss the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips.

“Why you here?” she asked. “Figured you’d be home…Alphabetising colour-coded spreadsheets or somethin’.”

You glared, stiffening a little. “I was invited,” you folded your arms. “I might leave soon anyway. Always got loads of work to do.”

Vi stepped just a bit closer, bracing her forearm against the wall next to your head. “Need a ride?”

You frowned. “You’re drunk, you can’t drive.”

“Not drunk, sugar, I can handle my shit.”

“Still wouldn’t pass a breathalyser. My house is only a few minutes away, anyway; I walked over.”

Vi looked down at your feet. “In those heels? Damn, Cupcake, you’re tough.”

You smiled back as you wiggled your toes. “I swapped out my flats when I got here.”

She regarded your feet in your heels. “Well, what do you say we head back to yours and you put those heels on my shoulders?”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

She smirked back. “First time with a girl?”

“No.”

“Great. Shall we get going then?”

You regarded her closely. “You're serious?”

“Deadass, baby.”

“This isn’t a joke?"

“No joke.”

“We’re going back to my house, together?”

“Yup.”

“To do what?”

Vi smirked. “I got a few ideas. Want me to tell you all of ‘em?”

You blushed. Why not? Violet Lanes might be a dick, but you only live once, and you couldn’t deny how hot she was. “Okay. Let’s go.”

She put her arm around your waist, escorting you to the door. She pushed aside the couple still making out by the coat rack, handing you your coat and mesh bag with spare flats, and pulled on her own leather jacket.

As Vi opened the front door and ushered you out, Jayce and Mel watched you leave. With a groan, he pulled out his wallet, took out a $10 bill, slapping it into her hand.

She smiled back, tucking it into her bra. “It's only taken them two years.”

Vi practically fell into the armchair opposite Jayce and Mel as they sat curled up on the sofa in their shared house. “Sup,” she greeted.

They both grinned at Vi, who was oblivious as she cracked open the tab of her drink.

“Hey,” Jayce greeted. “How are you feeling after last night?”

Vi swigged her drink as memories of you flooded her brain. The sounds you made as she fucked you with her fingers, her name spilling from your lips like a prayer; the smell and feel of your perfect pussy on her face, your soft, warm thighs clamped around her head; the sight of you on your knees in front of her, looking up at her with those beautiful eyes as you ate her out. It definitely hadn’t been your first time eating cunt. Her clit throbbed as she remembered how many times you’d made each other cum. She thought she got you to eight screaming orgasms before you almost passed out on your bed.

She cleared her throat. “Yeah. Yeah, good.”

“Just good?” Mel asked, teasing somewhat. She’d been texting you since the night before, just checking in, but you hadn’t read her messages until only an hour before (something unheard of for you), saying you were exhausted after the party and had slept all morning.

Vi frowned. She looked at Mel closely. “I’m fine. Why?”

“No, no reason,” she evaded, still a mischievous glint in her eye.

Jayce covered a laugh with a cough. “What happened to you at the party? I couldn’t find you anywhere, it wasn’t even late.”

Vi shifted nervously. “Yeah…No…I just got bored, decided to head home early.”

He nodded along, still stifling a smirk. “Alone?”

Her eyes widened. How could he know? She hadn’t told anyone, and she was sure you wouldn’t. You didn’t seem like the kind to kiss and tell, that was why she took you home in the first place. You were hot, sure, in your little skirts and nerdy glasses, carrying those little folders everywhere, but you were still the Class President. She was on the football team – practically college royalty – she was going to be famous one day. She couldn’t risk her reputation with you. But you were hot, and she’d been horny for you since freshman year, so she'd figured what damage could one night do?

“I gotta go. See you around.”

Practice on Monday morning was great, it was good for Vi to clear her head after obsessing over you the whole weekend. She’d avoided Jayce and Mel the whole time, running out of the house first thing in the morning before class, just in case they tried to talk to her at breakfast.

The college’s gym for the group training session afterwards was when it started.

“Hey, Lanes!” one of her teammates called. “Hell of a party for you on Friday, huh?”

Vi looked up from adjusting the bandages on her wrists. “What?”

“Yeah, the CP. You two get it on, or did she just recite the college rules all night?” he snickered, some others joining in.

“Section 8, sub-section 12 – oh god, yes, yes!” one of the players moaned loudly.

Vi clenched her fists and shook her head. “No idea what you’re talking about.”

“Seriously? You leave a party with our Class President and we’re not allowed to ask if we should call you ‘First Lady Violet’ now?”

She forced a laugh. “Wow, you guys have gone crazy. I’m hittin’ the benches, you freaks do whatever you want.”

Vi tracked you down as fast as she could, running through the corridors until she found you. You stood at your locker in the main building, flipping through your planner as you mentally organised your week ahead.

“People know.”

You startled as Vi suddenly appeared next to you, speaking in a low, urgent tone.

“What?”

“People know,” she repeated. “About,” she quickly looked around the hallway but there weren't a lot of people around, “About what happened. Between us. People on the team have been cracking jokes, making these little comments about us...Jayce and Mel too!”

You paused, processing that. “Oh. Interesting.”

“No, not ‘interesting’! Who did you tell?” she accused.

You shook your head. “I haven't told anyone-”

“Yeah, because it's embarrassing!” she interrupted.

You glared back. “I haven't told anyone because my private life is just that: private. It’s no-one else's business what I do in my free time. If people have found out, maybe it's because you approached me at a party and we left together? Loads of people probably saw us,” you pointed out sarcastically.

“Well, you gotta deny it, okay? If anyone asks, you says it's not true, they're crazy, you don't know what they're talking about.”

“Okay, firstly, that's called gaslighting. Secondly, why would I deny the best sex I've ever had?”

Vi blinked, totally caught off guard. “B-because it's humiliating for me,” she spluttered. “Okay? I'm on the football team, I can't be associated with the nerd Class President. You're such a goody-goody, it'll ruin my reputation!”

You let that sink in, allowing the hurt to roll through you. You breathed slowly for a second, letting out a calming breath through your nose. “Fine,” you said, shutting down. “There's no need for us to associate with each other anymore. Good luck with Friday’s game.” You looked back at your planner, trying to focus on it but really you just needed to look anywhere other than the woman who just ripped you to shreds.

“Are...Are you gonna be there?”

You scoffed. “Trust me, it's not how I would choose to spend hours of my Friday night but I have to go; as Class President, I'm expected to attend all major events, and sporting events against rival universities, unfortunately, count.”

Vi nodded, adjusting her jacket. But then she paused. “I-I'm sorry if I was kinda harsh-”

“It's fine, I get it. Image is very important to you,” you assured numbly, flicking through pages but not reading anything. Your eyes started to burn with unshed tears. You needed her to leave.

She nodded again, feeling weird in her chest. “Well, see ya around, I guess...?”

You nodded. “Goodbye.”

She walked past you just as your lip started to tremble. You closed your locker and calmly but quickly headed into the nearest bathroom. Thankfully it was empty as you entered a stall, locking the door behind you, and allowed yourself to cry.

The game was going well. Dressed warmly for the chilly evening weather, school’s colours painted on your cheeks, you stood with your friends in the stands, cheering and whooping when your team earned points. You really didn't understand the rules or the scoring, but you were enjoying yourself as much as you could.

Violet, you hated to admit, was on the top of her game. She'd already scored multiple times for your team, earning loud cheers and applause that only grew with each success. Little did you know, it was you spurring her on.

She hadn't wanted to, but she'd looked for you in the crowd before the game started. When she saw you, her heart skipped a beat, and she found herself wanting to prove her skill on the field. Every time she scored, she looked your way, soul lifting when she saw you cheering. She knew you weren't cheering for her, but she didn't care. She had made you happy, even just for a second.

Fuck. And she was the one who’d told you to stay away.

Your school won the game, with an excellent score (according to your friends). As was expected, you headed down to the field along with university leadership, and congratulated every member of the team, many of whom winked or smiled at you knowingly. When you got to Violet, you made a show of being polite and professional, with a handshake and stiff “well played”. She just smirked back at you as she shook your hand, her helmet tucked under her arm.

It felt like forever until you finally got home after the game, exhausted after the long day, yet you still had work to do. The life of a Class President often felt relentless. You made yourself a cup of herbal tea and headed upstairs to your room. Settling down at your laptop with some lo-fi hip hop music playing, you got to it.

Some time passed before your phone buzzed. Pausing in typing an email, you checked your screen. A DM from Vi. You cursed under your breath. What did she want? You sighed and unlocked your phone, going to your messages.

Your eyes almost hurt from rolling so hard. Seriously? Was she actually messaging for a booty call after what she said only a few days earlier? You paused and decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. It could be something innocent. You wouldn’t know until you asked.

“And there it is,” you mumbled. Shaking your head, you replied.

You couldn't believe the audacity of this woman. She seduces you first in public, gets upset when people find out, yet now she wants to do it again?!

You stood up in a panic. Would she really come over? It had been her insisting that the two of you stayed away from each other, given how embarrassed she was by you. Yet here she was, not just flirting but spelling out exactly what she had in mind.

Before you could panic more, your phone buzzed again in your hand.

She was serious, she was coming over.

Fuck! You ran into your bathroom, stripped off your jeans and underwear, and freshened up your pussy with a washcloth. You applied some deodorant to your underarms, a quick spray of perfume, and swilled some mouthwash. Your make up still looked fresh, though you hadn't taken the school’s colours off your cheeks. Realising you couldn't wipe them off without ruining the rest of your make up, you cursed and left them on. You didn't have time to take the braid out of your hair, so that would be fine.

You pulled on a robe to cover your bare lower half, but then panicked over whether that looked too desperate. You pulled on a pair of fresh panties, not too fancy but not too casual, and some sleep shorts.

Fuck, what was this woman doing to you?

You didn't have time to do anything else; the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside your house rang through your bedroom. You ran downstairs but paused behind the door. No, wait. Don't seem eager. Let her knock.

You waited until footsteps approached your door and the doorbell rang. It took everything in you to wait and not answer it immediately.

“Princess, I know you're standing right there. Just open the door.”

You could practically hear her cocky smirk.

You groaned in annoyance but did as she said. Taking off the chain and unlocking the door, you opened it. There she was. Freshly showered, she was indeed smirking rather smugly at you. Leather jacket, tank top, ripped jeans, and a shit-ton of arrogance.

“What do you want?” you challenged.

It was pointless. You both knew why she was there.

“To fuck that attitude outta you, that's what,” she drawled, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

You balked. “Presumptuous.”

“What, are you not gonna congratulate the star of the game? I won that for us tonight.”

“I did congratulate you all, at school.”

She shrugged, stepping closer to you. “Eh, that was only your ‘official duty’ as CP. You not gonna do it properly?”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the after party? People will notice you're not there; what’ll you tell them when they ask where you were? Because, remember, you can't embarrass yourself and tell the truth.”

She just chuckled. “Oh, so feisty tonight. I sure hope you've given yourself the morning off tomorrow, you're gonna be sore.”

“Oh, am I-?”

You squeaked as she reached out a hand and took hold of your throat, just hard enough to stop you mid-sentence. Your eyes widened as she pulled you close, something firm pressing against your stomach. Her free hand cupped your ass, squeezing firmly.

“What was that, Cupcake?” she smirked, leaning in and pressing a kiss just below your ear. You shivered. “You gonna be a good girl now?”

You tried to protest, then she spanked you. Hard.

“Ow!”

“Plenty more where that came from, sugar. Now, be a good girl and get that ass upstairs before I do something I'll enjoy.”

She released your throat with a little push, nodding her head up the stairs. You backed away a few steps and watched her lock the door, put the chain on, and turn off the porch light. When she was finished, she turned back to you.

“What did I say, sweetheart?” she advanced on you threateningly, like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey.

You scrambled up the stairs and hurried to your bedroom. Just as you were about to reach your doorway, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a strong torso.

“Too late, Cupcake.”

You were lifted clean off your feet. Vi walked forward into your room and put you down over the end of the bed, your body pressed against your neatly made bed sheets, legs hanging off the edge. She eased your robe off you, throwing it onto the floor. A firm hand between your shoulder blades kept you pinned.

“Violet-” you started to protest but she cut across you.

“No Sunday names here, princess, not with what we're about to get up to. Give me your hands, sweetheart,” she instructed in your ear. You hesitated. “C'mon now, give me those hands.” When you hesitated again, she stroked your hip. “I'm not a monster, Cupcake. If you don't want this, just say so. But if you do, you've got ‘til the count of three to be a good girl.”

You looked at her as best you could out of the corner of your eye. She looked back at you, her face unreadable.

“One.”

Your mind raced. Did you want this? Did you really want this? After everything she'd said to you just a few days ago, how cruel she was, did you really want to just give her your body like this?

“Two.”

On the other hand, you hadn't lied when you'd said it was the best sex of your life. Vi was incredibly skilled and generous, and you had no doubt tonight would also be incredible. You only live once, right?

“Thr-”

You put your hands behind your back, crossing them at the wrist.

Vi chuckled in your ear. “Cut it pretty close there, sweetheart. Glad you made the right decision.” With one hand still pressed against your back, she unbuckled her belt, pulling it free of the loops on her jeans. “Don't move, baby.” She removed her hand from your back and started passing her soft leather belt around your wrists. You whimpered as she did, realising just how vulnerable you were about to become.

When she finished, she patted your butt through your shorts. “These are coming off though.” Tucking her thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, she eased them down your hips and off your legs, tossing them on top of your robe. She traced the lace across the cheeks of your panties. “These are pretty,” she complimented.

“Thank you,” you whimpered as she slipped her finger through the back, bunched the material together, and pulled upwards a little. The pressure on your clit made you mewl weakly. “Vi…”

“What is it, baby? What do you need?”

You pled, “Don’t tease me.”

Vi tugged your panties harshly and delivered a harsh spank. “You’ll take what I give you and say thank you, Madame President,” she mocked.

“Fuck you, jock,” you snapped.

She just laughed. “Oh, you think you’re so tough. Baby, I’ll have you begging for more soon enough.”

You hated that you knew she was right.

And just as she said, you were. Vi had spanked your ass red, switching casually between your cheeks as you whined and humped her hand as she rubbed your clit. Just enough to torment you but never enough to let you finish. You tried to resist, to be strong against her cockiness, to prove you didn’t need to beg. Alas, you caved. Your thighs wet from your juices, your ass stinging, your clit almost painful, you finally begged.

“Vi, please! Please, god, let me cum!”

She rubbed your clit faster and harder, finally using enough pressure to properly stimulate your bundle of nerves. You moaned and rode her hand, quickly building to a peak. You climbed and climbed, your toes starting to tingle as you drew closer. You finally reached your climax…

And she stopped, releasing your panties and snatching her hand away from your clit.

You whined loudly at the ruined climax and she turned you over, sitting you up on the edge of the bed. You cried out as you were forced onto your raw cheeks. With a hand holding your hair firmly, her other dragged your soaked underwear down to your knees. She started to torment your pussy again, slowly, gently, as she leant in close.

“Are you gonna take what I give you, sweetheart?”

Even in your clouded state, you knew what she meant. Take what she offers outside of the bedroom and be grateful, don't ask for more.

You groaned and didn't answer.

She tugged your hair and slapped your pussy. “Answer me, baby. If you don't, I'll leave right now. Hmmm? Leave you here all high and dry? Well, you're soaking wet, but you know what I mean,” she taunted. “You gonna be a good girl? I'll fuck you good, and you'll say thank you. Best sex you ever had, remember?”

“Ohhh, fuck you,” you argued.

She slapped your pussy again, followed by your inner thighs. “You feelin’ brave tonight, huh.”

You whined her name, lifting your hips when she slid her fingers into you. She pumped inside you until your pussy started to squeeze her fingers, then she withdrew them completely.

“No! Vi, stop it, just let me finish!” you panted.

“Not when you're being such a brat,” she shook her head. “You let me know when you're ready to be a good girl; I've got all night and two hands.”

You don't know how long it lasted or how many times Vi tormented you, working you to the edge but never letting you go over. Again and again, she promised you pleasure but took it away each time. After a while, she swapped hands nonchalantly, mockingly wiping your own juices across your face before holding your hair again.

You whined as the familiar sensation started building inside you yet again. “Please...”

She shoved her fingers deep inside but then held them still. “Are you gonna be good?” she asked again, getting right in your face, smelling the faint scent of your pussy on your face.

“Fuck!” you cursed. “Yes! Yes, I'll be good! Please, please just let me cum, Vi, please.”

She chuckled, “Good girl.” She pushed you backwards on the bed, spread your legs and started feasting on your cunt. You keened as she licked up and down your slit like a woman dying of thirst, sucking on your clit.

“I'm gonna cum,” you begged, your legs shaking around her head. “Oh god...”

She stayed between your legs, her hands pressing your thighs against her head, holding you in place as she brought you to a real and powerful climax. Your moans filled the room as you trembled and shook on the bed, calling her name in a series of pathetic whines.

She waited until you stopped shaking, then released your legs. Leaning over you, her chin wet with your juices, she wiped them off with her palm and then rubbed them on your cheeks, smearing the colours painted on your face.

“You done being a brat now?” she mocked.

You wanted to curse her out, tell her to go fuck herself, to get out of your house...But all you could do was tremble and moan.

She laughed. “I'll take that as a yes.” She pulled her tank top over her head, followed by her sports bra. She unzipped her jeans, slipping them and her underwear down her muscled legs. When she straightened up, your eyes widened.

“You done this before?” she asked, stroking the thick toy attached to her strap. You didn't answer, just stared at the cock that you knew would soon be fucking your brains out. She called your name, but you still stared. She grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks. “I said, have you done this before?”

You nodded dumbly.

“Oh, thought it would be cool to pop your cherry. Maybe I'll pop the other one soon,” she winked. Roughly flipping you over onto your belly, she shoved a pillow under your hips. “Well, would you look at that?” She lifted your head and forced you to look up.

On the wall in front of you was your mirror, offering a perfect view of the two of you on your bed. She struck a powerful image behind you, toned torso beautifully lit from your desk lamp, chest out, strap on display.

“That's such a pretty sight, don't you think?” she teased, leaning down and tugging your ear lobe with her teeth. “Look how fucked you are.”

You did indeed look fucked. Hair a mess, make up and face paint smeared, mouth open in a dazed fucked-out look. You whined pitifully, closing your eyes.

“Poor baby,” she cooed, releasing your hair. “But we're not finished yet, sweetheart.” She ran the tip of her toy through your wet and swollen folds, gathering your juices for her entry. “Say please, baby.”

You just whined into your sheets.

She spanked your ass, one on each cheek. “Say please.”

“Vi...” you begged. Begged to be fucked or begged for mercy, you didn't know.

She spanked you again. “Say please,” she repeated.

“Violet,” you cried, some tears escaping your eyes against your will. “I-I can't...” you hiccupped.

“Yes, you can. You're a big girl. It's one word. Say please.”

You cried and whined but she was patient. After a few seconds, you weakly lifted your head. “Please, Vi.”

She leant down next to your ear and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple. “Well done, sweetheart.” She slid inside you slowly, drawing out a long moan from both of you. “God, you're so perfect, baby. So good for my cock.”

She filled you with long and deep thrusts, nudging your cervix every time. You groaned when she did, your cunt pulsing. Vi could tell when you humped your hips back against hers with every thrust. She held herself low over you, her chest pressed to your back, filling you slowly and deeply.

“So pretty,” she praised in your ear, watching your reflections in the mirror. “Open your eyes, baby. Watch yourself get fucked.”

You obeyed, forcing your head up and your eyes open. You watched your face as Vi filled you, watching how your mouth dropped open a little at the top of her thrusts, your eyes glazing over just a little more every time.

“Pretty...” you mumbled as you looked at Vi’s reflection.

She smiled back at you - smiled, not smirked – as she knelt back on her knees, held your hips, and started fucking you into oblivion.

You cried out as she did, not expecting the sudden change of pace and force, but with your arms still behind your back, there was nothing you could do. Your only option was to lie there and get fucked. You moaned at the thought.

Vi’s smile switched back to her usual smirk. “You like this, huh? You like getting fucked raw?”

You let out a long, low moan, nodding your head pathetically. It felt so good, her strap stretching and filling you in the best ways.

Never slowing her thrusts, she unravelled her belt around your wrists, tossing it to the side. She moved your arms for you, resting them in front of you, rubbing your shoulders, the tenderness completely at odds with the animalistic nature of her thrusts. She rubbed up and down your back, soothing your muscles as she fucked you senseless, one long moan pouring from your throat.

“You gonna cum again already, sweetheart?” she taunted, massaging the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

You nodded, your head dropped into the covers.

“You know what I'm gonna say?”

“Please!” you cried.

She chuckled. “Good girl. You can cum now.”

With permission given – something you never realised was so hot – your pussy clamped down on her strap, your body trembling beneath her. She praised you through it, rubbing your back and hips until you stopped moving.

“Was that good, baby?” she asked, earning a weak nod. “Who said we're done?”

Vi suddenly pulled your hips up, bringing your ass against her strap. With a hand tangled in your hair, she resumed her punishing pace. You screamed as her thrusts hit your end, assaulting that tender spot inside you. She squeezed and spanked your ass, holding your cheeks in her hands.

“Fuck, look at this ass,” she groaned to herself. “It's so pretty. Look how it moves, baby, watch it as I fuck you.”

You were only just able to lift your head, chin still resting on the covers as you watched Vi fuck you. Your ass cheeks rocked back and forth with every thrust, captivating as you watched. Vi squeezed your flesh as she fucked you, delivering alternating spanks, your skin rippling.

“Fuck’s sake, baby, I won't last,” she moaned as the ribbed inside of the strap rubbed against her clit. She threaded her fingers into your hair from behind, slowly pulling you up onto your elbows. “You like this, Cupcake? You like getting fucked like the slut you are?”

You whined in excitement.

She ran her tongue over her teeth as she smirked. “I knew you would, I know what you're really like. You act all proper and goody-goody, but under all that you're just a little slut. Not a problem for me, sweetheart, I'll fuck you like a slut any time you want.”

You moaned deeply. “Can I cum, Vi? I need to cum.”

She hummed thoughtfully. “Have you earned another one? Have you been good?”

“Yes, yes, I have! Please!”

“Tell you what: admit you're my little slut, and you can have another.” You pouted, earning some hard spanks. “Don't be a brat,” she scolded. “Brats don't get to cum, and you want to cum, don't you?”

You nodded desperately, pushing your hips back against her strap. “I want to cum, Vi, I need it.”

“Then say it like a good girl and you can.”

You pouted again, mumbling, “I'm a little slut.”

Vi shook her head. “You can do better than that. C’mon now, say it properly.”

With a desperate whine, you spoke louder. “I'm a little slut.”

“Whose little slut are you?”

“Yours.”

She moved her hand from your hair, sliding it under your hips, and starting to rub your clit. Your legs started shaking. “Say it again.”

“I'm your little slut.”

“Louder.”

“I'm your little slut,” you panted, humping Vi’s hand and strap.

“Louder, sweetheart.”

“I'm your little slut!”

“Then cum for me,” she demanded in your ear, and you gladly obeyed. Moving your hips like a bitch in heat, you panted and whined on her strap, just as Vi’s thrusts became erratic and she thrust into you for the final time, moaning long and low in your ear.

You panted together as she draped herself over your back, her head down over your shoulder. You reached up and gently stroked over her hair, resting your head against hers. After a few minutes, you wiggled, her weight becoming a little too heavy. With a groan, she rolled off you, her strap slipping out of you. Lying next to you, she threw an arm over your hips.

You laid together for a short while, catching your breath and cuddling close. Vi eventually shifted away.

“You want ice cream?”

You were barely able to lift your head, but you forced yourself to look at her, utter confusion on your face. “What?”

“You've earned a treat. You want some ice cream?” she asked, pulling on her jeans.

You didn't have the strength to argue, just pulled the covers over you. “Strawberry. And it better be the good stuff.”

End

[laswells-ashtray]

Can we talk about Mommy/Daddy issues and how they manifest? I've been throat-punched by both (Hooray) but I'm curious on your thoughts about who in the CODverse might have them and how they manifest.

Coincidentally, you caught me on the day I'd been throat punched by both, and thus, I am at my best to write this. Genuinely, of all days to receive this ask, it was the day I found myself pondering how my father takes up 1/4 of a page in my family photo album, and then I sat down in the shower for a while.

John can't listen to any recordings of his voice; it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He sounds like his father. When he barks orders at people, he sounds like his father. Only his voice is followed by the whir of a bullet, not the cracking of a belt. He refuses to shave his face unless necessary because only after he grew a beard did he stop seeing Sr. in the mirror.

Ghost looks more like his mother than his father. On the best of days, it's his saving grace. On the worst of days, he avoids mirrors and winces when he catches his reflection on a screen. He sees women of a similar height and hair colour to his mother and hesitates for just a moment, the word mum stuck in his throat. Grown men can scream in his face, and it means nothing to him. The disappointed tone of a woman older than him makes his hands shake.

Nikolai is at the age where most people just assume his parents are dead. He doesn't know, he'll never know, he'll never want to know. He's detached from the idea of having parents. It's a foreign concept in his mind. He isn't sure if he looks like either of them because he can't remember their faces as well as he used to. It's meaningless to him. He isn't the son they expected him to be, therefore, he won't claim the name of the son they wanted. He tells people his parents are dead, a cancer of some kind. He doesn't care for their sympathies.

Kate's parents are dead; they have been for a while. She doesn't think of them often and when she does, it's typically with love, but she doesn't forget the fact that they missed the best parts of her life. However, their death pushed her to get where she is today, so without the loss, she wouldn't have that life. It leaves her conflicted, and she won't talk about it, but she grieves the moments they missed. She'll drink to their memory, or her sorrow. She decides which depending on how little is in the bottle.

Not a moment goes by where Farah doesn't miss her parents. She doesn't seek replacements in those around her; she never could. But she braids her hair, and she grieves the beauty her mother held. She offers someone kind words of reassurance and feels her father's arms around her, promising her safety so long as he lives. She makes decisions to protect her people and ponders what her parents would say of her fate and that she subjected her brother to. Her passion for her people is sacred because her tone echoes that of her parents.

Rudy has never known how to act around male authority figures. He was orphaned so young that he has no memories of his parents. He grew up in an orphanage with women who did their best with what little resources they had to save their children from the drug-riddled fates they had seen many follow. He trusts women; if a woman gives him advice, then he's likely to follow it. He grew up with women. When grown men tell him things and expect things of him, he stares back at them blankly. They place a hand on his shoulder, and he gently nudges it away. They have nothing to offer him. Men trying to take authority over him, especially in a parental type of context, antagonises him. He grew up without a man in charge, and he's survived until now; he doesn't need anyone to try and start at this point in his life.

[cheriladycl01]

Can you do a cute one shot please where reader gets drunk and she’s a super lovey and cute drunk and just wants cuddles with Max or Lando please?? Love 🍷 anon who is deffo not drunk and crying over max edits 🥰🥰

Drunk in Love - Lando Norris x Drunk Reader x Max Verstappen

Plot: Your were drinking for England after your first podium. To the point where you can’t tell the difference between your boyfriend Lando Norris and team-mate Max Verstappen.

Warning: Throwing up, General drunkenness.

A/N: This request was hard to choose whether i wanted it centered around Max or Lando, so i added Max being cutie.

You'd gotten your first podium and you were in a celebrating that in a London Club after the British GP. There was a load of drivers in the club with you including your boyfriend Lando Norris.

You were being offered drinks from pretty much everyone in the room, it was absolutely insane and you'd taken so many drinks without even thinking how much you'd had.

You vision was so blurry, and you were at the point where being this intoxicated was scaring you and you just wanted to get back to your apartment that you kept in London while Lando had the Monaco apartment.

"Lan!" you cry looking up at who you thought was your boyfriend because of the shirt he was wearing. It the shape, same colour and same material when you leaned in to touch it as what Lando was wearing.

Your vision was beyond fucked and you couldn't even make out your boyfriends beautiful face.

"Baby!" you cried at him, tugging him towards you, your eyes blurring more with tears as you struggle to get his attention. The body turns round, and Max is now looking down at his friends very drunk state.

"Y/N?" he asks looking over at you bending down.

"Lan, please baby. I love you but I want to go home!" you say nuzzling into his neck and wrapping your arms around his middle.

"Oh-erm Y/N" Max tries but because of how loud the club is your drunk self cant even tell that it's Max and his Dutch accent that is talking to you and trying to pry you off of him.

"Why are you trying to get me to let go! You love cuddles!" you pout looking down.

"Do you not love me anymore?" you gasp before sobs start to rack through your body at the thought of Lando, the love of your life no longer wanting to be with you.

"Hey, Hey shush!" Max comforts you, pulling you in for a hug and brushing you hair with his hand in a polite manner. You nuzzle into the hug, and you started to feel strange, this didn't feel like a Lando hug, it didn't feel like your Lando full stop.

This body was taller, but not as built as Lando. It didn't feel right. And you couldn't help but wonder who on earth this imposter was.

Max was asking around him, trying to get Charles and Carlos to find where Oscar, Logan and Lando had all wondered off to away from you.

"You are my boyfriend! WHO ARE YOU?" you ask your eyes squiting to try have a better look at the man in front of you.

"Y/N it's me Max!" he smiles kindly putting his hand on your upper arm to steady you as he can see your swaying.

"I want Lando, please get Lando!" you ask with little gasps of breath, sounding like hiccups while you try to catch you breathe a little.

"Carlos has gone looking for him, look come sit down here next to Charlie and Daniel, i'll go help Carlos!" Max says leading you next to Charles who moves over a little in the booth to give you room to get in.

You sit there quietly waiting for Lando's return.

Max was practically running round the club, looking to spy Lando or even Carlos so they could team up and look for the trio together.

After looking he finds them out on the balcony looking down at the busy London street below.

"Lando!" Max shouts making all their heads snap round.

"What's up?" Lando asks putting his drink down making it clink on the glass of the table.

"It's Y/N she's like ... I've never seen her this drunk before. She didn't even know I was me, she thought i was you!" he explains and Lando looks between Oscar and Logan with a shocked look.

"We left her for what... like half an hour!" Lando sighs before following Max back inside leaving Oscar and Logan to their own devices out on the balcony.

"Baby?" Lando asks tentatively, seeing you slouched against Charles.

"Lan!" you exclaim, jumping up and launching yourself at him. You hug him and he wraps you into a familiar warm bear hug and you know that it's him now.

"There's MY Lan!" you smile, nuzzling into him. He kisses your forehead before pulling you back and bending down to your level to look over your face. He could see how spacey your eyes look and that it's for sure about time you should be leaving.

"Come on baby lets go!" he smiles and you shake your head with a soft whine.

"My feet hurt so much" you say groggily and he cant help but laugh at the little pouty expression on his face.

"That's okay, I can carry you baby" he smiles and lifts you up as though you were the weight of a feather. He carries you bridle style all the way back to your apartment which was actually on a 15 minute walk through London.

"I love you so much! I'm sorry about tonight!" you sighed at him, not enjoying filming guilty for making him leave this early.

"Why are you sorry darling!" he laughs as he places you down in the now moving elevator of your apartment building.

"Because i made you leave early from the fun because I don't feel well!" you pout, grabbing his arm and hugging it close against you. He just smiles down at you. You were normally very affectionate anyway but drunk you was very clingy and needy.

Not that Lando minded, he actually loved it.

"Come on baby, it's bed time for the both of us. No need to feel guilty, I was kinda wanting to come back for a nice cuddle session with you anyway!" he grins and you then look down.

"Shower!" you complain looking at him as the lift doors open to your pent house. He carries you straight through to the bathroom, you collapse to your knees throwing up all the contents from that night.

Tears brim your eyes hating the sensation, while Lando rubs your back soothingly trying to help make sure you can breath.

"Okay, lets wash this down and then get you in there to clean up yeah hunny?" he smiles at you, grabbing the shower head down and turning the water on washing the sick from the floor of the shower down the drain until its gone. He helps you step in undressing you, then himself.

He helps you shower, not trusting you alone in the shower by yourself in this state before drying you off and brushing you teeth for you.

You both snuggle up in the big bed, you cuddling into him playing with his curls.

"I love you!" you whispers looking up at his expression.

"I love you more" he smiles placing a kiss on your lips before turning the lights off with the remote and laying his head back to sleep.

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[om-nom-berries]

It's cold here and also officially winter, so I spent some time imagining what it would have been like for the Gerudo in Ganondorf's time to move into the colder regions of Gerudo, like the highlands.

Also a great chance to work on my scene layout and colouring skills (and horses lol)

I imagined Ganondorf on regular tours of the highlands, if only to assert Gerudo (and his) sovereignty over the area (if that was the case back then). That's what these first two images depict.

I had this idea they would go up to a cavern and maybe there's an old shrine (even by their standard) and they go in and worship or something?

I then also had to imagine Gerudo winter clothes. I've seen some fan takes on them and everyone has such great ideas. I went with Tibetian and Mongolian traditional elements, balancing out with the actual designs present in the characters already. Furs and animal skins.

This amounts to less bling for Ganondorf but not a complete absence (never seen the man without it).

These are pen sketches I took a photo of and coloured digitally btw

I have some other ideas along this line but I have to get ready for holidays with family so hopefully will add to this post later when I have more material.

[thewitchblue]

"So, you're an alien from another semi-aquatic planet, and now you are here because you accidentally sneaked onto a rocket ship that hit Earth before it could bring you home?"

You nodded to confirm Dick's reaffirming question. Yet, that is exactly what happened. Yes, you are aware that it was a risk to sneak onto the ship, but you were curious! You've never seen such a machine! How were you supposed to know it would take you off the planet? You were along for the ride and played hide and seek the whole ride to earth.

This is another headache case for the Bat family to figure out now. They found you before any of them could question the person who crash landed on the planet, unfortunately.

They feared it was an alien invasion originally, but it was just you relaxing on the burning rubble, unsure what else to really do. You claimed it was a human on the planet, but they are still searching. You awkwardly asked,

"Is it possible I work with him?"

You made a gesture to Tim before whispering,

"Everybody else here makes me nervous."

Tim was the only one who seemed unbothered. Whether he simply didn't notice you or he was completely calm about the situation was yet to be determined.

Dick blinked in surprise, but he hesitantly took you over to Tim, who was just relaxing on a nearby chair with his focus zoned in on his laptop. He probably wouldn't mind, right? Tim finds aliens fascinating. He never shut up when he met Korri, and he asked Clark millions of questions when they first met. Surely you wouldn't be any different. Dick snaps a specific code to get Tim's attention and waited to find out.

Tim reluctantly turned his eyes to you after finishing typing something and nearly gasped when he saw you. Your eyes were a glowing orange colour, and your skin had a thick layer of dark green scales, which seemed to blend in with the BatCave walls. You had a set of horns like an elk and flippers like an orca whale with a long and graceful tail.

He was fascinated and completely fixated on you now. This is going to be the first true alien he's seen that he found an immediate attraction towards. He set aside his laptop and walked over to you. He was in awe.

"You're gorgeous."

He couldn't stop himself from saying in wonder, lightly running a hand along the rough scales that felt like plated armour. You blushed green and touched his soft fleshy body lightly, being equally mindful of your rough scales that could tear his skin to shreds. You tilted your head with an equally curious gaze. You recognise his species now.

"I've met one of you before. You're so much cuter than he was."

You were equally awed. Tim was beautiful. His eyes shined the beautiful blue you were so used to on your water planet, and his black hair looked like the floating kelp on your planet. His mind is where he really shined. You could tell immediately when your brain briefly brushed against his own.

"I need your help, śẅēæï."

Tim stared at your beautiful face without really acknowledging what you were saying, nor did he even hear what the problem was to begin with. His brain was stuck on the alien nickname you gave him. He wonders what it means on your planet.

He was so distracted by how attractive you are that he couldn't focus on anything you were saying. He just nodded along as if he was paying close attention, but you seemed to notice as you paused speaking mid-sentence. You grabbed his chin and tilted it so he could face you before continuing to speak.

His eyes widened as he looked at you. You were within kissing distance now. When did you get so close to him? His eyes wandered to your lips. You stopped speaking when you noticed his intense gaze. How odd. Do you kiss each other on this planet to get the other to focus again? It was worth a try. You were close enough to do so.

You pulled Tim's body into your arms, and you kissed him lazily. It felt like you were taking your time to get him to focus solely on you. It worked. His entire focus was now on your glimmering arms that were holding him in place and your sea salt lips on his own.

He surrendered all thoughts and melted into the kiss almost immediately. He didn't even care that your rough scales were hurting him. All that mattered was you in that very moment.

You felt as if you just unlocked a part of yourself that you had no idea existed. Granted, you are the only humanoid being on your home planet since the last extinction event, so of course you don't have much interaction or even much time to experiment with the human who did land on your planet.

Dick tried to pretend he wasn't watching Tim kiss this alien fish person, but he can't help it. Is this how the others felt when he kissed Korri? Surely not. Korri is more human looking than this alien. Jason hit the back of his head while rolling his eyes. Let the idiot do whatever he wants. Who are they to really judge? If he gets an alien disease, so be it.

Bruce walked in and frowned. First off, who is this fish hybrid? Second off, why is Tim kissing you so passionately? What did Dick drag into the cave? Do you even know each other? Did Tim hide you from them? Bruce doesn't know if he even wants the answers to his questions.

Damian followed Bruce and regretted that decision immediately. His question was too important to leave Bruce's side, however, so he stayed. He stared at the scene, then at Bruce, then back at the kissing duo.

Damian shook his head like the scene would disappear from his head if he did so. It did not. He'll be scarred forever seeing Tim willingly kiss a fish hybrid. Does he have to worry about Goliath now? Are you intelligent enough to understand what kissing means on earth?

If you were a mermaid, it would be different, but you didn't look human enough in everybody else's opinion, and Damian was questioning everything. Damian was horrified. He entirely forgot what he wanted to ask Bruce.

You pulled away from the kiss first and quickly retracted your fish qualities to appear more human now that you were gaining a crowd.

Your flippers turned into human hands, your powerful tail split into legs, and your scales turned into normal skin. Why didn't you do that before you kissed Tim? Tim looked at his bleeding hands from when he grabbed your hips, then his torn up clothes and smiled. Worth it. He's dealt with far worse injuries.

Tim mumbled something to you, which made you chirp happily. Everybody assumed that was your laugh, and nobody knew how to feel about it except Tim. He looked like he was in love with you. It didn't matter to him that you sounded like a dolphin when you laughed or that your scales shredded his palms and torn his clothes.

"We really need to make a rule of no kissing in the cave."

Jason said gruffly. He tried to ignore the duo, he really did, but he couldn't stop side-eyeing the kissing duo while he busied himself with fixing the damage Damian caused to the Batmobile while they were on patrol. Jason knows about the monster community, but he never anticipated Tim to be into it. Then again, why would he be? Tim has been on every corner of the internet.

Maybe it was because Tim grew up with the Twilight craze and he dug too deep in the rabbit hole to get out or maybe he played too many video games and found an attractive fish character that he decided to look at too closely. Whatever the case, he thought it was odd. You didn't look very human except for shape and behaviour. At least your face is normal enough. He would struggle to stop judging if you looked like your monstrous father.

Tim decided to ignore the agreed rule and kiss you again anyway. Jason immediately reinforced the rule and pulled him away from you. He's had enough. He will drag Tim kicking and screaming to Texas if he has to, but he will not see Tim make out with you again.

Jason noticed Tim's torn hands, and he was floored that he wanted a repeat. Seriously? Then again, you did get rid of the scales. He wouldn't get hurt any further. Jason said,

"Kiss in your room like a normal person, idiot."

Tim sighed like a cartoon character fallen in love, which made Jason drop him like Tim burned him and storm out of the cave. Tim didn't hear a word that he said, and he wasn't about to stick around for Tim's second alien kiss.

Never again. He won't be returning to the cave until you are either gone or Tim has the guts to date you. Tim finally found the right person for him, and that's fine. Jason just wished he wasn't around to find out.