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deans-baby-momma · 1 year

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Law & Love Chapter 13

A/N: Sorry this is late but I realized that I needed a new aesthetic and then I had to wait until boss lady wasn't in the office to be able to get on here and upload.

I glare at the man in front of me as he removes the cowboy hat from atop his head and holds it in his hands, a look of pensive pleading on his face. His hazel eyes are full of sorrow and pain. It almost makes my heart ache for him. He is apparently not here for a social call.

“I’m sorry Mr. Walker-”

“Cordell, ma’am,” he interrupts, with a quick smile. “Cordi.”

“Well, Cordell,” I say with a small smile of my own, “I hate to tell you this but Beau and his family have decided to move back to Texas.”

Cordell-Cordi- visibly sighs and mumbles, "You gotta be shittin' me!" before he recovers and smiles at me.

"Thank you for your time, Mrs.- '' he trails off, as if he's requesting more information, so I acquiesce.

"Y/N Y/LN," I inform him. "Just Y/N. No Mrs."

"Oh, I see."

Is that a blush on his cheeks? I think to myself.

"Okay," Cordell says with a nod and a smile as he repositions his hat on his head. "Thank you for your time."

I am rooted to the floor as I stand watching the tall drink of water stroll out the door, the bell ringing not even registering in my brain. I lick my lips as I contemplate going after him.

Before he gets too far, I take off after him, catching up to him in the parking lot.

As he opens the driver's door to the Dodge Ram truck, I say his name, grabbing his attention. "Cordell!"

He turns and looks at me, confused.

"Do you want Beau's number? Or, maybe mine?" I say with a stroke of bravery. Beau is gone but that doesn't mean I have to be stuck here, pining after him. He made his choice and I wasn't it.

Cordi seems surprised by the offer and I open my mouth to rescind it but he cuts me off.

"I'd love to have your number-" he says with what could only be considered a cross between a smile and a smirk. "I already have Beau's.'

I take his phone when he hands it over and input my information in the contact list before saving it and reaching out to give it back.

My thumb accidentally hits the HOME key and I freeze. "You're a Texas Ranger? Wait, Beau was-is also from Texas. Is he a Ranger too?"

Cordi chuckles. “No. Um, we worked on a case together about 10 years ago and well, I need his input on something to do with it.”

“Oh. Well, like I said he went back to Texas with his ex and their daughter,” I tell him, looking up into his eyes. “I guess since her husband was murdered, they decided to give it another go. I don’t know-” I explain with a shrug. “I quit listening after he said ‘I’m sorry but,’ because I knew what was coming.”

Cordell nods in understanding and then looks intently at my face. “Well, can I just say….he made a huge mistake. Carla is and always has been a bitch.”

I smile and look up at the Ranger through my lashes. “His loss might be your gain.”

Cordell smiles wide, his perfectly straight white teeth sparkling in the sunlight. "Well, I had planned to be here a few days to talk to Beau about the case. I'm at the Pierpont Motel.

"How about dinner tonight? Say 7?"

My smile matches his as I nod. "It's a date, handsome."

It's been almost a year since I left Eric and even longer since I've had sex but that didn't seem to be a deterrent to my memory.

Actually, the only thing time had caused me was I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed sex; how much I loved a good, hard fuck.

The date with Cordell is exceptional. He is a perfect gentleman, holding the door for me, helping me get settled in my seat at the table, allowing me to order my own food. Those Texas boys are brought up nice and proper.

Not saying that Beau hadn't shown me the same respect and courtesy, but we never even made it to a first date before he rushed off to try again with his ex.

As soon as we are back in his truck, and before he's even got the key in the ignition, I repay his kindness and courteous conduct by leaning over and pulling him into a kiss. The surprise of my actions didn’t last long before Cordell was pulling me into his lap and licking into my mouth.

When we pulled apart to catch our breath, he looked at me reverently and asked, “Is this going where I think it’s going?”

“If you want to,” I answer and move to straddle his lap. “I’m willing and ready.”

Cordell smiles and kisses me again and before long his fingers are digging into my hips and he helps them to undulate the bulge in his jeans. My panties are soaked and I cannot wait to get out of the confines of this truck, to have room to do more than just hump and kiss.

Cordell pulls back and looks me in the eyes, his pupils blown with lust. “My room or yours?”

“Yours,” I answer and kiss him once more before I slip out of his lap and back to the passenger seat.

“I’m -uh, I’ve got to make a quick stop first.”

I look over to see his cheeks flushed and can’t tell if it's from the heat of the situation or if he is embarrassed.

“Okay.”

As soon as we pull into the CVS parking lot, I realize what he means. I giggle as he adjusts his pants and gets out to walk into the pharmacy to buy condoms. As I wait, I pull my panties off and from under my dress and throw them into my purse. One less thing to have to do when we get to his room.

Cordell rushes out of the store with a bag in his hand and jumps into the truck before reversing and taking off toward the Pierpont Motel.

Once inside, after Cordell clumsily unlocks the door and pulls me in, I drop to my knees at his feet and start working on his belt. My eyes bulge out of my head as his manhood is exposed.

“Oh, fuck!’ I exclaim.

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#law & love #jensen ackles #big sky #beau arlen #cordell walker

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circa-specturgia · 1 year

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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Since @tryingtimi @bloodlessheirbyjacques @the-void-writes @baroquesse, @awritingcaitlin and @agrimedena-drax all asked me (some twice, if you need any idea at how bad I am at answering asks), I’ve finally gotten around to writing it down…

I'll answer it for my main WIPs, Circa Specturgia's main character, Caspian. Answers being from him in the state he's in around the midpoint, or towards the end of the second arc of the story, if I were to guess!

Cas is sitting in front of a fire, a ways away from the camp where everyone else is staying, far enough away to be out of earshot when you sit beside him. He doesn't pay you much mind, though he doesn't brush you off, instead stoking the fire, which illuminates the bags under his eyes.

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am. We were able to know for sure that the A .in my name meant Alekos once we'd met V, though after meeting Mask the first time, we already suspected that it meant something to me. Though, I don't know if I can count it as being named after someone if I'm to be that persons incarnation...

Aside from that, Blackwood... It's where I'm supposedly from, but I'd like to think that I've made that my name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I’d rather not say. Or think about it.

3. Do you have kids?

Uh, no. Maybe I'd like to, in the future, though. If I can even really think about that right now. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure if Mask can even... hmm. Maybe I should ask.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Never. Not once in my life have I ever used sarcasm for any reason.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Would you punch me if I said their ass?

He chuckles a bit once you do, before he straightens up, stoking the fire again.

Their eyes. You can usually tell a lot from the eyes.

6. What's your eye color?

Black. Or really dark grey? Like graphite, or obsidian. They apparently turn gold sometimes though. Whenever I do anything Antecendant. I’ve never looked in a mirror when it happens.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I'd like to hope for happy endings.

8. Any special talents?

I don't know if I can count my arsosteia as a talent? It's just something I can do, thought V said I have a knack for it. Kane would also– ...sorry.

He goes silent for a moment, having remembered something he'd rather have not, the fire dimming before he realizes it, and reignites the embers.

Uh, I guess Adira said once that I picked up fighting instincts quick.

9. Where were you born?

I… don’t really know. The Blackwood, I mentioned it earlier, was where I was apparently created, but I don’t know the details. If V knows, he didn't tell me. Cyril put down Layr Laiarta when sorting out my documents, so I guess that makes me a Vosiinæan on paper. I think that works for me. Maybe I'll settle down there. If I earn that happy ending.

10. What are your hobbies?

I liked reading, when I had time. The Royal University Library had a ton of books, and even if the ones on Matrixes gave me a headache I'd still take those over what we have to deal with these days.

Sparring is nice too. Both with or without specturgy. It lets everything sort of melt away, too.

11. Do you have any pets?

Do the runalongs count? I didn’t even know I could do it until recently but Mask taught me to summon them to me and they have my fire, so I guess that makes them my pets?

That said, Mask is enough of a creature themselves that I could call them my Pet…

12. What sports do you play/ have played?

Does sparring count? Adira and Cyril have us practicing nearly constantly. I don’t mind it, though. Like I said, helps me clear my head.

13. How tall are you?

6'5" or so? Cyril says I've gotten taller over the last year.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Gods, that feels forever ago... I think it would've been the the practice matches against Cyril. Or the control exercises, they were tough, but, finishing them felt good.

15. Dream Job?

He doesn't speak for a moment, looking into the fire.

I haven't let myself think that far ahead, yet.

I return the ask to @tryingtimi @bloodlessheirbyjacques @the-void-writes @baroquesse, @awritingcaitlin and @agrimedena-drax, and add on @magefaery @cherrybombfangirlwrites @verba-writing @ss-hawthorne @kainablue @wildswrites @jessica-writes22 @breath-of-eternity and @manuscriptsatmidnight!

Have fun!

#what he said about Cyril and Adira having him practice is a lie btw #he’ll just never admit it #he throws himself into practice and will work himself to the bone to distract himself from things #or to feel productive with work #to try and get better to protect those he loves #if anything his parents are more often than not trying to find ways to get him to stop running himself ragged #though they do encourage practice and varied exercises #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #fantasy writing #wip.circa specturgia #circa specturgia

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muppenthings · 1 year

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I was tagged by @smolcomfycat in this post!

I wanted to answer but since my brain gets stressed by tag games, I decided to turn it into a new post. If I'm tagged in the future, this will be my solution. I will not tag anyone. xD

1.Are you named after anyone?

I'm named after a famous swimmer that was at the peak of her career at the time.

2. When was the last time you cried

A few days ago. :D

3. Do you have kids?

Only my furbaby (dog) <3

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really, only on certain occasions and if it fits the tone!

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

Horse riding, golf and bowling are some that I practiced when I was a kid! Absolutely loved horse riding! But it was ponies. Pony riding.

Nowadays I don't do any sports. It's a struggle to even get to the gym. ;(

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Their face. The eyes are the windows to the soul and all. But don't stare at me too intently I will get stressed

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

This is a difficult one. It depends on my mood. Like I've never been able to watch scary movies (I get nightmares and an intense fear at night). But I really enjoy the concepts and creativity behind them. It's only alien/monster movies tho (surprising no one). I'm not much for the ones with demons and ghosts etc. But a good scary monster? Awh yeh.

Buuuuut I also love/need a good ending. In scary movies, those are rare. Ultimately I'll have to settle on happy ending. ;(

8. Any special talents?

I am able to move my scalp back and forth (handsfree!). It gets some fun reactions from people. xD

9. Where were you born?

Somewhere in Europe.

10. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, watching youtube videos. Making new ocs. xD

11. Do you have any pets?

Only my dog. A small, fuzzy mutt. He'll turn 12 this year.

12. How tall are you?

I stand 165cm tall. :)

13. Favorite subject in school?

When I was in school, it was always art. Followed by history!

14. Dream Job?

Hmm...

I genuinely don't know. Perhaps a dietitian. But then I'd have to get back to school and I'm not sure I'm up for that. I'm kinda content with my current job in health care. ^^

15. Eye color?

Blue. 👀

#Muppen barks #smolcomfycat #Thanks for the tag!#sorry I broke the tag game like this :D;;;;

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berriusagi · 11 months

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Bunny's Masterlist of Fics

Finally got around to compiling all the fics I've posted so far into one master list. All of these have been posted on my Ao3 as well so feel free to check them out Here.

Current Fandoms Included:

Miraculous Lady bug and Batman Crossover: ( 1 ) Fic(s)

Call of Duty: ( 5 ) Fic(s)

All of my fics and links to their chapters are under the cut. Hope you enjoy!

Miraculous Ladybug and Batman Crossover

Stomach Bug

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 64,779

Summary: Marinette and Damian try to keep their relationship secret from their two families but that all goes up in smoke when Marinette comes down with a stomach bug. Marinette is panicking, Harley and Ivy are supportive, Damian is happy, the batfam is insane.

Notice!!! Discontinued Rewrite in Progress but slow going!!!

( 1 ) ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 ) ( 5 ) ( 6 ) ( 7 ) ( 8 ) ( 9 ) ( 10 ) ( 11 ) ( 12 ) ( 13 ) ( 14 ) ( 15 ) ( 16 ) ( 17 ) ( 18 ) ( 19 ) ( 20 ) ( 21 ) ( 22 ) ( 23 ) ( 24 )

Call of Duty

A Good Night's Sleep

Rating: General

Word Count: 505

Summary: After a long job, all Soap wants is a shower, his bed, and to sleep for an undetermined amount of time. Ghost helps him get what he needs.

( Oneshot )

A Name's Worth

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 7,377

Summary: "Give me yer name,” Soap said leaning in close, "Give me yer name and it’ll be like it never existed and you’ll see just how much the name Simon really means to ye.”

Ghost chuckled rolling his eyes as he took another slow drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray, "Is that so?"

Soap nodded looking as serious as a drunk could while spread out over their superior's lap, "Can I have your name Simon?”

Ghost chuckled readjusting Soap in his arms, "Yeah you can,” he nodded leaning back as Soap calmed down and settled back in his arms.

( 1 ) ( 2 ) ( 3 )

Target of My Affections

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10,681

Summary: The man stumbled back thrown off by Johnny’s sudden spike in energy and watched wide-eyed as the man fell to his knees clinging to him and practically begging him to murder his husband. He felt a small smirk tugging at his lips as he looked down at the wide blue eyes still shining with a few remaining tears in the corners, "I shouldn’t like this as much as I do.” he chuckled.

Johnny paused in his begging to blink up at him and tilted his head slightly almost like a curious puppy, "uh… killing?” he asked.

"No,” he grinned reaching down and running his fingers through his mohawk, "having a soon-to-be widower begging at my feet.” he chuckled gripping his hair, "How about we head somewhere more private and talk shop on how you want this to go.”

( 1 ) ( 2 )

SCP-1221 "Ghost"

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 7,096

Summary: "Hey Ghostie,” a man with a Scottish accent said, the sound of him settling onto the floor on the other side of the door filled the silence of the hall, "Oof my knees aren’t what they used to be.” he chuckled leaning back against the wall beside his door, "So how was your day of testing? I heard they were seeing how your uh… tentacles worked?” he asked, his tone changing on the word tentacles as if he was unsure if that was the proper word to use.

Ghost didn’t reply but felt a small smile pull at his lips as he listened to the Scot ramble on about everything and nothing at the same time. It had been a few months since he was found by the SCP Foundation and he turned himself in. It took only a week for him to start getting his late-night visitor, unprompted and he never needed to speak, the other man was happy to chatter away on his own. He was thankful for a sense of companionship, it helped him from going completely crazy while locked away in the dark all alone at night.

( 1 ) ( 2 )

Snowy Escape

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7,671

Summary: As the winter season comes into full swing Roach starts to feel its effects. He isn't able to effectively work in these conditions so like years prior he's sent on leave and naturally his boyfriends have to accompany him. Tucked away in the English countryside amongst the comforts of home and with his lovers, there isn't much to do besides the obvious.

( Oneshot )

#fanfic #call of duty #cod #miraculous ladybug #batman #Bunny's Fics

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surprisingmarch · 1 year

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📖A snowflake adrift an icy wind, A Big Decision📖 (Chapter 5)

------------------------------------------ Rating: 13+

Story Type: Fantasy / Fluff

Words: 1,215

-Y/N = Your name- -L/N = Last name-

"I'm a bit concerned for your safety sugarplum, if I noticed the energy surge that the portal caused, I'm sure other people did as well. And I know there are some people out there who would do anything to get their hands on magic like that, they would kill you even if you were just an innocent bystander. I'm afraid Mrs. Claus won't be able to protect you like I can. So, what do you say?"

Mrs. Claus chimes in. "He's right dear, I'm afraid I never thought of that. We wouldn't be able to protect you from warlocks and the other entities that exist here. You're welcome to stay here after the fact but I must recommend you leave with Snowy." You look back up at Snow Miser. "Okay, fine. I'll go." You look at Hermey, he stares at you for a moment before turning to Snow Miser. "If you take her you have to take me as well. At least then she would have someone who's kind of familiar to her." Hermeys says. "That's fine. As long as you don't cause any trouble." Snow Miser jests then bursts out laughing. " Wait Hermey don't you have a-" You get cut off. "I have a second in command, she can take over while I'm away. Do you not want me to come?" Hermey asks, he puts his hand under his chin as he awaits an answer. "Well, I mean, I don't not want you to come. I can't just ask you to throw your life away and come with me though." You respond. "But I'm not 'throwing my life away', just consider it my vacation, I haven't had one of those in years. I've been too busy training my understudy so I can take time for myself occasionally and she's ready for a taste of what it's like to run the joint." Hermey replies. You both sit silently for a moment. "You made it so I can't argue with you." You say, blatantly. "Then it's settled, I'm going with you." Hermey says as he stands up and starts to leave the room.

You start to ask where he's going but before you can even get a word out edge wise, he answers. "I'm going to go pack a few things for the road, I'll be right back. Don't get into anymore trouble while I'm gone." He smirks at you, you're 100% sure he's once again making fun of you about the damn shoe thing.You watch as he walks out of sight, you turn back to Snow Miser who finished his laughing fit and is smiling gleefully at you. He probably caught the shoe thing as well. You sigh. "So, how's your day been?" You finally ask, Snow Miser snickers at you. "Didn't know what to talk about?" Snow Miser quarries. You shake your head. "I'm good, how are you?" Snow Miser asks with a tilt of his head. "I think I'm good. I mean, this is all so new and strange, but I think I'm okay." You look down and fiddle with your hands, then you look for Mrs. Claus in the crowd of elves that for some reason huddled into the right corner of the room near the entrance. You spot her, she's talking to some elves. Shit, you have to sit here in awkward silence until it's time to go. You've always been awful at small talk. Thank God Snow Miser noticed and just so happens to be amazing at it.

"So, where are you from, sugarplum?" You flinch, startled from the sudden voice behind you. You turn around to face Snow Miser and respond. "I'm from a small town in Idaho, Wallace. Have you heard of it?" You ask. "I know all the towns and cities from all over the world. You see, it's my job to send snow storms and cold weather all over the world. And before you complain about some places not getting much snow during winter, blame it on my brother Heat Miser. He controls fire and heat, he always turns my Snow into rain or fog in the southern states. God forbid I give the kiddos a Snow day." Snowy rolls his eyes and then looks back at you, a big smile is spread across your face, you're absolutely amazed that he can control weather. He must be one strong warlock.

Snow Miser's once annoyed expressions softens into a small smile. "Are you a warlock?" You ask, eagerly. Snow Miser chuckles at your enthusiasm. "Oh no dear, I'm not a warlock. I'm an Elemental. I'm the element of cold itself, that's why the room gets so cold when I walk in." He pauses. "I probably should have lead with that, actually. It would have been alot easier to explain that way." Snow Miser ponders for a moment before continuing. "My brother is the element of heat, I have more siblings who are various elements. My mother is Mother Nature herself." "What are they the elements of?" You ask, absolutely entranced. "Earthquake is the element of earth and earthquakes. Don't be fooled, he's quite friendly.. he can really shake up a joint. Then we have the wind quadruplets, who control each direction of wind, North, South, east, and west.

Be careful of North Wind, he's quite the snob. He also tried to kill Santa Claus that one year, but that's a story for another time. There's the sky twins, Thunder and Lightning, who, of course, control thunderstorms. Then there's the tides, High Tide and Low Tide. High Tide controls hurricanes and floods, and his brother Low Tide controls droughts and wave direction. They also control high and low tide, unsurprisingly. Then lastly, Mother Nature, she controls nature itself, she can control every element if need be. We take orders from her. That's everyone." "Who's your daddy?" You ask. "We don't have one, Mother Nature forged us from the very things we control. I was created from ice and dirt which then turned to flesh and bone, my brother Heat Miser was birthed from molten rock and dirt. Dirt is the thing Mother Nature uses to create flesh and also doubles as a connection to the earth." You look completely awestruck, it warms Snowy's frozen heart. Snow Miser chortles at you. "Is that really that interesting to you?" Snowy quarries. "It's absolutely incredible, I'm more invest in your stories than most things I've ever read. Please continue." Right as Snow Miser started to say something Hermey yelled. "I'm back!" You turn to look at him, he has a tiny black suitcase and a green backpack.

He sets his tiny suitcase on the ground. "Welp," Snow Miser stands up. "Looks like we'll have to continue this conversation later! Come along snow angel." You hop up and follow Snowy, Hermey follows behind you. Snowy leads you outside, and you and Hermey say your goodbyes to all the folks at the workshop, Hermey finishes a bit earlier than you. You make sure to give Mrs. Claus a big hug before finally walking back to Snowy who was standing patiently with Hermey, waiting for you. Snow Miser grabs your hand and then Hermey's, suddenly you're all warped into whole new icy environment. You smile, you're ready to embark on this exciting new journey.

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Next Chapter: Chapter 6

Previous Chapter: Chapter 4

#a year without a santa claus #a miser brothers christmas #rankinbass #snow miser #hermey #mrs claus #my stories #self insert #A snowflake adrift an icy wind #reader #y/n #reader insert

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somftchilds · 10 months

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PINNED POST

one piece oc blog for GALAPAGOS, the LAST ANYAGI.

hi my name is nami!! i'm 21, and a freelance animator!! honestly basic rp etiquette applies, just please don't be a dick or bring drama here. i'm here to have fun and write this magic goat!!

Extended Rules + Basic Bio Below Cut

don't be a dick! it's pretty simple, don't be rude. if there's an issue, please just come to me and tell me so we can get it resolved!!

if you want to break mutuals please hard block! i have a terrible memory and things often pass straight by me, so i often forget soft blocking happened OR given tumblr is glitchy as fuck i assume it was a glitch rather than a purposeful soft block. i will do the same c:

IF I DO HARD BLOCK YOU!! it's not because i hate you, i promise, it's probably just because i don't see writing combability or for my own comfort. it's really nothing against you c:

i am terrible at plotting at first, if i have no ideas i will sit and stare until something EVENTUALLY forms in my brain. so you'll have to be a little patient with me if i don't figure out a plot immediately :')

i have many brainrots and a bunch of other blogs that i jump between, plus i'm a fulltime art student who is in their senior year!! so activity is sporadic as fuck!! so it doesn't mean i don't want to interact with you if i don't reply witnin a week, it just means i'm busy. i ask you be patient with me when it comes to replies. in the past i've held onto this want to never drop anything and discovered that's really unhealthy!! i will let you know if i drop something.

if you come off as extremely clingy immediately i might block. i want to be friends with the people i'm writing with, yes, but in the past(both irl and on tumblr) i've had people get really latched onto me really fast and it's pretty uncomfortable if the vibe ain't there!! please respect my boundaries, thank you!!

i use they/it pronouns. recently i've been really settling on my own identity, which has been leaning further and further into it/its!! i'm really excited my brain is finally giving me something i'm satisfied with so!! yeah!! other names i've gone by in the past are gremlin, pterodolphin, or king. feel free to call me any of those, or just nami!! or make something up if you want, frankly i love the nicknames they're fun af.

i don't do passwords most the time, but trust me, if i follow you, i have read your rules and probably will read them 20 more times because i myself get paranoid about breaking rules so :') i've read them, i'm just most the time not a password sender.

this blog is technically a dual oc blog with my girlfriend(kittu)'s oc charlotte twist!! for now, twist is on hiatus, but when/if kittu ever decides she wants to write twist on here, twist will be available :3 but at the moment it's just me(nami) and galapagos!

More tbd probably if i need them.

BIO

name: galapagos nickname(s): gala, goat gender: female identifying age: 1013 (physically 13) species: anyagi height: 3'8"

role: sailor/traveler

abilities: Despite not being able to consume a devil fruit without dying, Galapagos possesses the natural, and rare, ability to grow plants within moments. In addition, she is also able to make a plant die, by either reversing the growth of a plant or forcing a plant to grow too much, ending a plant’s life early. However, with careful training, this “ too much ” can be settled to be able to let a plant grow past it’s full potential. Galapagos is also able to communicate with plants. In addition, she is able to burrow through any sort of soil and be able to hold her breath for upwards of an hour if not caught out of nowhere or being slammed underwater. Given her weightlessness as an Anyagi, she is incapable of dying from falling, given she will simply float down. Anyagi possess the ability to sacrifice their life to grow an entirely new devil fruit, Galapagos does have this ability.

history: Galapagos was born to Abdraecilius and Evangeline, two young adults within the Anyagi tribe. She was born roughly 900-1000 years prior to the main timeline. However, after a strange instinct, Galapagos went missing, when in reality she had simply gone into hibernation deep within Hoarfrost’s soil. By the time she awakened from her slumber, a new time had come and the entirety of the Anyagi tribe aside from her had been extinguished. In addition to most of the villages on the island. Presently, Galapagos had scavenged her own village for any remnants of her tribe being alive, only finding a few weapons, including what she uses now--a gun with a black blade attached--and then went off on a journey to find other anyagi...despite most likely being gone.

other: Galapagos often tells people she is a mink unless she really trusts someone, then she'll be a little more open about what she really is. Galapagos will always trust giants. Galapagos has a seed bag, this has seeds from Hoarfrost as well as everywhere she travels. She uses these seeds in case of emergency, using her ability to grow them fully. galapagos has a stutter.

Want More Anyagi Info? Check This Doc!

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sassy1121 · 2 years

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#however as an apparently official old i must say i’m identifying with the teachers and parents more than anyone else 😬

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"Hey, I meant to ask before -- has the dolly got a name?"

Wee John looked down at the rag doll nestled snuggly between his forearm and belly. "Nah, haven't had 'em long. Found it in a trunk and just..." He blushed a little and looked away. "It's silly."

Frenchie looked at him with open curiosity. "Nah, mate -- what? It's adorable. Just thought if it was gonna be roommates with us, I should know its proper name. Just been callin' it 'Dolly' in my head, but that seems disrespectful if it's not her name. His name? Their?" He looked a bit like he was trying to do sums in his head.

Wee John furrowed his brow and mumbled, "Hadn't really thought about it. Never had a doll before."

"What, never? Not even when you were a wee lad?"

He scoffed. "Never was 'a wee lad'. Always been big and always had to act grown. I can't remember anyone ever treating me like a lad, not really."

It was Frenchie's turn to scowl. "You said you made dresses with your mum -- you never made the scraps into toys or nothin'? I had a rag doll my mum made from a walnut and a scrap of linen." A small smile lit his face at the memory.

"Oh, there was no time for any foolishness like that. Work, work, work, it was. Ten mouths to feed, and me the man of the house."

Frenchie's look of sympathy was confusing. Isn't that how it is for everyone who grows up to be a fuckin' pirate? Besides His Nibs, of course. "I get it, man. Still a shame though. Every kid deserves something of their own, just for fun."

Wee John thought he might cry, but he pushed it aside. "I suppose... I suppose I'd call her Sinéad, after my nan?"

Frenchie reached out to gently take the doll's hand and bowed ever so slightly. "Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Sinéad. Welcome to the room. But so's you know, the bed is for sleepin' and the nook --" he pointed to the corner "-- is only for sittin'."

Wee John held Sinéad's arm and shook Frenchie's hand for her. "Much obliged," he said in a voice higher than his own.

"Well, now that's settled," Frenchie grinned, "where exactly are we gettin' these mints?"

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Tonight my kid (13??? for those keeping track at home) asked me what “slash fic” means. She was so, so, SO offended when I told her. Offended that there’s a special word for it.

We had an extremely interesting discussion about why you would need a word just for that, and what the fic and fandom landscape looked like before she was born.

Then I told her about the word “femslash” and she got EVEN MORE OFFENDED.

I think we landed on “well now if you say ‘fanfic’ people *assume* it’s gay, so CHECKMATE STRAIGHTS”

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me, anytime I've forgotten to do something or not been able to concentrate over the last week:

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Lighthouse Painting, my beloved.

(embroidery on random cotton fabric. it's about the size of a business card. i'm gonna stitch it to my bag, where it will get very beat up, so let's all just remember it as it is in this moment, shall we?)

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My #1 post of 2022

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#year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #how bout them pirates huh #only 20 posts of harvey content? i feel like all i do anymore is thirst after harvey

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bloodykora · 3 years

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Camp Boy

I've had this idea in my skull for a month so you're welcome.

Summary: Reader attended camp, so did Rory. Neither of them realized they knew each other.

MBAV Masterlist

I had attended camp after a few years in a row when I was little. When I turned 13 I didn’t need a babysitter and I got pretty antisocial therefore I didn’t go back. I always went to those stay away camps, packing for the week I’d be there. I met new people every year yet not 1 stayed in contact with me. However, 1 camper who I met once actually reached out to me.

It was the last day and a small blonde kid was giving out his info for a game we both happen to play online. He wrote in my book his user and before either of us could say our name I got whisked away by my cabin.

I played with this kid almost every day online, for a while he was the only friend I had. It was funny cause all I could refer to him was r.wayne, clearly making a reference to Batman. At least, I hoped it was a reference and not his real name. And he probably referred to me as jelly, jb or jellybean. A nickname I had been called for years. Though like always all good things come to an end. One day he stopped playing, he was never online anymore. After 2 months I stopped playing too.

I forgot about the boy for a while, only late night thoughts would bring him back up. The reason for this monologue was because I had moved therefore I had to dive through old boxes. Some of the gang helped when they were able to. We were already in the new house, putting the pre-packed stuff away. My nana and I were never able to fully settle in the old place, our life immediately jumping into chaos.

That’s where this story takes place.

Sitting in my new bedroom, walls bland and just a mattress on the floor. Old photos and collected books covering the ground.

“What’s this?” Rory asks, giving me a rolled up poster board.

“Oh! That was the first official poster assignment I made, I got a 90 on it. I was very proud of it so I kept it.” I explain, unrolling the tube.

“It was about a food chain.” I say, pointing to the different animals and how the coloured lines are associated with the animal.

“That’s cool! I didn’t know spiders could be that big.” Rory says.

“Yep. I had a huge obsession with them when I was younger.”

“They still do!” My nana yells from the abyss down the hall.

“You won a lot of awards.” He says, picking up a binder and skimming through it.

“They were more pity awards that most kids got. That was from when I was in foster care.”

“You sure have done a lot.”

“It’s probably why I’m so wise.” I joke, opening another box. I smile seeing what’s inside, pulling out a multi coloured bracelet with beads on it.

“I never see you read physical books, you don’t even have a bookshelf yet you have all these.” R comments, looking through the collection of Percy Jackson, Tokyo Ghoul, Divergent and other series I had.

“I read them online now, plus I don’t have a lot of free time to just enjoy a book. Normally I read for English assignments, it’s partly why I only sing in front of you. The other times it’s used for school events or posts on Facebook from my family.” I dig through the box, trying to get to the bottom for my old camp book.

“I still think you should’ve joined us for the talent show, you would have made a wonderful duet partner.” Ror says, sitting beside me while I dig through the box.

“I found it!” I exclaim, pulling the book out with force.

“Huh?”

“My old camp book! I was wondering where I put that.”

“You went to camp?”

“Yeah, this one was when I was in grade 6. I was in G6 cabin, my counsellors were Taylor and Peach.”

“You remember all that?”

“I guess so, it just comes to mind.”

“I don’t know what my cabin was named or the group, but one of my counsellors one year was named Colby. He was cool, he liked my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt.” Rory rambles as I turn the pages.

“Plus, there was a spider everyone called Larry.” Rory finishes, I pause looking at him.

“Larry?”

“The counsellors told us his name, there were so many of them when we walked out to a campsite! All the girls would scream when one would run over their foot.”

“Was Larry always on his web by a tree near the staircase in the morning?” I ask, doubting that Rory and I actually went to the same camp.

“Now that I think about it, I think so. It was weird the one day he wasn’t, all us guys got disappointed about it.”

“Did we go to the same camp?”

“Uhh, maybe? I didn’t know any people named y/n though, so I never met you.”

“Possibly different times of the summer we could have gone.” I explain, getting to the final pages of the book. Rory grabs my hand, looking at my watch.

“Oh crap! I gotta go, I promised my mom that I would help her with the dishes after dinner!” Rory exclaims, getting up and running to get his sweater.

“Be safe! Text me when you get home!” I yell to him waving, he waves before dashing off.

-The Next Day-

I had brought my camp book in for Sarah since she wanted to see younger photos of me. Benny was standing with me, looking through it as we spoke.

“Dude I swear Rory has the same one.”

“Yeah apparently we both went but at different times during the summer.” Benny shakes his head.

“No way. You guys were there together, I swear I’ve seen this photo before.” He says, pointing at a picture a group of us took with a lake in the background. He scans the photo, looking for our vampire friend’s face.

“Guys! I talked to my mom about camp and she found my book too!” Rory yells, jogging down the hall to us. The cover was similar to mine but his cabin being B3. He flicked through the pages while telling different stories and how his week went.

“Apparently there was this kid that didn’t cry all week then when they got off the bus and saw their parents they bursted out crying.”

“Wow. Repressed much?” Benny jokes, my brows furrow for a moment.

“Do you know who it was?”

“Nah, I think they were a few stops before me. I remember getting home at like 9 pm that night.”

“Why was it so late?”

“They took in kids from all over the province, therefore we had separate busses from where we all lived.” I explained, taking R’s book from his hands.

“What did you guys do there?” Benny asks us. The boys started talking about archery, hiking, and other things while I studied the pages that were the same as mine. We all had a page to acknowledge accomplishments we had done while at the camp. Mine were mostly centered around things I had never done like canoeing or feeding the ducks. Rory’s were different though like learning his cabin mates’ names or waking up in time for breakfast.

“So what are the beads for?” Benny’s voice breaking apart my train of thought.

“They were like accomplishments we had to do, each colour resembling something different.” Rory tells him and I nod in agreement.

“Teamwork, which was red, was the last one my cabin got. We had a few fights therefore pushing off the goal.”

“Mine was relationships, we got ours on the last day.” Rory says, flipping to the page about it.

“Wow you guys are like extra losers, earning beads?” Benny laughs.

“It’s hard when you’re 11 dude.” I say, lightly elbowing him.

“Yeah!” Rory says.

“Ror. You got your bead by talking to someone from another cabin?” Benny points out on the page.

“It’s more than just that, actually I-” Rory begins before the warning bell goes off.

“Tell me more about it later.” I say patting his back and handing the book back.

All throughout the second half of the day I thought about Rory’s words.

‘Apparently there was this kid that didn’t cry all week then when they got off the bus and saw their parents they bursted out crying.’ He couldn’t be talking about me could he? There’s no way. I mean yeah I sobbed when I got off the bus and saw my grandmother but it wasn’t cause I was repressing my emotions. I push the thoughts to the back of my head, trying to focus on the task at hand.

I pack up heading out of the classroom, seeing Ror’s blonde hair peek through the crowd. I could see his eyes looking for me and I stuck my hand up to wave. He sees it and makes his way to me.

“How was class?”

“Mr. G was talking about Greek gods today. Like Zeus and Hades and stuff. I think it’s cool, plus we talked about Medusa today. Apparently she was used as a safe symbol in places for women!” Rory tells me.

“Yeah, only men would be turned to stone if they looked at her. Not women.” I added and he nodded excitedly.

“You wanna come over today? My mom will be out with Ethan’s mom for their book club stuff.”

“Sure. I do have to finish homework but I’m free other than that.”

“Awesome!” I break off from him to my locker, putting my needed materials into my bag before throwing it over my shoulders.

The walk was uneventful until Rory ran after a squirrel but we made it to his house safely.

“Can’t believe Benny bashed the work we both did for the beads.” He says, taking a seat on his bed. I smile and nod, pulling out my binder then setting it on his desk.

“Can I look through your camp book?” Rory asks, using puppy dog eyes while pleading.

“Go for it, just don’t rip anything bud.” I answer, sitting down to start working on chemistry. I, unlike Ethan or Benny, could actually multitask successfully. Answering problems while Rory talked and asked questions.

“You look so different from when you were younger but also familiar, I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Says you mister glasses one day and the next you don’t need them cause of a bite.” I joke while counting on my fingers.

“It’s weird seeing your legal name on your old things.”

“Yeah but it’s nice, different from the bad stuff I associate it with.” He hums in content, as I finish up.

“You’re so fast with your homework, like Sonic or something.”

“That’s cause I do a good chunk of it in class unlike others.” I say while pointing my finger at him. He smiles, starting to float.

“OH YEAH! I never got to tell you about my yellow bead story.”

“The relationship bead?” He nods, setting my book down and grabbing his. He flipped through finding the page.

“It was the last day before lunch I think and the counsellors were trying to get me to talk to others. I started to talk about a game and no one would listen to me and they would just walk away BUT there was this kid who stuck out their book. I was confused obviously and they said to put my user in it so I did. Then they got rushed away by their cabin, I never knew their name but played the game I was talking about with me. Jelly was a good friend, it’s a shame my mom took away the internet.” Rory speaks and my eyes go wide. Oh my god, he was talking about me. He was talking about me being the kid on the bus, me being the kid who earned him his yellow bead. I take my book from the side of the bed and flip to the second last page.

“r.wayne. That was the boy who wrote in my book. I played every day after school with him, and I never got his name because my cabin was supposed to clean the dining hall.” I explain showing Rors the scribbling. I could see his brain process my words and his eyes widened.

“Yo! Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I laugh and nod, showing him the group photo of us at a lake and he shows me too.

“That’s me!” He shouts, pointing at a small blonde boy who was near the back with huge frames and a camp hat on. Clearly trying to protect himself from the sun. I point near the front, me. With the same hat on but a much darker tan than him.

“The universe is truly strange.” I joke leaning on his shoulder.

“Does this mean I can call you Jelly now?”

“No! It sounds like you’re making fun of me.”

#rory keaner x reader #rory keaner #my babysitter's a vampire imagine #my babysitter's a vampire #mbav

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demonprincezeldris · 2 years

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They didn't see hide nor scale of the four for a couple of weeks. The sirens were doing their best to avoid Ludociel and his crew, who conveniently kept "not noticing them." However, they WERE beginning to ease off their hunting. They kept "killing" the Sirens that they'd long since figured out were Pinky making illusions, and were convinced they'd gotten almost all of them, if not all of them.

Then Red showed up in the bay, and Arthur lit up, running down to the water, but stumbling to a halt when the siren cringed away. "Err, sorry, I didn't mean to- we were just- it's been awhile since we've seen you, and- well, are you all ok?"

"Yes, thank you. 'Greeny' is making a very good recovery, he's almost healed. We owe you his life, and honestly, ours. We'd have been dead ourselves a long time ago without him."

"About that, I wanted to ask. You said that he's been protecting you guys for 13 years, but he himself is only 17, right? So since he was FOUR??"

"...That's actually what I'm here for. Your name, it was Arthur, right?"

"Yes?"

"Ok. My name is Zeldris." Arthur's eyes widened as the siren offered out a hand. "Are you willing to come in the water with me, Arthur?"

"I-.... Oh my god. Ok. Yes, yeah, ok!"

He took his hand and allowed him to guide him out to a shoulder depth. He shivered a little when it hit his hips, warm ocean or not, it still FELT cold. "Arthur. Say my name."

"Zeldris." He breathed out.

"Again. Say it again." He settled his hands on his scaled waist.

"Zeldris." A clawed hand wrapped around his cheek, and they were nearly nose to nose.

"I've never done this before. I'm nervous. Say it again."

"Zeldris." They were leaning into each other now, his eyes half lidded.

"Good."

Zeldris pressed his lips against his, and-

"Arthur, NO!" Ban yelled. Kind or not, a sirens kiss would still curse someone-

Arthur's eyes flew open at the call, pain ripping through his throat and chest. He choked, bringing his hands up as tears gathered, and Ban started to run into the water, slowed as he stumbled forward. Before he could get there, Red grabbed him and yanked him under the surface, driving his hand hard against his stomach to force his breath out, instinctively, he inhaled, expecting the pain of drowning to double down, and... it didn't?

The pain eased, and he was breathing, natural as anything, UNDERWATER.

A hand grabbed him and yanked him back out, and he started choking again. "Arthur, I'm sorry I wasn't here, you've gotta try and BREATHE, kid-"

"Put him back in the water-" Zeldris started, annoyed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, we TRUSTED YOU-"

"Ban, do it-" Arthur choked out, and when he was given a baffled look, rolled over and shoved his whole head into the water, inhaling deeply.

Ban bristled, but then hesitated, watching, FEELING his back rise and fall with each breath. He was- he was BREATHING! Under water! He slowly lowered him in, and he was still breathing just fine, peeking just his eyes above the surface at him. Red was similarly drifting, eyeing Ban, and popped his mouth up to speak.

"I wasn't trying to kill him."

"Is THAT what a sirens kiss does?? Makes it so you can breathe under water??"

"Yes. Only for a day. It will wear off by this tomorrow. I need to show him something, but he has to be able to breathe."

"Will he be safe?"

"The reef is safer than the open ocean. I will keep him safe. Underwater, we are hidden from the cruel humans. At least, in the caves."

"Alright. I'll... be here, I guess."

They nodded, and Zeldris once more offered his hand. Arthur took it, and then they were moving. He was held against the sirens chest as his powerful tail pushed them through the water. It was incredible, he wasn't struggling to breathe at all, and he could see everything so CLEARLY.

"We're here." Zeldris said, slowing to a halt and releasing him. They were on some sort of undersea shelf, and there were several stones, all about the same size and shape, evenly spaced upon it. It was tucked up inside a sort of underwater alcove, and shielded from the tide. The water inside was still. Peaceful. Quiet. Each stone had an item in front of it.

"What... is this place?"

"....." Zeldris swam towards a stone, and picked up the item by it. It was an abalone shell, carefully carved into a pin like shape. "This was my mother's hair pin. And this-" a line of small beads. "This was my father's belt string. This-" two large, Red shells, connected by fraying cord. "Uncle Galand wore these on his shoulders to protect him from Maneaters. Aunt Melascula loved to wear these." Dark, flowing strands of silk. "They'd drift around her in the water." He snorted. "My brother says she was like the serpent of our pod."

He continued around, picking up each item, and giving a brief explanation of who it belonged to. Cousins, Derieri, Monspeet, Fraudrin (who was older, by a bit.) Uncle Gowther and Aunt Glariza. Mom and Dad.

"...This is a graveyard."

"Yes. This... is our pod."

"What HAPPENED??" He didn't bother masking the horror in his voice.

Zeldris finally turned to him. He looked sad, and a little tired. "Humans. 13 years ago, humans happened. I don't remember it, I was barely two. But Greeny does. He was four. He's described it to us. Humans came with sticks that rang with thunder and flashed with fire, spears that could move far faster than anyone could throw, nets with thin, sharp string, so thin you could barely see it in the water, but it would rip your skin apart, and cut right through your scales. He found me and Pinky first, Aunty Glariza gave him to us to run, and he went to find Blue. A human had cut his throat apart and Mama was wrapping it best she could while Dad fought back the humans. They killed him and went for her. She gave him to Greeny, and told him to run and hide while she held them off. He took the three of us and swam down into the deep, hiding in a crevice in the cliff face for hours. When he came back up, the humans were gone, and so was everyone else. Some of the more... mangled bodies had been left behind. But everyone else was taken for parts. He heard talk in later years of 'markets' where they sold siren parts, sometimes even whole sirens."

He looked at his shaking hands, rubbing his thumb along the abalone hair pin. "I was too young, but if I really really stretch my memory back... I don't remember anything clearly, I do not even know what my mother looked like. But I can remember her scream when Blue was injured, and the smell of his blood. I can remember Greeny sobbing quietly, but trying to keep us all as silent as possible, so we wouldn't be found by the humans as he tried desperately to keep Blue from bleeding out. Blue can remember the terror of that night, the blood, the screaming, the death. But I think he's blocked any little else out. He uh... He's mute now, because of that injury. I'm sure you saw the scar. It doesn't cause him pain, other than the occasional twinge. But he cannot speak, nor sing. And Pinky, he was only a few months old, but even he has an instinctive fear of humans."

"...And Greeny?"

"...He remembers it better than any of us. He's described that the faces of his dying family, the ones the rest of us cannot even recall what look like, and their screams and the smell, the TASTE of their blood in the water. He says he can remember the humans cheering as our pod was cut down one by one, laughing and yelling with each other as they shoved their bodies into this weird blue and white boxes that opened like chests. There is a REASON he hates humans so much, why he is so untrusting of you two, even with your kindness. I thought you needed to know why. Because since that day, we have been alone. It's just us four. And HE kept us alive. He scrounged up food, even when he himself went hungry, just as long as we ate. He found old tablets in the back of the caves that showed how to make salves for Blue's wound. Taught himself to read using them, and then taught us as we grew. Humans took EVERYTHING, and he has fought fang and claw to protect what was left. We are only here because he defied every law of nature, every expectation, every POSSIBILITY, and as a four year old, forced himself to grow up and be strong enough to keep us safe. THAT is why he despises humans so, THAT is why he will NEVER trust you."

"...I see. Thank you for trusting me with this."

"...Yes. But he has always defied expectation. Maybe... he will trust you. He gave me permission to show you this, after all."

His eyes widened. "Really?"

"He knows I like you, and he wants me to be happy."

"...Can I tell Ban about this."

"Yes. I encourage you too. I cannot show you our caves, my brother does not trust you enough for that. But I will take you somewhere we can wait until you must surface again."

"...Thank you, Zeldris."

"...Yes."

The humans at least deserve to know their past, as to why Meliodas doesn't trust them. Arthur had no idea the trauma he and his brothers experienced. And at such a young age too!

#Siren AU

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Return

It's been 2 years since you were last in Dublin. 2 years since you up and left without warning, saying goodbye to your life there and restarting somewhere completely new. Sometimes, you have to go backwards in order to move forwards.

Requested by @noctvrnalmoth I hope you like it!

*Featuring Jim from the Delinquent Season*

Stepping off the train into the platform, you sighed. It all looked the same, and yet so different. Pulling the buggy open, you gently strapped your sleeping son in and made your way to the taxi rank, your suitcase trailing behind you. A kind lady helped you with your bags and waited with you for an available taxi.

"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders there, are you okay?" She sat next to you on the bench as your son murmured adorably in his sleep. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry..."

"No don't be sorry.. just been a long time since I came back here is all. Few loose ends to tie up." You glanced at your son's sleepy features as his eyes started to open. Beautiful, ocean blue eyes alongside his dark hair, growing more every day... The memories of that night flooding back before you took a large gulp of water from the bottle in your bag, forcing them back down. You'd done so well... 2 years and you'd built a new life in London. New friends, amazing new job allowing you to put that degree in marketing to good use - you were finally making a complete fresh start. But the secrets you had buried deep inside kept coming to the surface the more your son grew. He deserved to know his roots, who his father was, you knew that, but you couldn't do it.

Choking a tear back, you thanked the kind lady for helping you as a taxi pulled up and she helped you to get in.

Pulling up outside your cousin Natalie's townhouse in the city centre, she was waiting for you at the gate to help with Jackson and your bags. Grinning from ear to ear she pulled you in for a huge hug once you'd got inside and settled on her couch as Jackson sat in this new lady's lap tugging at her earrings.

"I can't believe I'm only just meeting him y/n.. he's the image of you!!" She kissed his cheek, bringing him up to look at him properly for the first time not over Skype.

"I never see it, I just see.... I just see him I guess..." You mind wandered to the man you actually saw, but you didn't let it slip.

"Those EYES!!! So blue and vibrant, just beautiful!" Natalie was swooning now, she'd never seen eyes that blue on a baby. Your eyes were brown, so he clearly inherited them from his father, although you had never revealed his identity - just a drunken one night stand and he wasn't involved. You weren't lying, technically...

After catching up properly, Natalie told you she'd planned a few people coming over to welcome you back that evening - nothing major, just a few friends from years ago that were keen to see you after so long away.

"Oh.. yes, that would be nice... Um, who's coming?"

"Well I think David and Amanda, possibly Caroline.. I think Liam is asking Jim too but I'm not sure if he's up for it - he's been through a tough time lately.." you caught a gasp in your throat at the sound of his name. Last you heard, through Natalie, he and Danielle were going through a rough patch. Cheating accusations on both sides, they'd agreed to a trial separation. "Apparently she isn't as broken hearted as once thought - already shacked up with someone new, fancy house on the coast, new Jag on the driveway, she's doing quite well for herself!" Your chin began to wobble, not unnoticed by Natalie, who placed Jackson in his bouncer on the floor and moved to place a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm fine Nat, honestly I'm good. It was a long time ago, things have changed. I'm not that silly little girl with a crush anymore..." Natalie looked into your eyes. Nothing ever got past her.

"Y/n.. when I said I'd never seen eyes that blue, I meant on a baby. Only one person I know has eyes like that, and I think you know too. Tell me the truth, please?" You were frozen, until tears escaped and you couldn't stop them. Jackson looked to see his mum crying and began crying too. Scooping him up, you held him close.

"It happened once... Just once Nat... And he doesn't know and he doesn't need to know, let's just leave it there, yeah?"

"What?? This is Jim's son? I was almost kidding y/n... How could you keep this from him for 2 years??" She was stood up now in complete shock. Jim wasn't just her friend, he was her husband's brother - this made things even more intense. The atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

"Please Nat... This wasn't easy okay? I was 21, I slept with a married man, and I got pregnant... Then mum died.. I had to go back to London to sort out the funeral and the will... I didn't want to be seen as the homewrecker that got herself knocked up..."

"And what about Jackson? Doesn't he deserve to know his father?"

"Of course... And he would.. when I was ready Nat. And I'm not ready..."

"Not ready for what?" Liam, Natalie's husband was stood in the doorway, as you heard the front door close. Now standing next to him was the man you were desperately trying to avoid... Jim stood behind him, eyes wide at the sight of you with a baby in your arms.

"Baby, we need to go pick up that delivery from the post office, remember the one we missed last week?" Natalie pulled a confused Liam out of the room, leaving his brother and you alone.

"Y/n... Hey.. um.. how are you?" You tried to smile in response but your heart was pounding in your chest, you could barely breathe.

"I.. yeah.. um, yeah I'm okay.." you glanced down at his hand.. the wedding ring was gone. "I'm sorry to hear about you and Olivia..."

"Probably for the best eh... We weren't exactly getting along, just stayed together for the kids I think. They're older now though, they're fine. Y/n.. where did you go? Why did you go?"

"My mum was ill... She'd had a stroke and they couldn't save her, I had to go... I just stayed.. and things happened.."

"You had a baby..." He looked at the little boy in your arms, feeling extremely nervous now. "He must be just over a year old, right?" You nodded.

"13 months.."

"And we... We had sex y/n.. the day before you left..." His own breath was faltering now as the dates in his mind started to catch up. Again, you nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks. The realisation of what was happening dawned on Jim. He started to back away, before shaking his head and storming out of the house, the door slamming behind him making you and your son jump.

Your sobs came out in full force now, Liam and Natalie coming back into the room. Liam took Jackson into the kitchen to find him something to eat as Natalie held you.

"It's okay y/n... Give him time yeah? Poor guys just had the shock of his life, he'll come round." Your heart was sinking.. you hadn't meant for any of this to happen, but here it was. The memory of that afternoon had never left you, you hadn't even been able to move on - your son, for starters, looked just like him, how could you find love with anyone with the constant reminder of the man you'd never have around you 24/7.

Flashback

"I'm so sorry Jim, I didn't know who else to call..." You climbed into his car, cheeks burning as he picked you up from outside the pharmacy. You'd been walking along the road when a pothole in the pavement took you by surprise and you'd tripped, your ankle turning funny - the pain was horrific, but no one seemed to be answering your phone calls when you rang around for someone to come pick you up. Reluctantly, you'd dialled Jim's number, your cousin's brother in law. He'd given you his number the previous week, after offering to help you move into your new apartment later that month.

"No problem, I was just dropping the kids at school so I was only round the corner." He helped you into the car and drove you back to his house. "I figured your place is in boxes, no chance of a first aid kit either, I'm guessing?"

"No," You laughed. "Thank you so much.." you grimaced as you turned your foot round, trying to ease the pain.

"Definitely not broken, just need to rest it. I'll put the kettle on." Jim led you into the kitchen and sat you down at the kitchen table, and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge. Lifting your leg onto the chair opposite, he placed the ice pack onto your ankle. "Feeling okay?" He asked, flicking the kettle on and preparing two mugs of coffee.

"Much better.. thank you." Definitely better.. the physical contact from him was driving you insane, you had to swallow the blushes in your cheeks, praying he hadn't noticed.

"I've only got instant coffee... Hope that's okay - Danielle won't let me buy a coffee machine." He rolled his eyes. His wife was one of the tightest women he'd ever met.

"It's fine, thank you.. and I honestly can't thank you enough for coming to get me.. I can't believe how clumsy I am!"

"Hey those pavements are a nightmare - I'm surprised no one's broken a leg yet! Don't you be moving now, I'll take you back home once that swelling has gone down."

"How did you know how to fix it all?"

"I have a son, y/n, who at one stage a few years ago thought he was an actual superhero and would fling himself off anything to check if he could fly.. you learn the difference between a broken ankle and a twisted one pretty quick!" He laughed, remembering the time his son climbed the tallest tree in the park, giving him a heart attack before throwing himself from the top - luckily Jim caught him before he hit the floor.

"I think it's better now, Jim, I can try and walk." You said, after chatting for a while in the large kitchen.

"Let me help you.." he held your hands and guided you upright, your chests now pressed together as you placed your foot gingerly on the floor, testing it's strength. Stumbling slightly, Jim caught you, your bodies now even closer together. You could feel his heart racing, could he feel yours? His hands wrapping around yours, holding you up, an arm snaking round your waist. You looked up and found him looking right back at you, your face inches from his. Before you had time to think, you kissed him, before quickly pulling back.

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh god.. no... I'm sorry..." He took your hand in his and pulled you back to him, pressing his lips back to yours. This time you didn't pull back, your mouth opening allowing his tongue to dance against yours. Lifting you up, he sat you on top of the counter, his hands roaming your body hungrily.

"I can't... I shouldn't..." He murmured against your neck, the vibrations driving you wild with need. "You're so fucking beautiful y/n..." He ground your hips against yours, you could feel his erection through his jeans as you reached down to cup it through them, kneading it slightly. He growled, pulling your hand up to his chest, his heart hammering underneath his shirt. "You feel that? Feel how fast that's going?" Silently you took his hand and placed against your chest.

"Feel mine...." You pushed his hand down lower.. over your breast... Down your stomach and under the waistband of your skirt. His fingers found your folds, and he gasped your name. "I'm wet... I'm so fucking wet..." Lifting your skirt up, he pulled your underwear down. You relieved him of his jeans and they fell to the floor, revealing no underwear, just his huge, hard cock already leaking.

"I see you are too..." You ran a finger along the slit, taking some of the precum and lifting it to your mouth. "You taste good..."

"You want this...?" He asked, lining himself up against you. You nodded, and he pushed in easily, you gasped his name and threw your head back as he filled you completely. Pulling on your hips, he rocked you against him as he moved his own hips back and forth, fucking you against the countertop. You legs wrapped round his waist as his thrusts came harder, deeper, faster.

"Fuck... Right there... Jim... Oh god...." He bit down on your exposed neck, hands pushing against your still covered breasts, he moaned.

"Feels so good y/n... You feel so good... That's it baby, I need to feel you... Cum for me..." You leaned back, and eyes locked with his you drew a hand down to circle your clit as he moved inside you.

"Gonna make myself cum on you... Gonna cum hard for you... Faster Jim..." He pounded into you now, your moans echoing through the kitchen as you came over him, his release following seconds later. Both of you leaned your heads together as your worlds came back into focus.

Present Day

"Hey."

"Hey.." you'd agreed to meet Jim for a coffee a few days later. He'd called you the evening before, slightly tipsy which made you chuckle. Liam and Natalie were watching Jackson while the two of you caught up.

"How's the hangover?" You smiled, he grimaced.

"Well I've definitely felt fresher.. it was a bit of a shock y/n..."

"Listen.. for what it's worth.. I'm sorry. I didn't know I was pregnant until I was nearly 20weeks. With the stress of losing mum and the funeral, I hadn't had a period for a while but I thought it was just the stress.. then my friend convinced me to take a test and the doctors confirming it.. it was too late to do anything about it.. then I heard you and Danielle were trying for another baby and I just couldn't do it Jim.. I couldn't destroy your life like that.." your hands were shaking. He leaned over and took your hands in his.

"I understand y/n.. I do. I spent most of this week thinking about it. I don't blame you for what you did.. but I do wish you'd told me."

"I'd done enough damage Jim, sleeping with a married man? On his kitchen counter where he makes his kids breakfast? Where his wife makes her coffee in the morning? I couldn't face you.. I couldn't face what I'd done.."

"You know where my wife was, that morning?" He leaned back, smiling a little. "At her office, bent over the desk while her boss fucked her from behind. She called my number by accident while it happened. I didn't answer, obviously, I was busy.. but my voicemail picked up the whole thing. I'd had my suspicions for a long time, but that confirmed it. We were never trying for another baby - that's just what she told people to distract them from the fact we were clearly falling apart at the seams. Couldn't exactly be mad at her after what I'd done with you though."

"Did you tell her?"

"Yes, but she didn't know it was you. Then you up and left.. I thought there was no need to tell her who it was. I guess now we kinda have to, right?"

"Jim, I don't expect anything from you, okay? I have an inheritance from my mum, I'm fine for money, there's no need to be involved if it'll cause you problems.."

"No. You've kept him from me for nearly 2 years y/n, don't do this again, please? I'm not asking you to move in, I'm not asking for a relationship, I just want to get to know our boy.. that's all.. please?" You saw it in his eyes. It was there, for all to see. Was it love?

"I'll call Nat.. ask her to bring him over, maybe we could go for a walk?" Jim smiled, nodding. You made the call, and an hour later you were walking to the local park, Jim pushing the stroller. He took Jackson out of the buggy and placed him inside a baby swing, pushing him gently while pulling silly faces making him giggle. Your heart swelled watching them.

"He's incredible.. those eyes.."

"Your eyes, Jim." He looked up at you and smiled listening to his son's giggle, before he started becoming grouchy again.

"He's teething... Come on little man, let's get you back shall we?" Jim lifted him from the swing and placed his little finger in Jackson's mouth. He responded by sucking his gums along it, finding relief. You smiled, watching Him soothe your son's whimpers of pain as his teeth came through.

Making your way inside Natalie's house, you were surprised to find it empty. A note on the kitchen counter read that they'd gone out for the afternoon, they wouldn't be home until the evening. You warmed a bottle of milk for Jackson as Jim gave him some Calpol. Taking the bottle from you, he fed his son, as you watched, heart pounding as you watched the man you were still in love with take such good care of your baby. Within 15 minutes, Jackson was fed and had been rocked to sleep in his father's arms, you took him and placed him upstairs in his cot to nap. You knew he'd be out for at least an hour after all that fresh air. Walking back into the lounge, you found Jim sat on the sofa waiting for you.

"Come here, y/n..." You sat next to him as he turned to face you, hand gently caressing your cheek. "What are we going to do now?"

"I'm heading back to London tomorrow Jim..." His eyes glistened slightly. He'd just found his son, and now he was going again. He'd just got you back in his life, and now you were disappearing again...

"What can I do to make you stay?" His question took you by surprise. Stay?

"Jim, I..."

"I haven't stopped thinking about you.. about what happened 2 years ago. How long I'd wanted you, how long I'd dreamt of you, how I still dream of you even now.. and we share a son y/n.. I can't let you go again, it'd break me.."

"I'm half your age Jim! I'm barely older than your eldest child, how can this possibly work?" He answered with a kiss. Leaning forward to take your mouth against his, without thinking you returned it, linking your fingers with his as he pulled you into his lap.

"It'll work because we'll make it work.. nothing else matters.. all of that other stuff is irrelevant.." he felt you grind your hips against his and his erection was burning against his jeans. He needed you, now.

"And Danielle?"

"Is fucking a man old enough to be her own father - opinion invalid. I don't care about her, I care about you.. please.." he was aware of how desperate he sounded but he didn't care. He had his hand under your t-shirt against your breast, no bra in the way this time. Lifting you up, he carried you upstairs to the guest room you were staying in, and laid you down softly on the bed underneath him.

"Birth control?" He looked at you, smiling.

"The coil - don't worry, I'm covered this time.." You smiled back as he lifted your t-shirt over your head and kissed you again. The reason for being at the pharmacy 2 years ago was to collect your prescription for the pill - you'd not taken it for a couple of days after running out suddenly. After Jackson was born, you switched to a more efficient form of birth control.

Pulling your skirt down and off, along with your underwear, he nestled his face between your thighs, now parted by his hands.

"I want you to watch me y/n... Watch me as I make you cum..." Your core burning, you raised yourself up on your elbows as he blew a hot breath against your wet folds, causing you to shiver under him. He parted your lips with his fingers, before licking from your pulsing hole up to your clit, finding a rhythm that made you cry out and shudder underneath his tongue. Smiling, groaning into you, you tried to keep your eyes on him as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

"Jim.. don't stop.. oh god..." You hadn't had sex since that afternoon 2 year ago, no one being good enough to compete with the man currently buried between your legs. No pleasure you'd given yourself since was a patch on this, and you felt that burning feeling in your stomach starting to rise. "I'm close... Mm... Fuck I'm close..." Your words barely a whisper but he heard them, pushing harder with his tongue as a finger entered you, hooking upwards to find that spot inside, the one you didn't think actually existed, but there it was.. you bucked against his mouth, coming hard and fast - you felt your liquids gush over his chin, there was no stopping them... "Aha... Oh god Jim... Fuck... Stop, it's too much..." He smiled, blowing another warm breath over you before moving back to your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, turning you on even more.

Flipping him onto his back, you lifted his clothes off him and kissed down his chest. Your core needed a breather before you took him inside you. Licking the top of his now rock hard cock, you slowly sank your lips down, taking him fully inside your mouth. You'd never had a strong gag reflex, and you enjoyed the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"Holy fuck... Jesus y/n... That's it baby..." Up and down your head bobbed, swapping between hard and light sucks, your teeth gently scraping the underside of his cock and your fingers lightly playing with his balls underneath you. Every time you felt them tighten, you'd ease off, allowing him to catch his breath, before bringing him into your mouth again. After a few near explosions, he couldn't take anymore and lifted you off motioning for you to sit on him. "Ride me y/n..." You smiled, and sank your pussy onto him, allowing him to fill you. Slowly so as to adjust to his length, your hips moved, back and forth, up and down, finding the right rhythm for you both. He sat up, chests together and his hands under your thighs as he rotated his hips from underneath, driving his cock against that magical spot again.

"Yes... God that feels good... Jim..."

"I'm not gonna last long y/n..."

"That's okay.. we've got plenty of time to make up for this... Cum in me, give me all of you..." You felt his cock twitch inside you as he moved your hips faster. Leaning back, you rode him hard, the bed frame squeaking underneath as you both cried out, your climaxes arriving simultaneously. Coming back to rest your head against his, you clenched your core once more causing him to gasp as you drew yourself off him slowly. Lay down next to each other, he pulled you into his arms.

"Did you mean what you said?" He asked, kissing your head gently. "Plenty of time?"

"I meant it, Jim... I need to get back to London to sort a few things, put my flat up for sale.. my job... But yes. If you'll have us, we'll come back.." you looked into his eyes. He lifted your head to kiss you and you felt it. All the love you thought you'd never find, in the man you thought you'd never find it with.

Everything was going to be fine, you couldn't wait to start your life over again, this time for the last time.

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lee-scribbles-and-doodles · 3 years

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My Top Ten Overlooked Movies With Female Leads In No Particular Order

Note: When you see this emoji (⚠️) I will be talking about things people may find triggering, which are spoilery more often then not. I mention things that I think may count as triggers so that people with them will be aware before going in to watch any of these.

Edited: 3/16/21

Hanna (2011)

So, before I get into why you should watch this movie, I just want to take a moment to say why it's near and dear to my heart. Growing up as a queer kid in the early 2000s, seeing portrayals of people like or similar to myself on anything was rare at best. It was mostly in more "adult" movies or shows that my parents would occasionally let me watch with them that I'd see any lgbtq+ rep at all. Often times they were either walking stereotypes, designed to be buried, evil, or all three.

Then here comes this PG-13 action thriller with a wonderfully written main female lead who, at the time, was close to my age, and who got to kiss another girl (her very first friend, Sophie) on screen in an extremely tender and heartwarming scene. To say the least, it was a life changing moment for me personally.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, Hanna is a suspenseful movie about a child super-soldier named, you guessed it, Hanna (played by Saoirse Ronan) and her adoptive (?) father Erik Heller (played by Eric Bana) exiting the snowy and isolated wilderness of their home and taking on the shadowy CIA operative, Marissa Wiegler (played by Cate Blanchette) who wants Erik dead and Hanna for herself for mysterious reasons.

It also has an amazing soundtrack by the Chemical Brothers, great action scenes, and it has an over arching fairytale motif, which I'm always a sucker for.

⚠️ Mild blood effects, some painful looking strikes, various character deaths, and child endangerment all feature in this film. However, given its PG-13 rating, a majority of viewers are presumably able to handle this one. Still, be aware of these going in.

Sidenote: It's recently gotten a TV adaptation on Amazon TV, although I have not watched it, and do not know if Hanna and Sophie's romantic/semi-romantic relationship has transferred over.

A Simple Favor

A Simple Favor is a "black-comedy mystery thriller" centered entirely around the relationship between two mothers, the reclusive, rich, mysterious, and regal Emily (played by Blake Lively), and the local recently widowed but plucky mommy blogger, Stephanie (played by Anna Kendrick). When Emily suddenly goes missing, Stephanie takes it upon herself to find out what happened to her new best friend.

It's a fantastic and entertaining movie throughout, with fun, flawed and interesting characters. The relationship between the two female leads is also implied to be at least somewhat romantic in nature, and they even share a kiss.

⚠️ The only major warnings I can think of is that the movie contains an instance of incest and one of the main plotlines revolves around child abuse, although both of these potentially triggering topics are not connected to each other, so there is thankfully no csa going on.

Edit: I legitimately forgot there was drug use in this movie until now. So, yeah, if that's a trigger, be careful of that.

I Am Mother

I became mildly obsessed with this movie when it came out. I Am Mother is a sci-fi film that centers entirely around a cast of two woman, and a female-adjacent robot who is brought to life on screen with absolutely amazing practical effects.

The plot is such, after an extinction-level event, a lone robot known only as Mother tasks herself with replenishing the human race via artifical means. She begins with the film's main protagonist, Daughter. Years go by as Mother raises her human child and the two prepare for Daughter's first sibling (a brother) to be born. However, on Daughter's 16th birthday, the arrival of an outsider known only as Woman shakes Daughter's entire world view. She begins to question Mother's very nature, as well as what's really going on outside the bunker she and her caretaker call home.

⚠️ This movie features child endangerment and reference to child death.

Lilo and Stitch

When I decided to add a single Disney film to this list I initially thought it was going to be hard but almost immediately my brain went to Lilo and Stitch, and specifically about the relationship between Lilo and Nani.

On the surface, this film is about a lonely little girl accidentally adopting a fugitive alien creature as a "dog," but underneath that the story is also about two orphaned sisters and the older sister's attempts to not let social services tear them apart by stepping up as the younger sister's primary guardian. Despite its seemingly goofy premise, Lilo and Stitch has a very emotional and thoughtful center. It's little wonder how this movie managed to spawn an entire franchise.

Despite the franchise it spawned (or possibly because of it), I often find that Lilo and Stitch is overlooked and many people only remember it for the "little girl adopts an alien as a pet" portion of its plot, and I very rarely see it on people's top 10 Disney lists.

⚠️ This movie could be potentially triggering to people who were separated from their siblings or other family members due to social service intervention. There's also a bit of child endangerment, including a scene where Lilo and Stitch both almost drown.

Nausicaä and the Valley of the Wind

Unlike the above entry, I did struggle a little bit with picking a single Studio Ghibli film. Most media of the Ghibli catalogue have strong, well-written, unique, and interesting female leads so selecting just one seemed like quite the task.

However, I eventually settled on this particular film. In recent months, Princess Nausicaä has become my absolute favorite Ghibli protagonist and I'm absolutely enchanted by the world she lives in.

Set in a post-apocalyptic world overun by giant insects and under threat of a toxic forest and its poisoness spores, Nausicaä must try to protect the Valley of the Wind from invaders as she also tries to understand the science behind the toxic forest and attempts to bridge the gap between the insects and the humans.

For those who have never seen the film, I think Nausicaä's personality can best be described as being similar to OT Luke Skywalker. Both are caring, compassionate, and gentle souls who are able to see the best in nearly anyone or anything. She's an absolutely enthralling protagonist and after rewatching the film again for the first time in well over a decade she has easily become one of my all time favorite protagonists.

Whenever I see people talk about Ghibli films, they rarely mention this one, and when they do mention it, it's often in passing. In my opinion it's a must watch.

⚠️ This movie contains some blood, and the folks who either don't like insects or who have entomophobia may not appreciate the giant bugs running about throughout the movie. (Although most insects do not directly relate to real life bugs, and are fantasy creatures).

A Silent Voice

A Silent Voice is an animated movie adaptation of a manga of the same name. While I've never had the pleasure to read the manga, the movie is phenomenal. It covers topics such a bullying, living in the world with a disability, the desire for atonement, social anxiety, and depression in a well thought out manner that ties itself together through the progression of the relationship between its two leads, Shoya and Shouko. It's also beautifully animated. Although very popular among anime viewers, I've noticed that it's often overlooked by people who watch little to no anime. So I suppose this is me urging non-anime viewers to give this film a chance.

⚠️ As mentioned above, the movie deals with bullying, anxiety, and depression (with this last one including suicidal thoughts and behaviour). If discussion of those topics are triggering to you, than you may want to proceed with caution or skip this movie all together.

In This Corner of The World

Another manga adaptation, this one taking place during WWII-era Japan. In This Corner of The World follows the life of a civilian Japanese woman, Suzu Urano, as she navigates simply living and her new marriage as the wartime invades nearly all aspects of everyday life. I think this movie is a good representation of what it must be like to be living as civilian in a country at war where the fight is sometimes fought on one's own soil. It was also an interesting look into pre-50s Japanese culture in my opinion. It's also beautifully animated featuring an art style I don't see often.

Despite it being well known among anime fans, I never really see it be brought up, even among said anime fans themselves.

Side note: I've seen many WWII dramas centering around civilians but they've almost always been about American or UK civilians. This was the first movie I'd seen that features the perspective of a Japanese civilain.

⚠️ Features the death of a child and limb loss. There's also a disturbing scene featuring a victim of one of the atomic bombs near the end.

Wolf Children: Ame and Yuki

This film follows Hana, a Japan-native woman who fell in love with a magical shape-shifting wolf-man, and her trials with raising their children, who can also magically shape-shift into wolves, on her own. It's a very heartfelt movie about a mother's love and the struggles of doing right by your children when you have limited resources to actively guide and care for them. All the characters feel unique and alive in my opinion. Also, the animation is so good that my sister and I initially mistook it for a Ghibli film.

Again, like the previous two anime entries, I don't see it ever brought up outside of anime circles.

⚠️ There's some child endangerment present in the film, although none of it is the fault of Hana as far as I can remember.

Roman Holiday

Roman Holiday is about the fictional Princess Ann (played by Audrey Hepburn), who while on a whirlwind tour of Europe, finally reaches her breaking point over having her entire life be one big schedule and all her words and actions being rehearsed. In the spur of the moment, she runs away in hopes of experiencing what life is like for other women. Unfortunately, she was previously given a sedative, meaning she doesn't get too far before it takes effect. Fortunately, she is found by the kind reporter Joe Bradley (played by Gregory Peck). Believing her to be drunk and unable to get an address from her (because she has none) he ends up taking her home for safety's sake and allows her to sleep off her suppose drunken stupor. The next day, he realizes who she is, and decides to take her on a fun sight seeing trip across Rome in hopes of getting the big scoop. Along the way, they begin to fall for each other.

This is my favorite black and white, old romance film. I think the relationship between the main characters is absolutely beautiful and I have a lot of fun watching it.

⚠️ I'm not entirely sure what kind of warning this film would need. However, it was released in 1953, so values dissonance will probably be at play for many viewers to at least some extent. For example, early in the film Ann is given sedation drugs by her doctor for her behavior, something that is very unlikely to happen today. Also, Mr Bradley deciding to take Ann home to keep her safe rather than call the police or an ambulance is a very pre-90s decision in my opinion.

#hanna 2011 #a simple favor #i am mother #lilo and stitch #nausicaä of the valley of the wind #a silent voice #in this corner of the world #wolf chilren ame and yuki #wolf children #roman holiday #black and white film #anime #disney #studio ghibli #movie recs #top 10

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theinkedfoxsl · 2 years

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oc interview for Emil 1-25, The one before that for Ezel 1-10 + 15

1. Who makes up your family? How close are you to them?

"I used to believe family was those you shared your blood with. I know better now. Of course my lovely sisters, Alexis and Mitch. My spouse.. My best friends. All of them are family. And we're quite close. I love them all greatly."

2. Who is your best friend? Tell us about them!

"Ah Laure Plouffe, I remember she got teased for her name and my mere presence ended up scaring off the bullies.. She's been my best friend since childhood! She's awesome and I love her dearly. She can also hold her own quite well, and she'll never fail to impress me."

3. What is your favorite childhood memory?

"One year I was able to buy Mitch the latest Fontaine painting supplies and her happiness when she got them.. It was nice. I loved getting things for my sisters in general.."

4. What is your least favorite childhood memory?

"Oh.. I'd rather not talk about it, if we could."

5. What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?

"Call it stereotypical but I enjoy reading with a nice glass of firewater in front of a cozy fireplace."

6. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

"Kill my best friend."

7. Who do you look up to?

"Nobody. Not anymore."

8. What do you think had the biggest impact on you growing up?

"My father, obviously."

9. Are you a spiritual person? If yes, what do you practice?

"I know what the Gods have done, the sins they have committed. And yet if I turn my back on them, I only have myself to blame. Call it selfish, but I'd rather share this burden with a higher power."

10. Where were you born? Where did you grow up? Where do you live now?

"I was born and raised in the main city of Fontaine. Now I... Float, mostly.."

11. What is your favorite type of media (TV, movie, books, etc)? Name some specific favorites (which shows, movies, books, etc do you like)!

"Legend of the Lone Sword was my favourite as a child. I suppose I still hold it dear along with this old book of Fontaine ballads."

12. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? (on vacation or permanently!)

"Anywhere I am surrounded by my loved ones is good enough for me. But.. Admittedly. I'd love to return to Fontaine. Those are my people, my nation. I feel I've abandoned it."

13. You’re given an unlimited budget to build anything you want! What do you build and where do you build it?

"A house that Korrie and I can call home. Call it whatever you want, cringy or cheesy. I just want somewhere we can safely settle down. He deserves that."

14. What are your favorite music genres?

"I quite like Fontaine rock n roll, I know it isn't for everybody though."

15. Do you play any instruments? Which ones? How long have you been playing?

"I played violin growing up, but I was never musically inclined. My sister is much better than I."

16. Describe your perfect day.

"A gentle rain, a nice breeze, not too cold or too warm. I'm sitting inside by the fireplace, warm cider in my hand, a good book on rock formations in Natlan's inner region.. Preferably Korrie is there against me, but you know, he can do whatever he wants haha."

17. What makes you laugh?

"Not very much but it would seem my lover's laugh always manages to get me."

18. What’s the best way to cheer you up?

"Firewater, please."

19. What makes you sad?

"What makes any of us sad, the cruelty of the world."

20. Describe your biggest pet peeve.

"When people stand too close to me. I like my personal space."

21. Describe your ideal partner.

-He gestures vaguely to Korrie standing out of frame-

22. What’s the easiest way to flirt with you?

"Have ice cream hair and a good sense of humour. A wink will get me to my knees with that."

23. Have you ever had a crush on someone? Do you have a crush now?

"Not until my current partner. I never quite had those feelings.."

24. What would you consider your main love language?

"Quality time and gift giving."

1. What is their morning routine? What are the first things they do when they wake up?

Ezel is mostly a night owl, so he's getting up anywhere from noon to 1800 on a bad day. When he gets up he typically cleans up a little bit and then drinks coffee to get himself going. Once that's done he goes through his crew's reports. He's very straight to work the second the sweet sweet cold coffee touches his tongue.

2. What is their nighttime routine? What are the last things they do before they fall asleep?

And as expected, he's mostly awake during the night. And he works til he drops. Pillaging as it were, you know. When he finally does settle down, its usually eight to nine am. He immediately downs a shot of firewater and then crawls into bed to pass out. Nothing special. He wakes up alone, goes to bed alone.

3. They’re locked out in the rain. What do they do?

Ezel can and will kick the fucking door down.

4. What would their ideal first date be?

He has to pay. He insists on it. Beyond that, he'll do whatever his date wants to do. He's mostly only in it for the company. (That is to say, even if he did have true feelings for somebody, he doesn't know what to do about them. Let alone have an ideal first date)

5. If they matched with someone on a dating app, what would they use as their opening line?

It's just a photo of his bank account (,:

6. If they were videogame characters, what loot would they drop when they died?

He literally is a treasure hoarder, look at the loot bro. If he was a boss though he drops "Tuft of fur" "Torn black cloth" and "Glass eye"

7. What are the last 3 things in their Google search history?

Ezel has the random search browser add-on so that the cops can't track him properly.

8. They can’t find their keys. Where are they?

In his hand, he's an idiot sometimes.

9. Time pauses for 24 hours and they can just do whatever they want. What do they do?

Somebody in his crew: Whatcha got there? Ezel, with the contents of an entire bank: Hm?

10. What would their karaoke song be?

He doesn't sing.

15. They need to go on a 5 hour drive. How do they prepare?

Snacks, a good playlist, and preferably company. Ezel would hate to admit it but.. He hates being alone.

#Lane's OCs #Emil Baudelaire #Ezel the Betrayer

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sunflowerim · 3 years

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I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 23

Weekend 1

Louis opened the door to an extremely handsome Harry Styles holding two boxes of pizza in his hand and a nervous smile playing on his lips. His sunglasses were set in his hair and his dimples popped up as soon as he saw Louis.

"Hi."

"Hey Harry, come in."

Louis opened the door wider to let Harry come in. Harry moved inside and put his shoes in the rack by the door and looked at Louis with a questioning gaze. Louis was confused for a second before he saw Harry holding up the pizza boxes.

"Oh, just leave them on the kitchen counter", Louis said pointing across the room.

He brought pizza.

"You have a nice apartment", Harry said looking around him.

"Ha thanks. I hope you didn't have trouble finding the apartment."

"No, not at all-- Hey I hope this isn't too awkward", Harry added after a pause.

"Well it was when you suggested the plan, but you're here now, so I suppose we should get on with it."

"I guess we should."

Harry smiled and hoped that it hid all the traces of nervousness he was feeling. Was this a date? Did Louis think it was a date? Definitely no. He wasn't even on board with the idea initially. But Harry is here. He's going to watch a movie with a man he's low-key attracted too. He was too confused and his feelings were all over the place and he could only hope he didn't end up making a fool of himself.

"Well make yourself comfortable on the couch while I heat the pizzas". Louis' voice brought Harry out of his reverie and he nodded and made his way towards the couch.

Harry could hear Louis scuttle about in the kitchen as he flopped down on the couch and took in the sight around him. The apartment was decorated with fairy lights and it moved something in Harry. He smiled despite himself. A projector had been set up on the coffee table in front of him and the white screen lay a few feet away. He assumed that the television was behind it. He looked to his left to find a neatly stacked bookshelf, with fairy lights hanging off it. Beside was a small bed with blankets and curtains hung in front of the the setup with a circular table next to it. It must be Louis' reading nook. A bookworm too. Louis is full of little surprises. Overall the apartment looked so cozy that it made Harry comfortable at once. This looked like a home, a proper one, where someone could live happily, unlike his unnecessarily large one.

Soon enough Louis was standing in front of him setting the pizza boxes down on the coffee table. Before Harry could say something Louis was off again, returning this time with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Ah drinks.

Truth be told, Louis hadn't been able to resist the idea of movie, pizza and wine combo, drunken awkwardness be damned.

Louis sat across from Harry and was thinking about what to say when Harry said, "do you mind if I get some water?"

"Yeah sure it's in the fridge."

As Harry walked towards the kitchen, Louis took the moment to calm himself down. He should be regretting his decision to agree with Harry in the first place, but he was kinda glad Harry was here. I mean they could at least be friends. With that thought we stood up to put the dvd on the set everything up.

Back in the kitchen, Harry was trying to do the same thing. He'd never been this nervous around someone. He quickly opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. He was about to close the door when his eyes fell on a huge stash of chocolates. Harry could feel the nervousness melt in him. This was so cute. After having some water, and putting the bottle back in the fridge, he noticed a box of dog treats on the kitchen counter. Louis has a dog too! This man cannot get any cuter.

Harry walked back to the living room to see that Louis had set everything up and the movie intro started playing. The sight looked so endearing that Harry couldn't help click a picture.

Harry went back to where he was sitting, putting a careful distance between him and Louis. Harry started first.

"You have a dog?"

Louis paused the movie.

"Oh yeah. Cliff. He's asleep right now."

"Well I hope to meet him before I go."

"Sure, he'll be up soon anyway. I took him for a long run today so he's probably more tired than usual."

"How insensitive."

"Pardon me if I want to keep my dog fit and healthy."

"Ah, you're a good dad."

"I am."

Both of them smiled as a silence settled between them. Louis broke it.

"I don't know what kind of movies you usually watch but this is a bit different. You gotta focus initially so you completely get it."

"Okay, I can do that."

"Yeah, you're gonna love it. I'm actually excited."

Harry couldn't stop himself from getting endeared by how Louis was smiling so hard that the skin beside his eye was all crinkled.

The butterflies in his stomach were going crazy.

He kept looking as Louis pulled out his phone and clicked a picture of the pizza and wine on the table. Louis took a quick picture and looked at Harry.

"Do you mind if I mention your name in a tweet?"

"No. I don't mind."

"Cool."

He waited as Louis posted the picture on twitter and then checked his phone. A smile spread on his lips as he saw the tweet.

"Let's get back to the movie, shall we?", Louis asked putting his phone down and nodded with a smile.

The next 2 hours were pretty intense. Harry hadn't touched the pizza after one slice and was only occasionally sipping wine from his class which Louis quietly kept filling while happily gobbling down his pizza. Louis was thoroughly amused by Harry's reactions to various parts of the movie and kept thinking about how this is what he had felt too while watching 'Iron Man' for the first time as a 13 year old. And Louis would never admit that he kept glancing at Harry, every time something exciting happened.

The movie was about to end and Harry was staring wide eyed at the screen. Louis got back to the movie to catch the last scene, his favourite one,

"Truth is... I am Iron Man."

Louis turned his head sideways when he heard a sharp intake of breath. Harry's jaws had dropped, mouth forming an 'o' and he was staring wildly at the screen.

"Wtf just happened. He admitted!! He admitted HE was Iron Man. OH MY GOD."

"Yes Harold, he did. And that's how began one of the greatest movie franchise."

"No shit."

"Haha, are you okay."

"No, I'm shook. And hungry. God why didn't I eat the pizzas."

"Have at them. I'll go check on Cliff."

"Yweah", Harry managed to say with mouthful of pizza.

Louis smiled and walked towards the end of the hall where Cliff was sound asleep. He knelt down beside Clifford's rug and scratched behind his ear. Clifford stirred a little and then slowly opened his and soon enough jumped on Louis.

From the living room, Harry could hear happy "woofs" and a short yelp mixed with laughter which sounded like Louis'. Harry turned around just in time to see Louis walking in and a very excited Clifford at his feet. Clifford soon ran towards Harry and stopped at his feet. Harry extended one of his hands for Clifford to shake raised another one to pet him. Clifford sniffed at Harry's hands, gave a loud bark and walked away. Harry stared in dismay and Louis couldn't help laughing.

"Don't worry. It's probably the pizza."

"Huh?"

"Your hand. It smells like pizza. And I've noticed on multiple occasions that he doesn't like the smell of pizza sauce."

"Oh my bad, I'll quickly wash my hands."

Harry reached out to grab the empty boxes but Louis stopped him.

"Leave them to me."

Harry stood up and went to wash his hands in the kitchen sink, while Louis put the empty boxes in the trash.

As Harry was wiping his hands, Louis handed him a bowl of treats to offer to Clifford as a sign of peace.

Harry cautiously made his way across the room where Clifford had settled happily in front of the reading corner and was chewing a ball.

"Clifford hey, look what got for you."

The familiar smell of treats seemed to interest Clifford and he sniffed Harry's extended hand.

This time he let out a soft bark and started wagging his tail happily as Harry fed him the treats.

Louis watched as Harry played and talked with Clifford and petted him. It was an adorable sight. Well Clifford's always been a friendly dog and he certainly made Harry happy today.

Harry turned back to see Louis already looking at him and smiled softly as he got up from his crouched position.

"Well I suppose I should leave now" Harry said, still smiling softly.

"I guess." Louis hoped his voice didn't reveal the twinge of sadness he was feeling at Harry's departure.

"I had fun today."

"Me too."

"You're a good host."

"I've been told likewise."

"So, I'll see you next week?"

"Yeah definitely."

"Bye."

Harry proceeded towards the door, Louis following close behind. Harry stopped right in front of the door and turned around, "Louis can I text you on iMessage from now? Twitter feels too formal."

"Harry, you've been to my house. We just watched a movie together. Yes, you can text me on iMessage", Louis laughed.

"Cool." Harry turned towards the door again.

Louis held the door for Harry and just when he was about to close it,

"And Lou-"

"Yeah?"

"Blue suits you."

"Oh-", Louis' cheeks heated up, "thanks."

"Bye," Harry smiled.

"Bye," Louis replied and closed the door behind him hoping that Harry hadn't seen the blush on his face.

But Harry had, and his butterflies were happy.

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INTRO

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rokas-magical-gateway · 3 years

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Undeniable Truth

Count Lucio x Gender Neutral MC

EDIT: I recently re-realized that this is the first thing I've seriously written in literally 10 years so, constructive criticism is definitely welcome... Thank you!

Fanfiction inspired by these pieces of art:

Left: @jyuukichannart

Right: @imaridraws

Tags: Scars, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Rating: PG-13?

He shivered a little as they gently grazed the tips of their fingers along the scar on his ribs, already lidded silver eyes falling the rest of the way closed as a soft sigh slid past his lips...

The fingers of their other hand continued to reverently caress thick, golden locks as they slowly glided through the silken strands, but then the fingers of their previous hand ghosted along fair skin to lovingly trace the occasional lines that mark it: his ribs, across his toned stomach to jump to his wrist, caressing the lines that criss-cross that arm...

He almost wanted to tell them to stop; he hated it when people paid so much attention to his scars; he had other, far more lavish features to admire, he could never understand the bemusement toward the abhorrent imperfections. He melted under their touch, though, & despite his mild uncertainty, he found himself keeping silent to simply enjoy the feeling of their hands on him, the touch he always craved.

Fingers tenderly continued along across his neck - earning the slightest shiver as he was brought back from his musings - to the mark leading to the junction of his shoulder & neck, falling lazily to trace along his clavicle until it met cool metal, where it changed course to begin to outline the anchor for the golden prosthetic & before either could think his other hand had their wrist in a vice like grip.

The sudden force surprised them & they couldn't help the flinch before they looked again & their eyes met the steel of his irises beneath his now deeply furrowed brows. It winded them for a moment, that stare, before they recalled that the only steel in that gaze were the bars put there to hold the emotions in check. After a moment's hesitation, their free hand continued through his hair, just as reverently, nothing but love as they managed to hold those guarded, yet burning eyes.

"Please...?" They pleaded gently which drew a flush to his cheeks, immediately softening the rest of his features a little.

He was certain they'd said "please" before, but the weight of the plea despite the softness of their voice would have floored him had he not been resting in their lap already. Even on the occasions when he took the dominant role he couldn't help but to love & spoil them without abandon, unable to leave them want for anything, but...

Searching their eyes for some answer, his grip on them relaxed just enough & they brought their hand away from the place that had so offended him to caress the side of his face. He'd started worrying at his lower lip so they leaned down to take it from him, gently sucking it into a kiss as they used their hands along his face & in his hair to pull him to them just a little, earning another soft sigh as he relaxed a little more.

"Please...?" They whispered again, a little breathless, but just as weighted.

"Yes, anything you want," he answered so quietly, unable to resist them, but so reluctant.

They didn't move away as their hand slowly, *carefully* eased back down his neck & along his shoulder again, instead pressing reassuring little kisses to the corner of his mouth & down along his chin.

He shivered again tangling his fingers into their hair & hoping to distract himself from his nagging thoughts as his partner found the anchor again & traced down along it until they found the deepest scarring where the prosthetic met his shoulder. He nearly whined with the effort to keep from snatching up their wrist again, instead tightening his grip in their hair, tangling his fingers a little deeper, his golden hand starting to tremble a little.

"It's alright," they found themself gently cooing against his lips as they affectionately rubbed their noses together. "I love you, Lucio."

"I love you, too," he breathed lifting his still trembling hand to slide underneath their hair & rest against the back of their neck, the cool metal making them tremble just a little before he pulled them in to close the short distance between their mouths, eliciting a soft whine of surprise before they melted into his trembling lips.

Their hands continued caressing him, one barely resisting the urge to tangle & pull his pretty blond hair, continuing instead to adoringly stroke him like a treasured pet & the other falling to continue following the line of his prostethic, tenderly stroking along all the scarring there. As they traced the junction of flesh & metal underneath his arm, his fingers tangled painfully tighter into their hair as some sound between a whine & a moan escaped from him into their mouth making them shiver & pull back just a little to gaze down at his flushed face. They were taken aback by the tears as they began to slide from where they'd collected around his silver eyes, causing them to glitter beautifully despite the heart wrenching expression across his normally proud features.

"Oh, Lucio..."

Both of their hands made their way to his cheeks so that they could caress his face, carefully thumbing away the tears & trailing eyeliner around his eyes; a fruitless effort as they continued down his cheeks & their hands anyway.

"Why...?" He managed to choke out around the sobs he was trying to hold back.

At first they didn't understand & they didn't want to hesitate too long while he was so fragile, but thankfully as they opened their mouth to respond, they realized what he meant.

"You're beautiful, my love; I just crave to touch you," they answered, managing what they hoped was a convincing smile which was hard with how worried for him they were.

He looked away. Actually turned his whole head to look away. They didn't like that; even fully submitted to them, he didn't do that.

"Not that part..."

"Yes, that part!" They used their hands still on his face to make him meet their eyes again. "ALL of you! Every centimeter!"

His eyes widened a little before he turned them away, teeth finding his lip once again. He'd planned to disagree, but knew better & bit back the protest.

When they shifted his head from their lap, freeing him from their grasp & convincing him to loosen his own, so they could stand up, he was certain they'd given up & would leave. He almost wished they would, but he knew that if they did he'd remember how worthless & alone he felt & yearn for them again only to have chased-

Familiar weight settled across his waist & the plush couch sank beneath him as he gazed with tear blurred vision up at the being straddling him, moisture collecting & threatening to fall from their eyes, too. While they had his attention again, they leaned down over him, curling their arms around the back of his neck to tangle their fingers back into his hair as they pressed their body as close to his as they could, crushing their mouths together once more. They shivered against him as he moaned into the kiss, wrapping his prosthetic around their waist while his other arm snaked up their back so that he could rest his hand along the nape of their neck, pulling them impossibly closer.

They stayed like that for a short time: tightly wrapped up in one another while they eagerly explored each other's mouths, gasping desperately between soft sounds of delight as they lost themselves in one another, their tears momentarily forgotten in their affection for each other. But, finally, the pair parted for an actual breath; they stayed hovering inches over him while both of them gazed into one another's red-rimmed eyes.

"I love you, Montag," they declared shakily, "I love every part of you. All I could ever see when I look at you is indefectible beauty, why don't you believe that?"

His breathing picked up a little at the sound of his birth name on their lips. They were the only one he allowed to know & use it, though they seldomly did. He hung on to every word, silently cursing himself as he felt his throat tighten again.

"How can..." he had to swallow back the tears once again, "how can you say that any of this," he stopped to shift his shoulder a little beneath them, emphasizing his prosthetic, or rather, the scarring associated & surely the rest of his scars, too, "is beautiful?" His voice started to waver making his already distinct accent a little more pronounced. "If I'd been stronger, I'd have been able to better protect myself. What kind of warrior loses an arm? & days after the fact to AMPUTATION?!" He was frantic, nearly seething by the end.

"A *strong* one," they pressed firmly, emphasizing it with a slight tug on his hair to redirect his attention back from within himself to out there with them. "A warrior who could have died, but *lived*. A warrior who has seen countless battlefields & endured much pain to get to where he is." They allowed their voice to soften as his expression did; he was truly listening now. "A warrior who *perseveres* instead of submitting to death under the guise of honor. A true warrior."

A hand slid from his hair to gently rest along his neck, thumb stroking along the underside of his jaw. His face wasn't wholly relaxed yet, but he looked a little more serene under the touch, his eyes softening slightly & his lips parting just a little; he was processing what they'd said.

"Y-you really believe that."

It could have been a question, but the tone made it a statement. They felt a smile tug at the corners of their mouth at that child of a man. Gods how they wanted to just hold him tight & help him forget all the bad things that had made him grow to feel the way he did about himself.

For the time, though, they ghosted their lips along the other side of his jaw, earning yet another shiver & a soft gasp until their lips reached his in a featherlight touch so they could give him their answer:

"Absolutely."

His own lips parted with some other sound, but they swallowed it in a kiss that had him trembling beneath them as soon as their lips met his. Fingers eagerly slid up into their hair inspiring them to trail theirs down his chest to rest over his fluttering heart with a gratified moan.

"Mm, Montag~" They managed, pulling back only enough to focus on lidded silver eyes.

"Yes, my Deity," he answered, his voice slow & husky.

His golden hair was tousled beyond any quick fix, strewn here & there with a few pieces having fallen felicitously in his face, drawing to his eyes. The makeup was smudged & streaked & they were still a little puffy & bloodshot from his tears, but it only made the softness behind, those foxy eyes more apparent; the truth he tried so hard to hide from everyone laid bare for only them to see: he just wanted to be loved & to share that love in return without fear of admonishment.

Their lips brushed the shell of his ear as they whispered to him,

"Let me show you how comely I think you are~?"

A gently posed question, with deep promises that finally brought some of that familiar mischief to his face; his eyes starting to twinkle as the smile began to play at his lips.

"I am putty in your hands ready to be molded to your whims," he started with quiet confidence only to writhe with a whine as they licked along his ear to gently nibble the lobe. "P-p-please show me h-how fet-fetching I can be..." Their lips trailed to his neck nipping a little so that he moaned the last part. "I'm yours~"

And sometimes it was absolutely impossible to believe but, as they sat all the way back to admire the flushed, disarranged mess that was the Count of Vesuvia, more at ease & completely vulnerable below them, it proved to be absolutely undeniable truth.

#scars #the arcana fanfic #count lucio x apprentice #fanfiction #fanfic #the arcana fanfiction #hurt #comfort #hurt/comfort #fluff #fluffy #arcana apprentice #count lucio #lucio #count lucio the arcana #lucio the arcana

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