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elvisabutler · 11 months

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she's there watching for me

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x female reader word count: 2593 warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). insecurity regarding weight. the word fat being used in the narrative. implied breastfeeding kink. light sub elvis. mommy kink. light dom reader. implication that elvis is girthier than normal when he hasn't had release in a while. brief mention of pills/detoxing. elvis is a selkie. bit of fingering. use of the words mama and baby boy. a hefty chunk of belly worship. author’s note: welcome to day 3 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, mommy kink with selkie elvis presley x reader. so for context i feel like i need to make it clear, so the original selkie au i wrote was set pretty much in a timeframe of about 1971 to 1973. basically allowed y'all to read it and decide which age you wanted elvis at. i erred more toward '73 in my mind mostly because that was pretty close to 40 and i had made the comment in the fic about him being surprised he got that close to forty. that being said, this means the more time that passed in the universe the closer i was getting to 1977. i— have never intended this to have a sad ending. honestly if y'all must know out of all the series i've inadvertently written, this has the most gentle ending other than spark for elvis as far as when he eventually dies. so this takes place in an alternate 1978 where elvis is still alive and is about big daddy build. there is also a hint to the future breastfeeding kink fill and a little surprise in here. know that— the fact that a certain name does not have the middle name attached to it is important. also if you have no idea what this series/verse is, the masterlist is right here. beyond that long winded author's note, special thanks to @stylespresleyhearted and @eliseinmemphis for being my feral little gremlins. to @prompted-wordsmith for being seal!!! always and to my discord wives, birdy, christi and marina, y'all know i love you till the end of time. also once again, i really do love how y'all liked this and received it and live to see your thoughts on my writing.

"Mama." A sleepy murmur leaves Elvis's lips, a pout firmly planted on them as he feels your side of the bed. It's empty and starting to chill, a common occurrence when you're not occupying it. You always forget that he's a bit of a light sleeper until a certain hour of the night when you think his brain and body finally shut off. That hour of the night was at least two hours away but you were for once experiencing your own sleeping issues caused by one Lisa Marie, one John Baron and one little Jesse. A bit of a bug had found itself circulating around the younger three in the house and you found yourself taking care of your little seal pups. After all you were if nothing else, a good seal wife. A good seal wife who happens to be sneaking into your own bedroom like a guilty woman.

"You should have already been sleeping. Didn't you keep telling me how exhausted you were?" You ask, sliding into bed next to Elvis, your hand cupping his face. "I think you dozed off on the way home from the concert."

Elvis can't help but flush a bit in embarrassment as he looks at you, trying to come up with some excuse. "Can't— Feel all keyed up...ya know how I get 'fter a show. Can't go swimmin' to burn it off." He licks his lips, watching the way your chest moves up and down in your nightgown, "jus' worried 'bout how the paper's gonna talk 'bout me."

"It's Memphis, Elvis. They're not going to talk about you like everyone else, you're their son. Honorary King of the city," your hands move to his front, brushing against his stomach, marveling at the feel of the silk of his pajama top and how it reminds you of his skin. "That why you're wearing a shirt to bed? Hiding it away from me?"

It meaning his stomach. Elvis looks away and shrugs. "Mama— don't. I know 'm still packin' on some weight." He had thought when he met you it was just his body betraying him, trying to blubber up like a true seal and it had fluctuated enough as you helped him sweat out his uppers and his downers and everything that wasn't strictly required. He thought maybe you'd get something resembling the man you met all those years ago.

But you always take such good care of him and he should have realized that when you made sure he was well fed with his pups that his own body— his genetics would rear their head and he'd stay a stocky and fat sort of man no matter what exercise he did. Damn human body seems to think he needs blubber as much as he does as as a seal.

"And? Are we not married? Did I agree to love you no matter what?" Even as you try and answer a little flippantly your eyes dart across his face and his body looking for a tell-tale sign that you pushed too hard with that retort but only see a shrug. "I know my pussy doesn't have your tongue, so Elvis— you want to answer?"

"Yes, Mama," he whispers, shifting in the bed a little at the way your tone shifts from purely loving to one that's just commanding enough that he has to focus on breathing and willing his cock to stay down. You're both exhausted but damn if lil Elvis isn't wanting to bury himself so tight in your snatch that he has no choice but to sleep afterward.

At the word Mama you feel your toes curl just a little bit at how it sounds leaving his lips. It's not the first time he's ever called you Mama, after all, you are the step mother to his daughter and the mother to his sons. There's something in his tone though, something that has your body strumming with what you've affectionately dubbed your seal wife sense that tells you something is off. This is different. "You don't have to call me Mama when we're not talking about the pups, Elvis."

Elvis's tongue darts out to lick at his lips as one of your breasts finally makes an escape from the top of your nightgown. You hear the sharp inhale of his breath before without warning his face burrows into your chest frowning at how they don't feel full of milk and pulling you close as his arms wrap around you. "Ain't callin' ya it 'cause of the pups, Mama."

A shiver passes through you at his hot breath against your chilled chest. He's not just calling you Mama because of the pups. You're— you take care of him as well as anyone would take care of a baby boy, don't you? You make sure his meds are taken, make sure no one takes advantage of him when he doesn't want to bother with particulars. You make sure everything is in tip top shape with him and everyone around you. You're his Mama too, aren't you?

Your words come out a unintentionally a little shaky, your nerves starting to get the best of you before you finally ask a simple question. "Do you want Mama to take care of you? Show you how much she loves you?"

Elvis very rarely sounds like a seal when he's in his human form. He very rarely can make the specific vocalizations he needs to in order to achieve it but sometimes even with his body in his human form, he can manage it. You swear you see a flash of his skin, almost as if he wants to shift before you hear the whimper and whine against your skin in between kisses to your chest. "Please."

Denying Elvis isn't something you're good at since you came back together and especially since you've been married. He is the love of your life, the seal to your seal wife but you need to have the control today, he needs to cede over his control to you for you to take care of him. It's with that knowledge in hand that you push him away from your chest even as you hear a growl and a whine fall from his lips. Your hands push on his chest, forcing him to lay down even as one hand moves to unbutton his shirt, exposing his chest hair to you first and then exposing his stomach— that filled out out swell that tell the story of how you're taking care of him and damn anyone who'd say anything different about it even if you know sometimes his body acts up and makes things twist and turn and hurt him. Your hands run through his chest hair as you move to kiss his lips and down his neck to his chest where you nip at both his nipples earning two short barks of surprise. When you reach his stomach you feel him shift more, his hips bucking just a little as if to distract you and get you to move down to his aching cock that you haven't even touched but is pressing against the bottom of his stomach. Precum starts to smear against the underside of his stomach and he needs you do something to it.

"Did Mama say you could move, baby boy?" You coo as you rub his stomach, hands forcing the silk of the shirt completely away and exposing his bare torso to you. "Let Mama show you how much she loves this. How she has to stop herself from grinding her beaver on it. You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby? Want Mama to come on this big stomach of yours? Have the hair on it all shiny from my come?"

As you talk you feel yourself growing more and more aroused, your underwear quickly becoming drenched despite him not even touching you. You can't help but grind a little against him, leaving a little wet spot where your nightgown and underwear block your body from his. A whimper that almost sounds like an angry growl leaves his mouth as he tries to keep himself from moving. His hands itch to grab your hips, to tear your panties off in a fit of animalistic fervor and bunch up your nightgown so he can sink his cock between your folds and feel just how drenched for him you are. What he does do is move to take off his pants only to have your hand grab at his wrist. "Patience."

"Ya teasin', Mama," he grunts out a warning, trying to act as if he's not cededing all control to you. You aren't focusing where he needs you to and that just won't do. "Gonna come in my pants if ya don't do somethin'. Wanna feel that tight—"

His words are cut off when you use the grip you have on his wrist to bring his hand to between your legs, his fingers easily gliding into your glistening cunt. The only thing that leaves his mouth is a groan of pleasure, his head falling back as he allows himself to play with your clit. You don't stop him.

"So needy, my baby boy." You tease as you maneuver to take off his pants, pulling them down just enough that you can hear the smear of his cock against his stomach. Hear how he's leaking so much already that you won't really even have to prep yourself. You had originally planned to suck at it, to put it in your mouth until it managed to stand at attention but that isn't needed tonight, is it? No, he's ready and aching and throbbing in your hand as you grip it. Your other hand moves to lift up his stomach just enough to fully expose his cock as you slide the foreskin down to reveal it in all its glory. You can't help but lick your lips and clench around Elvis's fingers.

"Christ, Mama." He curses as his cock twitches, begging to be buried inside of you. He pulls out his fingers and moves them to his mouth, watching you with hooded eyes and labored breaths as he sucks on them, tongue taking in every last bit of your juices. His fingers leave his mouth with a pop. "Taste so fuckin' sweet. Please help me out."

"Don't I always?" The words slip from your lips with a smile as Elvis's eyes look up at you through his eyelashes and he gives you the same answering smile. You take a moment to pull yourself on top of him and situate yourself before you sinking down ever so slowly. Your breathing sync up, becoming shorter as you get more and more of his cock inside you. This isn't the first time you've had sex, far from it but it's the first time Elvis has truly given you this much control over what's happening between you. A whisper of his name escapes your lips as you move down to kiss him softly at first before worrying his bottom lip between your teeth. It reminds you of your first kiss with him and from how he shakes underneath you— you think he remembers too. "Baby boy, you're— you feel bigger than normal. You've been needing Mama that bad all night? Got it all pent up inside you?"

He nods, not trusting how his voice is going to sound. Figuring it'd take on a high pitched quality it hasn't had since he was first starting out or even from before then. You might be his Mama and he's your boy that you take care of so well but— he can't let ya hear him like that. Almost as if you sense he's holding back, one of your hands moves to cup his face, brushing your fingers against his sideburns until you reach his hair. You yank just a little at some of the strands and force him to look at you. "Don't— don't hold back for mama. Let it all out, baby boy. It isn't healthy to hold back. Let me hear you while I help lil Elvis feel better."

It's then that the floodgates open, a string of curses and growls and every noise in between leaves Elvis's mouth as you bounce in his lap, clenching your cunt every so often in between bounces. Elvis's own hips can't be contained as he thrusts up against you, earning more than a few shouts from you as you feel him deeper than he ever has been. You know from how keyed up both of you are that neither of you is going to last long, but you don't want Elvis to come before you. No, you want to come on his cock, drenching it with your release before you feel his warm release coating your insides.

"Mama— gonna come. Gotta— gonna burst. Fuckin' beaver so goddamn tight and ya tits just bouncin' like that all empty, can't even suck 'em." His words are practically gibberish but you can't help but huff out a laugh even as you grab his chin and force him to look at you, his pupils blown, lips shiny with spit and forehead with a sheen of sweat.

"Not till Mama says. Be a gentleman. Be a good boy for Mama," you practically croon at him even as your voice lilts up just a little. "Mama wants to come on your cock. Can you help Mama do that?"

"Yeah, Mama, I—Wanna help ya. Do so goddamn much for me, let me—" His words get eaten up by your lips on his and the moan you let out against them when his hand moves past his belly and your own to play with your clit, the calluses on them adding just enough friction that you don't even have time to warn Elvis before your orgasm comes, your pussy squeezing his cock tighter than it ever has as your release covers his fingers and his cock. You haven't felt the warmth of his come yet, though, and you know he's being good. Being the best boy he could be for the best mama he thinks you are. You struggle to catch your breath but manage to say one word.

"Please."

Somehow he knows what you mean by the word. Somehow he knows it's you giving him permission to finally come and release every bit of tension and insecurity that's kept him up tonight. He comes with a roar— or maybe it's a bark, but all you know is that it sounds so animalistic that it had to have done something good. It had to have achieved something for him just from how you see his head flop back against the pillow as you watch his chest and belly rise and fall with deep breaths.

After what feels like a lifetime you manage to get up and use the bathroom, grabbing a warm washcloth on your way out to try and clean up the mess between you two. Elvis practically looks like he's passed out as you clean up his cock, marveling at how it twitches just a little in your grasp— almost as if to say it wants another round. When you finally slide under the covers, you feel Elvis shift beside you and pull you closer to him, to where your head is over his chest. You can hear the steady but still quick beats of his heart.

"Thank you, Mama."

That whispered bit of thanks puts a small smile on your face. "Any time for my baby boy."

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fatphobiabusters · 4 months

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I'm absolutely shocked to learn that one of the McElroy brothers actually knows what fatphobia is.

I enjoy listening to the podcast My Brother My Brother and Me by the McElroy brothers but have been extremely disappointed at how much fatphobia is in the podcast, especially the episodes before the past few years. Some of the episodes were so fatphobic that I genuinely could not listen to them. Granted, those were older episodes, but it was extremely disappointing how they were still saying fatphobic "jokes" during episodes in the 300s and 400s, meanwhile they had already long ago turned around to become very inclusive of other oppressed groups.

Sadly, the main brother who would say most of the fatphobic comments was Justin, who is fat himself. So many episodes also include Justin supporting diet culture, talking about his attempts to lose weight, etc. An episode in the 300s or 400s was actually the first time I'd ever heard the diet culture rhetoric that fat people shouldn't be allowed to eat fruit, and the person who said that and was in support of that was fellow fat person Justin. Though of course, Griffin and Travis were not innocent of this problem either.

I was so disappointed and tired of the fatphobia, especially because of how hypocritical it felt due to the brothers now being very well known for their support of equality, that some time in the past few months I sent an email explaining the issue. I didn't expect a reply or for them to mention it on the podcast, I knew there was a chance they might not even see the email. That's why I never mentioned me sending an email about it even on social media like this blog.

But then, to my most unfathomable shock, I was listening to episode 417 of their podcast on YouTube. Keep in mind the context that the brothers are now nearly at episode 700 of MBMBAM, so this episode was made even before the 2020s began 4 years ago. At minute 17:30, during a bit about the characters of Friends that I was only half listening to because I've never watched the original show, Travis actually says BY NAME "fatphobia." Not even "fat shaming." He literally said the word "fatphobia."

I had to fumble with my phone to pause the video and listen to that part again because there was no way I heard him say fatphobia, especially in an episode released in 2018! But he did! So I guess this leaves me stunned and confused. The fatphobia in the podcast has indeed gotten better, but it still needs work. So I guess I should feel hopeful? Since at least one of them knows what fatphobia is? I'm still just so shocked.

-Mod Worthy

#MBMBAM #McElroys #fatphobia #fat liberation #Mod Worthy

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tricitymonsters · 19 days

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How would the ros react if someone told mc who had already low self-esteem that they were fat in front of them.

AH it's gonna be hard to separate myself the writer from this particular answer lol

Fat isn't a bad, disgusting, negative word. It's just another humble adjective. People can be fat AND beautiful AND healthy just like people who are skinny can be ugly and unhealthy. It's really hard and unfair that fat's been conflated with a bunch of awful signifiers- including morality- and that's just bullshit. SO with that being said/the context of how i created and developed these characters.

I don't think any of them would give you the "oooh you're not fat" because 1) its a bit simpery and 2) so what if you're fat.

All the ROs are into fat people, Akello and Kazu are probably leading in preference there (especially Akello), though I don't think Mori and Raath are far behind.

Amir loves Big Boys and Tall often comes with Fat and he doesn't treat that as anything other than a bonus. (Also don't let him lie to you he has the slightest of feeder kinks and a little extra weight would just delight him). ALSO expect him to whip out his phone and show you examples of fat celebrities/athletes he thinks are crazy beautiful.

Marcel is a manslut and his preferences aren't super strong but he will loudly talk about how much he loves fupa, jiggly asses, and big-ass thighs.

SPEAKING of Marcel, he's also fairly highly inclined to manage his health pretty carefully- a lot like Kazu- and if I'm being honest with you, you being fat wouldn't get them grossed out or judgemental either. Kazu's really good about regimented training and if it helped he'd probably be able to get you started on a good weights or cardio schedule to build strength and UNLIKE Marcel, Kazu can meal plan too if your health's got you feeling anxious and insecure. Marcel's got like... sheepherder dog energy and he loves working out with a buddy. He gets bored fast though and will probably want to take you to a rock gym or wave pool to get some variation in activity going.

Not into working out? That's ALSO cool because Akello and Mori are definitely chiller about calories get burned and more into how to enjoy the calories you DO eat. (Though, Mori's kinda suspect when he's snorting Takis dust and chasing it with Monster so idk man)

Raath would be excited that you have more Blood in you

Mori doesn't care he just wants to slap your ass and/or tits (gnc) as much as humanly possible and scent you like a stinky garbage cat. Also hands down he's the worst person to talk about long term health with so i don't recommend that.

NOT THE MOST ORGANIZED RESPONSE IN THE WORLD but i want to be clear that all bodies are worthy of respect and love and even if all I am is a silly porn writer I feel very strongly that fat bodies deserve to be seen as sexy just the way they are without it being sidelined as some kind of Unwholesome and Kooky Fetish. To that end all my characters would what you to find your confidence cause they sure think ur fuckin hot.

#WOW SORRY I HAD A LOT TO SAY #thank you for asking #amir #mori #akello #raath #kazu #marcel #(⸝⸝⸝╸w╺⸝⸝⸝)

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sketchfanda · 2 months

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A Little Moxxie Love:Lin's Rodeo

Never let it be said that Lin May wasn't a woman of her word,I tell you what. But right about now she had to wonder what the Anti-Christ she'd been thinking accepting her daughter's wager. Okay sure maybe call it karma coming back to bite her in the ass or someone's idea of a joke but she hadn't expected she'd lose. But here she was now, time to pay the piper as they say.

Right so context because it's key and king, it was once again time for the annual Harvest Moon festival which of course meant the farms on Wrath were in high gear for the occasion. And for the Goetia himself to grace them with his high classed presence along with his hired security entourage aka her daughter Millie and the rest of her misfit co-workers. Including that stringbean runt who somehow wound up marrying her, And Millie was especially not in any mood for her folks to be questioning her choices, not like they were ones to talk given the whole Striker fiasco. Least she could count on Sally May being civil towards him though Lin could swear there was something about the looks Millie’s sister would give their in-law but maybe she was reading too much into it.

But I digress so Millie had the bright idea to have her mom figuratively out her money where her mouth was by agreeing to a friendly little wager. That being that if Moxxie managed to do well during the harvest moon games then Lin would have to a favour of Millie’s choice and she be damned the little stringbean actually came out on top. Managing to best out Millie’s brothers and putting hi performance from last year to shame which meant it was going to be time for Lin to pay the piper. Now what was the favour she decided on you might ask?

Folks come on if you’ve all been reading this story long enough then you know what Millie chose? But to clarify, yes Millie chose that her mom should have a threesome with her and Moxxie, one night to have her man rock her world!! So here she was using the showers together with Millie at the modest little apartment that was their love nest at Imp city and the farmer gal still couldn’t believe she was still going through with this kinky nonsense. But a bet was a bet and Lin May was a woman of her word especially as this was one time thing and Joe would never know.

Far as Joe knew and the boys knew, she was just paying Millie a surprise visit in the big city, not simply because she had to pay the piper, no sir. But she could swear the look in Sally May's eyes and that smile of hers said she wasn't fooled for a second as that was neither here nor there of course. Not especially when Millie derailed her train of thought by giving her fat apple bottom heart shaped milf ass a slap, making those crimson blood red cheeks jiggle like jelly. Lin shooting her cheeky perv of a daughter a look over her shoulder as she tried to hold down how rather good that sensation had felt, seriously when had her baby girl become such a perv?

Seriously, she'd heard plenty about succubi and other sex demons here and there in Lust as well as the other circles of Hell but Millie seemed to put them to shame somehow. It was more mind boggling than the how and why she had settled down with a guy like Moxxie, okay sure he was easy on the eyes a polite city boy but come on!! But knowing Millie, part of this kinky forfeit was to prove her mama wrong on so many levels and you can bet she was going to get herself a show and some satisfaction. So as soon as the shower was off, mother and daughter stepped out to give themselves a quick dry off before wrapping their towels around their glistening wet bodies to go make some erotic magic with Millie's man.

Moxxie of course sat on the bed naked, save for a blanket covering his manhood shifting nervously and really who could blame him? He was used to Millie's peculiar little kink but seriously a threesome with her own mother? Of course his treacherous dick was already starting to swell and rise at the thought before his wife and her mom graced him with their presence, their modesty maintained only by the towels before they soon dropped them to expose their crimson red nude forms before him. His eyes widening, jaw clenched shut as his shaft was pitching a very visble tent as certain key switches began going off in his brain.

Neither he or Lin were sure when they’d started right into it but next thing either of them knew, the ranch owner milf and her daughter were kneeling on the floor giving Moxxie’s now exposed cock a double team blowjob. Taking turns licking and sucking on his length and girth to which Lin had To say, he was somehow as big of not eben bigger than her own husband!! The sight of such a prime piece of imo meat had pretty ensured any doubts or hesitation, let alone inhibition and shame went right out the damn window as she even found herself making out with Millie, their tongues dancing over the tip of the dick between them. Marking it from head to base and balls with lipstick as their pussies gushed and dribbled with nectar raining don to make growing puddles on the floor.

IT only got more intense once Lin found Moxxie grabbing their horns as he took turns giving each of them a deep, powerful facefuck. His hips jackhammering away as those heavy crimson red balls slapped and smacked their chins, making their drool splutter as his shaft became coated in a heavy coating of it. Lin feeling overwhelmed by the flood of bliss and ecstasy flooding her brain while Millie glsdly welcome this erotic assault, glowing hearts of lust tingling in her eyes as Her man once more asserted his latent alpha male skill of dominance. Knowing that it was only going to get wilder and more fun from here on in.

Which it most certainly did as she watched with mischievous pornographic delight at the sight of her mom riding Moxxie cowgirl style, fittingly enough. The MILF gasping and howling as she bounced her thicc cougar imp booty on his jackhammering shaft, making his twin rEd cheeks clap and jiggle. Before Lin soon found her daughter facing her as the kinky shortstack mounted and sat on her own husband’s face, his no doubt skilled tongue eating her out. All the whole Millie leaned forward to clasp hands tougher with her and press her lips to hers in an intimate, sloppy incest fuelled kiss.

Before !in knew it, she found herself being out through a veritable erotic montage of positions and combinations shifting from one on one to two on one, the former being for when one of them needed to recover and catch their breaths. For a stringbean looking runt, Moxxie had more stamina than some of the beasts back on the ranch! To say nothing of how it felt having Millie eat her out as Moxxie fucked her missionary or her eating Millie out as the secret stud fucked her doggy style. Now her sex life with Joe wasn’t vanilla by any means, after all look how many kids she’s had with the man.

But Christ on a stick was it any wonder Millie seemed to pimp her own man out and have him try to sow wild oats like he was a hell horse being out out to stud? An alpha male like this was too much for one woman to handle so of course why wouldn’t Millie have the kink she does, let alone figure her mom should have a taste? So of course Lin found herself experiencing a whole different level of paradise that she hoped wouldn’t make her too much of an addict. Wouldn’t want Moxxie feeling like he was becoming a homewrecker after all.

Of course with the kind of life and work he lead, Joe wouldn’t be around forever, so who knows if maybe Moxxie was more than willing to provide relief and comfort to his lowly widow of a mother in law? But of course the future was a distant thing and it was just a an idea that came to mind, as Lin found herself laying together in the messed up, sweat and juice stained bed with him and Millie as they basked in the afterglow. The warm light of sunrise brightening up the room after a wild night of a kinky passionate three way that the farm milf was certainly not going to forget for a good while. No doubt just as Millie had planned, the crafty naughty girl….

That was certainly on her mind as she later took the train ride home, that is after a very filing breakfast of waffles after another quick round of fucking. That stud of Millie’s really got some major morning wood that was for sure. Far as Joe and the boys knew, it was just a simple little visit to the city and some bonding time with Millie and her man but as said, given the look Sallie May was giving her? She knew damn well what has happened and it made the girl look forward to her own future visit to the big city, and how sweet it would be….

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androgynousblackbox · 2 days

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How I Met Your Father. 10 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

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The big sand clock at the center of town marked just a few hours until the next extermination. After squeezing his family as strong as he could, hoping that somehow that could transmit all the emotions he couldn't put into words anymore without breaking, Lucifer passed through the portal directly to his palace forcing himself to not look back. When the portal closed off behind him, his living room suddenly felt too cold and empty despite the fire on the chimney.

“W-well, we got kicked out” said Lucifer to the piggy between his arms, forcing a note of humor.

He petted the small creature, trying not to think about his little girl commanding a group of bloodyhirtsty creatures against another group of bloodthirsty creatures with his bloodthirsty sinner of a husband as her back up. Or his fleshy body that very much could still be pierced by something that got too close to him and he didn't react in time, like his teeth in bed had been. Just seeing that wound on his shoulder briefly had been a sudden and unpleasant reminder that for all of his shadows, all of his magic and power, Alastor wasn’t indestructible no matter how much the man would want to believe it. The wildly different context in which that injury had happened was of little comfort.

They had talked a bit about their tactics, the strategy that they would use and it sounded solid enough for him to cling to hope that everything would be alright, but the bad thing about living for so long was knowing already that even the most solid plan on the universe could fail. Something unexpected could always happen to wreck everything. He would know it better than anyone. And his only option was staying put at home while everyone else was dealing with the forces of Heaven.

It was enough to make a boulder out of his stomach until it felt like his guts were going to spill. Why did he have to eat two servings of waffles? That was so fucking stupid of him.

“So!” said to the piggy, lifting him up in the air. Fat Nuggets just blinked at him, carefree and curious, not a single thought dedicated to what his owner could be going through or if he was going to ever see him again. For this piggy only now was all that it counted. It only mattered that he wasn't in pain right now. What a lucky one. “Since we are going to be stuck here for now, how about we play a little bit on the garden? There is a lot of flowers there that you can eat if you want!"

Fat Nuggets moved his pointy tail, tilting his head. Lucifer decided to assume that it was an affirmative response and he nodded to himself, somehow managing a small smile. As he carried the creature to the garden, Lucifer looked up to the sky. From there he should still be able to see the portal open up for the exorcists, plus the timer for the rest of his ring.

At that moment there was nothing to see. Sinners could still walk on the streets only concerning themselves with the usual problems of hell. They could keep going with their normal lives if so they wanted to. People would only start running to hide or scream closer to the final hour. Lucifer had see it so many times before, usually having a cup of tea in front of Alastor reading a book or listening to whatever music he felt in the mood for. It wasn't different than any other day of acid rain. When Charlie was too small to even know what was happening, Alastor would create shadow puppet shows to entertain her while Lucifer improvised background music. They didn't had to worry about anyone they cared about being caught outside and at risk. Their family was there and that was the only thing that mattered.

Now he was all alone and he could only wait.

"Play!" said outloud to no one, snapping himself out of that spiral of thoughts.

Oh, he knew that spiral too damn well, but he wasn't going to fall into it! Not today! If he ended up being required, then his daughter would need him sharp and ready for action. If she didn't, then all those dark thoughts would mean anything anyway.

Fat Nuggets looked at him in confusion and he realized he haven't given anything for the pig to play yet.

"Oh, right" He quickly made a bouncy ball in one hand and throw it to the garden. "Go, little guy, go! I will give you snacks if you do!"

The word snack seemed to be the magic one to stir up the piggy, running off towards the direction the ball went through to jump at a bush. Lucifer chuckled to himself when he came close and saw him munching on some flower he found, momentarely distracted. Lucifer looked up again to the huge clock again. Before the feeling of dread could set in at the back of his throat, he snapped a picture of Fat Nuggets because he was cute and he would damn if he wasn't going to take advantage of that when he could.

"Come on, you can't be satisfied with just that" said Lucifer, making the bouncy ball come back floating to him to show it. "Get this back to me and I promise something a lot more delicious just for you, alright?"

When he threw it again, Fat Nugget made sure to grab a big bite out of the demonic flower and eat it as he ran his short chubby legs to his new objective. Lucifer took more pictures, absolutely refusing to look up again and just stare at the screen.

The screen that he had forgotten had a slighty glitched picture of Alastor carrying a toddler Charlie over his shoulders. Alastor didn't even realized he was taking the picture, too focused on following Charlie's directions as she drove him by the antlers, both of them laughing. Lucifer's finger brushed against his wedding ring, taking a deep breath in. He had to believe they were going to be okay. He had to.

When Fat Nugget came back, the toy on his mouth, Lucifer smiled more sincerely to the creature. It had been a good idea to bring him, really. He would have to thank Angel Dust for it later. For the moment, he managed to distract himself creating some truffles to reward the little creature.

"But only one, you hear? Bring it to me again if you want more" said, throwing the ball towards the fountain zone that was paved. The little feet of the pig made quick short sounds over the stone as he moved towards the moving waters. "Oh, thirsty now?" Lucifer chuckled, making appear a elegant golden bowl and dunking it on the fountain before leaving it on the floor for him.

"I had to make it safe to drink, you know?" commented Lucifer, resting his cheek on his hand. "With a kid running around that wants to get everything into her mouth, I had no choice. You could try to get inside and the fountain itself will take you out before you could even think of drowning. Pretty smart spell, if I do say so myself." He made a face at remembering that still meant that Charlie would get herself on the fountain every chance she had, only to be taken out over and over again, requiring to change her clothing quickly or get a cold each time. To her it was fun. For them it was handling a drenched princess who wanted to keep playing. Alastor eventually forbide her to come closer to it and use his tentacles to distract Charlie if he ever caught her. Lucifer thought he looked so hot then. He groaned at realizing that train of thought was not going to help. That wasn't a good distraction, brain! "Fuck, why does everything have to be about them."

Fat Nuggets sniffed the bowl a moment, but soon must have find it suitable for his piggy standards because he lifting himself up on his back legs to drink with his front one on the border. Lucifer took another picture and lifted his head, but kept his eyes closed. No, he wasn't going to keep track of the time. No, sir, not him.

One quick look.

One hour now.

Lucifer swallowed hard.

"You do look a bit dirty" commented to the piggie. Some traces of dirt could be seen after him. "How you feel about a little bath?"

Fat Nugget stopped drinking just enough to give him the universal puppy look of I don't know what you are saying, but you are looking at me and I am happier for it. Lucifer cooed, petting his head before picking him up. This time he didn't turn around as he went back to the palace.

By the time he was drying up a freshly clean demon piggie with a towell, the familiar golden shackles appeared on his wrists. Lucifer was not surprised by them, not anymore, and sighed rubbing at his wedding ring with his other hand. They didn't weight anything at all, but what they meant was too heavy.

It meant that the extermination had already started.

Alastor looked down at the battlefield from the rooftop. The portal above their heads had already open and the exorcist were coming in. Most of their attention was concentrated on the front. Naturally, since that is where their targets were. They did not care for him.

"Let's fuck them up!" was the battle cry of Charlie, shield in hand, and he so wished that Lucifer could see her.

Their little fawn off to blast her enemies with sparkly explosion that spread them further to be attacked by someone else. She could be lacking on ferocity, but was compensating plenty by presenting a brave smile as her brave front.

He had to admit, though, the impulse of going there directly to act as another shield was rather strong. But they both agree that his role would have to be another. Every overlord or general knew that the best way to dismantle an army was to separate them and only then destroy them. The moment he stomped his cane in the ground and called out his magic to envelop the hotel, Alastor took out his silver pocket watch.

When Adam finally managed to pass through, Alastor counted 2 minutes and 45 seconds. If everything both Lucifer and Charlie said wasn't enough to convince him that the first man was an idiot, that would have done it.

"Not the brightest lightbulb on the chandelier, huh?" commented casually, going to the encounter of the winged self acclaimed dickmaster, as Charlie had called him once.

"Uh, excuse you? Who the fuck are you supposed to be?"

"Alastor Morningstar, my good man. A pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure!"

It was the first time ever that he presented himself with his actual legal name, rather than the last name he had made himself in hell, ever since he married. He never had a reason to do that before, but somehow it felt appropriate. That annoying tiny drone floating around the hotel could zoom in all it wanted, it wouldn't be able to pick the sound of his words anyway. The spell that Lucifer had cast all over the area after finding out about the attempted espionage would take care of that.

Adam's mask stared at him as realization hit him, before bursting into laughter.

"No fucking way! No fucking way you are the sinner Lucifer got hitched with!" Adam flew over the sign of the hotel, looking down with an amused smirk. "So you are half of the reason why that abomination won't stop being a pain in the ass? He must have gotten pretty desperate if you are the best he could get."

"Said the man who couldn't keep his wife even as he was literally the only other speaking creature on earth" said Alastor, grin growing wider. "At least my daughter hasn't tried to kill her own siblings yet. One must wonder how much the parents have to fail for something like that to happen, don't you think?"

He ignored the part about Charlie not having any siblings to potentially kill or not. Adam did not even think to bring it up.

"Oh, I see. You went to Sunday school once and now think you can be funny?" Despite his mocking words, Alastor didn't miss the way the hands of the first man gripped his weapon. "You think you are so tough just because you suck cock? Chicks do that all the time, dude, ain't nothing especial."

"On the contraire, I do a lot more than that" Alastor let his pocket watch hang from its chain and lifted it. There was a time in which jokes like those would be enough to shock him, but not anymore. "In exchange, my Lucifer does certain things for me. That is what marriage is. I wouldn't expect you to know anything about that."

"Gross, man" Adam made a face before he noticed the pocket watch and his eyebrows came together slowly, recognizing its shine. That perfect impeccable shine that no other steel could quite replicate the same. "Wait, what the fuck is that? Are you planning to hit me with it?" added, starting to laugh again.

In all honesty he wasn't planning to use any weapons but himself and his magic if he could help it, but these were the kind of things that one does for love, wasn't it? Just carry around a little extra protection for the peace of mind of his husband was hardly a big sacrifice. It finally had come the time to put it to good use. Alastor now could smirk back, bringing the watch to his lips to brush it on top.

"Not hit. Maim" clarified, pushing the watch to have it swing on the air as he conjured up his staff.

When the chain wrapped around it, covering from the mic grip to the bottom like a loyal snake, Adam had lost his patience already and moved up his weapon. Alastor easily avoid it sliding to a side. When the first man redirected his guitar/axe to cut him again, Alastor caught it on the new chain that had materialized on his hand, alongside with two new daggers.

The hands of the clock were black, pointy and long, similar to the knives that he would weild something during his hunts when he was alive. Lucifer had said he thought it would be nostalgic for him, on top of a weapon he was familiarized with, and he wasn't wrong. He let the briefest of sigh at realizing that despite his mic now standing out at the end of each grip, the power within was still intact. They were still transmitting through the silver chain that connected them.

"Is that supposed to be cute?" Adam spat, taking a step back to aim again and again.

Each time Alastor was managing to slip pass them edge like it was costing him nothing. Meanwhile Adam was struggling to keep up. His movement were becoming slower, clumsier. Years sending off a bunch of silver birds to do the dirty work while he sat back and got all the credit. When he threw the first dagger, the chain seeming to dance in the air before he pulled again, a clean cut appeared across the A on Adam's chest. Adam stopped all for a second to stare at the thin injury, similar to how a long papercut would be. Just a bit of golden blood could be seen.

Alastor licked the portion that he had brought with him and immediately regretted it. It wasn't at all the strong, envigorating and delicious flavor of his husband. This was crude and smoky, like someone had wrapped a pack of cigarretes in raw meat, light it on fire and then served it on the driest bun they could find. Maybe it could be acceptable for a fast food restaurant, but after knowing what a gourmet meal was like this was only the more offensive for his taste buds. He would have to ask Lucifer to give him a palatte cleanser later.

"Did you just tasted my fucking blood right now?" Adam sounded genuinely surprised as well as disgusted. They truly did not prepared them at all for what they could see in hell. "The fuck is wrong with you."

"Don't worry, I don't plan to do that again" Alastor spit on the side, but the aftertaste was still there. "You taste awful raw. Maybe some cooking could help?"

"First you have to get a grab, creep!" Alastor laughed as he danced around the rooftop as the first man chased him.

When Adam made a particularly bad move, he pulled on the chains to make a new cut. None of them were lethal and they weren't supposed to be. They were supposed to be annoying and constant, to keep Adam busy on him and not even think about anyone else until he could find an opening for the final blow. It was almost embarassing how riled up he got. When Adam failed to catch the chain, breathlessly, he glared at Alastor as the radio demon fixed up his spotless suit.

"You think you are better than me, you fucking freak?" Adam spat, lifting up on his wings to put more distance on them. The sleeves of his robe were cut and stained as he send wave after wave of his power. "You have no idea of who I am!"

"Oh, but I know" sighed Alastor, as if they were sharing just the most delightful time catching up over tea. One of his tentacles was holding the shield that before had been the the body of his pocket watch, catching most of it and redirecting it easily without him having to do anything. Lucifer had outdone himself. "I know that I am better than you. Better husband. Better father. And for what I can only imagine" he chuckled, "better lover too, probably. Wait, is that why Eve left you?"

Now he could understand better why Angel used sex jokes so much. They were a quick and effective way to get people off balance, another weapon to keep control while others lose it. In men such as Adam, being the punchline of such jokes was a blow worse than any of their weapons could deliver. He could almost smell the bruised ego as the first man raised his guitar.

"I am going to fucking end you!"

Alastor could only see a flash of golden light before the floor crumbled under his feet. The hotel was being split on half. It took both an eternity and a second for his tentacles to catch him barely before his back hit the floor of the lobby, taking his breath away. His vision was blurry, not helped by the dust and the debris still falling around him, but soon could distinguish Adam floating above.

"Not so chatty now, eh, bitch?"

Alastor opened up his mouth, but was surprised when a bunch of his blood came out, so much that it made him cough. He lifted a hand to put over his neck and saw it come back drenched in red. His shield was still over his chest. It had done its job perfectly, keeping the body parts covered completely safe after such an attach. The issue had been that he didn't lift it enough on time. If it wasn't for the shield his body would have been cut in half already.

"Oh, what is that, buddy?" Adam smiled at the glare he recieved from the sinner. "Not used to have your throat occupied? Lucifer is the one who does that?"

"Fffuck you" managed to say, forcing himself to sit up as he called his shadows. Every word was a fight against his own body, almost as painful as the conscious effort of keeping his smile on. "You are a dead man walking… and don't know it yet."

"Oooh, the old timey fuck bleeding out swore at me! I am so scared!" Adam dedicated him two middle fingers, crossing his arms over his chest. "Suck it, whore! Go cry to Lucifer like the bitch you are. And when you do, tell him his unnatural mistake is next!"

"You must have… the smallest dick" said Alastor before he faded. Was it the more dignified way to get out of battle? Not at all. If anyone tried to tell him he said that, he would deny it given the chance. But it was worth it to see Adam getting furious again, whatever answer he had getting drown out when he was taken away.

"For your information, my dick is longer and thicker than anything you have seen in your fucking life!" screamed Adam still to the black stain on the ground right until it dissapeared entirely. "Jeez, what an asshole."

"DAD!"

Charlie entered the destroying hotel through the open entrance. She had only managed to see Alastor before he dissapeared and the blood around his mouth was enough reason to alarm her, even if she couldn't see nothing else. Her black eyes glared at Adam as her antler rised from her head, like skeleton hands reaching for the red sky. She pointed at him with a golden trident.

"What did you do?! Where is he?!" She took a breath, looking around with eyes wide in panic. A shadow, a small tentacle, anything that was part of him, just as she was trying not to lose sight of the first man. "Dad, are you around!?"

Adam grinned.

"That is going to be the last of your worries, girly."

"And this one is Captain Quaker" explained Lucifer, showing off the duckie with the sailor outfit to Fat Nugget. The piggie was comfortably laid down on a pillow over his desk, following all his movements. Lucifer had created a little duck onesie for him after his bath, so he would look extra adorable as he saw the king of hell going over his dearest creations. "He is a loyal and adventuruous duck that has travelled across all seven seas. There is no water body he hasn't dominated completely with his sheer optimism and good will. Other duckies are happy to come back to land, but not this captain! He is the most comfortable when he is on the water, ready to face whatever comes his way!"

He made the duckie swim on the air, creating an illusion of moving waves underneat with his other hand. The waves sparkled with rainbow shine as bubbles elevated in the air, as if were bubbles. Originally the whole point of Captain Quaker was to make bath fun for Charlie, but somewhere along the way he got invested in the acuatic adventures.

"What do you think Captain Quaker should do today?" asked, making appear an island of duck-sirens dancing on one side of him and a treasure map floating in the air. "We could maybe help out the nice duck-sirens to find their missing pearly brush or go look for a treasure that no other duckie has ever found! Which one do you think?" Lucifer gave some time for the piggie to react to. When Fat Nugget instead just stared at him tilting his head, he giggled. "Okay, duck-sirens it is then!"

He was about to set up his story when something happened with the golden shackles. For a moment they glitched out, just one time, before dissapearing entirely. It took him a second to understand what that represented.

"Charlie? Charlie!" yelled, running to the hallway. "Hey, whoever is listening, take care of the little pig while I am gone. If anything happens to him, I will kill everyone in this palace!" He quickly came back to the office to kiss the face of Fat Nugget. "I gotta go with my little girl!"

He opened up a portal, flying out. When he reached the hotel… or whatever was left of it, he detected the magic of Charlie on the lobby. He didn't saw all the other sinners fighting around or the bombs going on. Only Adam elevated in the air as he was grabbing Charlie by the neck. Charlie saw him by the corner of her eye before his fist made contact with the first man and then grab onto him when Lucifer catched her, coughing.

"It's okay, sweetie. I am here now" said, descending to the floor, away from the most dangerous looking debris. He didn't expected much, but it was still a bit dissapointing that none of their defenses was worth much in the end. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No" said Charlie, looking up with teary eyes. "Papa, I-I don't know where dad went."

"Don't worry about that, baby" Lucifer landed on an open area, letting her to get on her feet, and showed her his wedding ring with a smile. "Until death or divorce do us part, remember? He must be trying to heal himself up somewhere if he is not here. Was it too bad?"

"I don't know, I couldn't see it" Charlie sounded almost apologetic.

Lucifer rubbed her shoulder.

"He can take care of himself, honey."

Charlie nodded her head. She saw something above her father and reached in front with her hand, catching flawlessly the fist of Adam that tried to return the favor. Lucifer blinked at seeing it wasn't her normal hand, but rather a enlarged and more dangerous looking one covered in green magic. He had no idea that Charlie could do that. When his duckling let out a growl, he took a step back and ducked his head as Charlie easily spun Adam around to slam him against the floor. The impact of the hit created a crater that moved dirt and rock in the air.

"Wow" commented Lucifer, smiling to his daughter. "Honey, that was amazing."

"Huh?" Charlie flicker her eyes to him and then blushed, staring at her now normal hand. "Oh, this? Ppff, this is nothing, I… kinda didn't know I could do that either."

"Cool!" said Lucifer, patting her back. "Your magic is evolving, sweetie! I am so proud of you."

"For fuck's sake!" yelled Adam. His breathing came out jagged and heavy as he rised up from the hole. "Are you really doing this stupid bullshit now?" He gasped. "We are in the middle of the fucking battle and you are all oh I love you, daddy, now? I hate all you Morningstars, I swear. Bunch of lame ass bitches."

"Do you want to take him?" asked Lucifer, ignoring him.

"I… I don't know if I could do that again" admitted Charlie in a low voice, only for him to hear.

"That is okay, sweetie" Lucifer rolled up his sleeves as he got in front of his daughter, walking towards him. "I will do it then. Hey, Adam."

"What" The first man sneered at him.

Lucifer smiled wickedly as he pulled out his wings.

"Eve said you sucked in bed."

When Adam launched himself to him, Lucifer fly off with a joyious laughter. Between the previous battle and all the exercise he wasn't used to, his movement were too slow for Lucifer to have any issue keep him attacking away from his daughter. Adam wasn't stupid enough to not realize that and that only made him all the angrier. The king of hell couldn't have been slippier if he was covered in oil. Everytime he thought he could get his hands on him, he moved again. Lucifer was too obvious about playing with him.

"Stay still… and take it like your red bitch did!" finally yelled Adam. Lucifer stopped laughing and he took that as a sign of victory. He only perked up when Lucifer turned around. As a man who never had to fear death in eons, he rather easily could ignore the literal pair of glowing red flags staring at him. "Yeah, that is right! I knocked that stupid sinner down like it was nothing! What are you going to do about it, eh, tiny prick?"

Out of everything he said, that last insult was the drop that destroyed the glass and the table underneath. Lucifer's fist came faster than he could fully finish his sentence and it was back to the ground with him. At opening his eyes, he realized his mask had been shattered and falling in pieces from his face.

"Don't you dare to talk about him" warned Lucifer, floating above him in his full demon form. Fires was coming out from the sides of his mouth and with each word, accompanying his punches. With every hit, his smile only became sharper and his laughter more unhinged. "You come to my house, mess with my daughter and now try to talk shit about my husband? Let me remind why the call me the king, bitch!"

Charlie finally managed to catch up to them. She saw Lucifer lifting up both his arm above his head to conjure up a ball of fire and she slipped on the side of the crater.

"Papa, stop!" called, stumbling her way to them. Lucifer stopped before she could reach his shoulder, looking at his hands. "Papa, I think that is enough…" she started until she noticed that something was off. It took her a moment to fully realize what had Lucifer so fixated, specifically on his right hand. The golden ring that had been a fixed feature of his father, no matter what form he took, was gone. "N-no…"

"Charlie" said Lucifer with so empty and cold that made her shiver. "Look for Vaggie and stay with her. Do me a favor and don't look up."

"Papa…" Charlie didn't want to leave him alone, but it took a literal second for Lucifer to snap his fingers and make a portal appear right his daughter. The portal drop her near Vaggie, coming bruised up out the ruins of the lobby after her own fight and with her wings already out.

"Charlie!" Vaggie called, flying off to her to hold. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Uh…" Charlie couldn't form any words, couldn't think, couldn't move anywhere.

Her whole body felt alien to her. Vaggie gently put her hands on her shoulders and Charlie shivered, looking at her as if she didn't recognize her.

"Hon, you are in shock" said softly, giving her a reaffirming squeeze. She looked over the princess and was somewhat relieved that at least she wasn't mortally wounded. This was something else. "Just try to breath, okay? Concentrate on the sound of my voice. I got you" Vaggie hold her face, making the princess to hold her gaze. "I am here. You are safe as long I am here. It's okay. Can you tell me what happened?"

"D-dad…" was the only thing that would come out of her before her knees gave up.

The tears wouldn't stop coming not even when she heard a growl that shook the earth under their feet. She knew what it was. How could she not recognize the voice of her father, even when it was with an emotion she never heard before? She curled up on herself as she also gave in to her own sob. Vaggie kneeled with her and hugged her tight, extending her wings around the two of them as everyone else kept fighting.

She did as her father told her to and didn't look up, not even when the screams started. The cannibals celebrated when the sky was filled with angelic blood and bodies dropping one after another, ripped apart, heads flying separated from their necks, no angelic steel required when it was the hands of an angel doing the work. Faster than any of them could have believed possible, only one exorcist remained and she had managed to escape from the debris to see the first man. What was left of him at least.

A recognizable flapping of wings announced the presence of Lucifer. When Lute looked up, she almost wished she didn't. It felt wrong to stare at the face of the devil while tears streaked his cheeks and his eyes were filled with nothing but contempt, completely drenched on the blood of the other angels. Wrong like only something that went against all plans still happened and there was no consequences for it could feel like. Wrong like being abandoned in the middle of a game whose rules she didn't know anymore.

"You were the only who call out his name. Did you cared about him?" asked Lucifer. Drips of blood were still falling from his claws, from his suit. His tears were the only clearing besides the gold all over his face. "Answer me" ordered, his growl making her to straighten up instantly, damn her military training.

"Yes, s… yes" said, incapable of holding his burning gaze.

"Good" Lucifer grabbed the halo near the head of Adam, a silver piece that didn't shine no more, and throw it like a piece of garbage against her to catch with her only arm. "Then you get to live. You get to live knowing you couldn't do anything to save him. Tell heaven this is the price for one sinner. Now go."

Lute didn't had to be told twice. She gripped to the halo on her hand and made the solitary journey up to the portal.

Lucifer stayed in place, like a statue left in the middle of the sea.

"Papa…" the voice of Charlie, ever so soft, was the only thing capable of making him turn. To him she looked just as small as a little girl as her eyes swelled up again. "Papa!"

He opened up his arms to receive her when she came running, hugging him clumsy and desperate despite the blood that now was all over her too. Lucifer knew that he should be the one giving words of comfort, that it was his responsability now, but all he could do was hold onto her back and cry like he too had been abandoned.

When Alastor opened up his eys just the tiniest bit, he knew instantly it was way too bright for him and covered up with his hands. Why the hell was he even on his feet? The last thing he remembered was somehow managing to get to his old studio where he reserved a portion of Lucifer's blood for emergencies.

He would get drink it, effects be damned, and go back to the battle in no time. But then he got too dizzy to keep standing up and his body felt too tired to stand up from the floor, no matter how much he was ordering his arms or legs to do anything.

The next second he was… where? A hospital? It had to be a good one because he couldn't feel any immediate pain. He opened again, finding immediately the face greyish face of someone that was standing too close for comfort, as if trying to make sure that he was real.

Oh, he had to have been drugged with something, for sure. Something so good that took away all the pain and was making him have hallucinations as a side effect. How else could be explained that he was seeing this person with an halo over their head and white wings?

When he gave a step back, he touched a wall and finally could realize that this place looked more like an meeting room than any hospital he could think off. A too brightly coloured meeting room. Behind the person that was looking at him, another one was standing from the table, but this one looked more horrified than anything else. Another set of wings, another halo.

"Where is this?" asked, realizing that it didn't cost him at all to speak.

He took his hand to his neck and it was intact. No bandages, no scarring, nothing. Far from making him relax, that enerved him even more. The younger looking person in front of him squealed.

"Welcome to heaven!"

Alastor stared at her. Maybe she was drugged too, wondered hopefully, even knowing that he wasn't high and instead was way too alert to deal with any of this.

"Come again?"

"Heaven! You came from hell, don't you? But now you made it here, congratulations! Oh, this is so amazing, I knew that Charlie was right! Isn't it great, Sera?"

The older looking person, apparently called Sera, let herself fall back on her chair as if to let all the horror she was contemplating wash over her. The younger one, not at all detered by this, smiled big at Alastor, whose only comfort was to think this had to be a nightmare. Only his mind would be so cruel to bring out the name of his daughter on this context and make it feel so real.

"You must have done a lot of soul searching and good deeds in order to be here now! You have to tell me all about it whenever you have a chance, I am dying to know! Oh, wait, no, I am so rude. My name is Emily, by the way! And yours?"

Alastor looked at her extended hand just in time as his found the handle behind him. He opened up the door and came out, running away from all this nonsense.

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What are your headcannons on virgin Levi showing you his dick for the first time? Would he be nervous about it? He's never really shown off that part of himself before, the communal bathrooms don't count. Especially when he's all hard and leaky, that's super embarrassing. Plus he's not as.. endowed as some of the others. Or would he try to play it off cool, despite the tremble lingering in his voice and fingers. He's afraid of disappointing you after all.

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There would definitely be a sense of anxiety underlying everything he does before you get his clothes off. Besides the fact that Levi has never done anything like this, he kisses much more tenderly, even distracted, because of his racing thoughts and his heart pounding in his ears. Pressed to the bed underneath you—underneath anyone—isn't a position Levi can stand finding himself in in every other context, which is why you take it slow.

His breath is already hitched, and there's a tremble to his touch at your waist, as he's not confident in going any lower. Dotting his neck in wet kisses alone makes him just swoon. Just opening his shirt like curtains even gives him a spike of anxiety… so when his pants are gone??

Honestly, his dick has been interested since you first pulled him in an embrace before you even got to the bedroom. But somehow the embarrassment is different when he's stripped down to just his underwear. He gets antsy if you take your time kissing down his body, caressing all his curves, licking little circles around his pink nipples. He's a mess.

It doesn't work to tell Levi to relax a little—caressing his tongue with your own and grinding your palm again his obvious need gets him much looser and pliant underneath you. Even if he's still devoting too much energy in keeping embarrassing sounds to a minimum (in vain). Levi tries to play down nervousness no matter what, but his weak voice holds the lightest tremble when he tells you to hurry up, squirming lightly, tilting his hips up into your palm.

Yes!! He’s never “shown himself off” in this kind of context at all, although he had no shame in the sense of military life. It’s so hard, throbs so thickly, and yet he swallows a moan when it does. His face is on fire.

It might be plainly obvious that he’s aching and ready, but since Levi up to that point has made it a habit to ask for your consent when he does most anything, you ask first. This kind of resignation appears on his face, all fueled by nerves and affection he’s never experienced before. He’s made it a point in his life never to need anyone, including in this way, but he’s ready to now.

But god, his nerves really are raw. He hooks his thumbs in the elastic waistband because if he pauses to think, he’ll work himself up even more. You peel them down the rest of the way.

His chest falls with a small huff in relief when his cock is freed and slaps his pelvis, not just hard but sticky and swollen. It’s obvious what you do to him, how much he needs and craves more of you, and that makes him feel a little ashamed. He hides the lower half of his face under his arm and tries to gauge your reaction.

His own size has never mattered, because he’d never end up in this exact situation, he used to think. He’s not insecure that he can’t satisfy you—just that size usually means a lot to people.

Goddd his pretty cock though. Most of it will fit in your fist, but it’s so fat, and his massive balls are so round and firm. So pretty. And since he’s desperate, the cum that’s welled over his slit is just begging to be licked up.

You’re staring so hard, which he wouldn’t mind if your eyes didn’t drink in the sight of his cock between his thick thighs for so long. Instinctively his legs being to inch closed, snapping you out of your reverie.

“You are so fucking pretty,” you huff, almost like it makes you mad how fucking perfect his body is, because of quirks like his many scars, or the borderline feminine curves to his waist and hips, or his pale bordering on porcelain skin.

Promptly you squeeze his knees to open his legs again. Levi is too busy reeling from that compliment, leaving him to gasp as you scoop up his balls, rubbing too slowly. “I love it. You’re so cute. Can I suck you? Please?”

“W-What the hell. Cute—?” he tries to rasp, but he doesn’t get to finish as your arms encircle his thighs, pinning them apart to make room for your mouth as you go down.

Whatever that means, he had no reason to worry in the first place—obviously. All that’s left is for him to lose his fucking mind under your mouth.

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mariana-oconnor · 1 year

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The Red-Headed League Pt 1

From the start I can say that I have read this one many, many times. Not my favourite, but it was in the book of Sherlock Holmes stories I had as a child. Although, once again I remember only the gist of the tale from the title, not the details. I may remember more as I go on.

found him in deep conversation with a very stout, florid-faced, elderly gentleman with fiery red hair.

As someone from a family with many redheads, with several friends who are redheads, I can say that the idea of an 'elderly' person with red hair amuses me because without exception the more redheaded a person is in my experience, the sooner they go white. I had cousins who were significantly grey at 21. If this guy is considered elderly and still has his natural hair colour as a redhead, then he's got some impressive genes.

Also, I can already see the redheaded stereotypes circling.

With an apology for my intrusion, I was about to withdraw when Holmes pulled me abruptly into the room and closed the door behind me.

Watson: trying to be polite. Holmes: YOINK!

The stout gentleman half rose from his chair and gave a bob of greeting, with a quick little questioning glance from his small fat-encircled eyes.

Watson really doesn't like flattering descriptions, does he? 'Fat encircled eyes'? You've mentioned he's stout twice already, do we really need the extra? After the last story where he was very clear about how he thought Miss Mary Sutherland was unattractive, he's really on a roll.

You have shown your relish for it by the enthusiasm which has prompted you to chronicle, and, if you will excuse my saying so, somewhat to embellish so many of my own little adventures.

Doyle making a callout post for his own unreliable narrator.

"You will remember that I remarked the other day, just before we went into the very simple problem presented by Miss Mary Sutherland..."

Callback! Although I'm still a little angry at you about that one, Holmes. Not your finest hour.

As a rule, when I have heard some slight indication of the course of events, I am able to guide myself by the thousands of other similar cases which occur to my memory. In the present instance I am forced to admit that the facts are, to the best of my belief, unique.

Holmes is flummoxed. He is bamboozled. He is quite without context or precedent.

Our visitor bore every mark of being an average commonplace British tradesman, obese, pompous, and slow.

Watson, your classism, intellectualism, and fatphobia are showing. Wow, we're just getting back-to-back Watson being a judgy little bitch, aren't we? Once again I have to question what these people must have thought in-universe when reading his descriptions of them. I know, I know, they're not real, but it's a central conceit of the series that Watson is the author and publishes the tales, and looking at it from that perspective when he's so very disparaging of some of their clients.

"Beyond the obvious facts that he has at some time done manual labour, that he takes snuff, that he is a Freemason, that he has been in China, and that he has done a considerable amount of writing lately, I can deduce nothing else."

OK, now Sherlock's talking about the guy like he's not there. They're quite a pair today.

But also, Sherlock showing off again, and this time the client takes the bait and asks about it. He must be so pleased.

"I have made a small study of tattoo marks and have even contributed to the literature of the subject. That trick of staining the fishes' scales of a delicate pink is quite peculiar to China. When, in addition, I see a Chinese coin hanging from your watch-chain, the matter becomes even more simple."

I like how he starts with the more obscure one, then follows it up with the more obvious clue. Although he could have got the coin from somewhere else, so the tattoo colouring is confirmation that he actually went, and is not connected in another way.

Mr Jabez Wilson laughed heavily. "Well, I never!" said he. "I thought at first that you had done something clever, but I see that there was nothing in it, after all."

I like Mr Jabez Wilson. Ha! (Maybe this is why Watson is so bitchy about him, because he does not appreciate the true glory of Holmes' art).

TO THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE: On account of the bequest of the late Ezekiah Hopkins, of Lebanon, Pennsylvania, U. S. A., there is now another vacancy open which entitles a member of the League to a salary of 4 pounds a week for purely nominal services. All red-headed men who are sound in body and mind and above the age of twenty-one years, are eligible. Apply in person on Monday, at eleven o'clock, to Duncan Ross, at the offices of the League, 7 Pope's Court, Fleet Street.

Based on the Bank of England inflation calculator, this comes to roughly £400 a week in modern money. And given that last story we were told that a woman could comfortably live on £60 a year, while this is ~£200 a year. I would take that in a heartbeat and ask no questions. I'd be thinking a lot of questions, but I would not be asking them. Two words: Plausible deniability.

~*Oh no. I am but an innocent pawn in this terrible scheme! I knew nothing.*~

If only I were a man with red hair of sound mind and body.

"What on earth does this mean?" I ejaculated

Obligatory ejaculation note.

Holmes chuckled and wriggled in his chair, as was his habit when in high spirits.

Wiggly chair dance! I love it.

I would have a job to pay him but that he is willing to come for half wages so as to learn the business.

This guy is either the nicest guy in the world, or he has ulterior motives. Given the context, I'm going with door number 2.

I should not wish a smarter assistant, Mr Holmes; and I know very well that he could better himself and earn twice what I am able to give him.

Dooooooor number 2

There's no vice in him.

Mr Wilson, I know what I said before about plausible deniability, but you may in fact want to look that gift horse in the mouth and hire someone a little less qualified.

He and a girl of fourteen, who does a bit of simple cooking and keeps the place clean

Ah, Victorian labour laws.

"Spaulding, he came down into the office just this day eight weeks, with this very paper in his hand, and he says: "'I wish to the Lord, Mr Wilson, that I was a red-headed man.' "'Why that?' I asks. "'Why,' says he, 'here's another vacancy on the League of the Red-headed Men. It's worth quite a little fortune to any man who gets it, and I understand that there are more vacancies than there are men, so that the trustees are at their wits' end what to do with the money. If my hair would only change color, here's a nice little crib all ready for me to step into.'

Victor Spaulding is not a very convincing con man - though, to be fair, I have the benefit of being genre savvy. But I can totally see Hardison playing this part in the Leverage version of this con and being over-the-top outraged about the injustice. (I think they did do a version of this con in Leverage at one time, but I can't remember when... or it might have been in Hustle. Or I might be imagining things.)

"Well, you can easily think that that made me prick up my ears, for the business has not been over-good for some years, and an extra couple of hundred would have been very handy."

Almost like it was designed specifically for you! What a strange and fortuitous happenstance! What an utterly serendipitous and not at all suspicious coink-i-dink!

Vincent Spaulding seemed to know so much about it that I thought he might prove useful

There is nothing to see here. Just an ordinary employee.

From north, south, east, and west every man who had a shade of red in his hair had tramped into the city to answer the advertisement. Fleet Street was choked with red-headed folk, and Pope's Court looked like a coster's orange barrow.

Why doesn't Watson know about this? You would have think it would have made the newspaper and we have established that Watson reads the news religiously.

I could tell you tales of cobbler's wax which would disgust you with human nature.

Pretty sure I've read that one on AO3.

The fund was, of course, for the propagation and spread of the red-heads as well as for their maintenance.

Are they... plants? This reads more like gardening. Such weird word choice. Propagation and spread... so creeeeepy.

"'Dear me!' he said gravely, 'that is very serious indeed! I am sorry to hear you say that. The fund was, of course, for the propagation and spread of the red-heads as well as for their maintenance. It is exceedingly unfortunate that you should be a bachelor.'

Classic. The old 'take away the thing that you haven't given them yet to make them want it more'. This guy is more skilled than Spaulding, certainly. Make it seem like you're doing them a favour and they won't look into it too much.

'Oh, never mind about that, Mr Wilson!' said Vincent Spaulding. 'I should be able to look after that for you.'

Seriously, this guy needs to work on his technique. You can't be that eager, my friend. You've got to make them work with it. Make them think it's their idea, not yours. You should have been planting the seeds for this since before you even raised the idea of the League. You are a terrible grifter. Pah! I have 0 respect for you. You're getting by on luck, not skill.

Well, you have to be in the office, or at least in the building, the whole time. If you leave, you forfeit your whole position forever.

Once again an extreme and unreasonable ultimatum, just like in the last story. This is a Bad Sign. No allowances for injury or emergency, just 'if you leave, that's it forever.' Bad sign.

OK, maybe I lied before. I would ask questions about this: 'But what if I fall over and bang my head? But what if the building is on fire? But what if I am kidnapped by enemies of the league?'

"'... copy out the Encyclopaedia Britannica."

Just copy out Wikipedia, longhand. OK. The real question is: what happens when my hand seizes up from writing for so long? What then?

Well, I thought over the matter all day, and by evening I was in low spirits again; for I had quite persuaded myself that the whole affair must be some great hoax or fraud, though what its object might be I could not imagine. It seemed altogether past belief that anyone could make such a will, or that they would pay such a sum for doing anything so simple as copying out the Encyclopaedia Britannica.

Yep, yep, yep. All very valid and good points. Good for you, Mr Jabez Wilson. I knew I liked you.

Well, to my surprise and delight, everything was as right as possible. The table was set out ready for me, and Mr Duncan Ross was there to see that I got fairly to work. He started me off upon the letter A

A is for Alarming, which this is.

It's also for Augur, as in 'This augurs poorly.'

You were so close, Mr Wilson. So very close. I believed in you - well, I didn't, because there wouldn't have been a story otherwise. But I still believe you can pull this off. You've come to Holmes for a reason. Will you realise before it's too-

He held up a piece of white card-board about the size of a sheet of note-paper. It read in this fashion: THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE IS DISSOLVED October 9, 1890

Oh Mr Wilson. My belief was misplaced.

A is for Aim and A is for Accomplished and A is for Absconded. All very relevant words, one feels.

#Letters from Watson #The Red-Headed League #Sherlock Holmes #long post

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scoobydoodean · 1 year

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Sam literally does think he's smarter than Dean though, the classism and elitism he displays throughout the show is a whole thing

So first let me address context that brought this ask here. I was responding to some stuff about the 1.04 EMF meter moment . I do think this whole exchange only makes sense as a bitchy brother moment and nothing more. It is already a silly exchange where Sam is once more forced into the role of exposition boy who must pretend to be stupid so that the audience can learn what an EMF meter is, and another interpretation of this scene that can result from the exchange is that Sam is making a bitch face and appearing to act condescending because Dean just explained to him what an EMF meter is, which is something Sam already knows (and Dean should already know Sam knows) and his bitch face really has nothing to do with being impressed or unimpressed by Dean making something. It is about him feeling talked down to/like Dean is treating him like a greenhorn. But it is also literally just a scene where they are both victims of stupid exposition dialogue.

But to engage with the larger criticism, it's like @deanswristwatch said here. It isn't a question of if Sam did or didn't think he was smarter. It's a question of when. Because this show is 15 seasons long and the Sam we see in season 1 is not the same one we get every single season. Like yes Sam joking around about Dean being dumb is a thing we see throughout the show, but that is almost always typical brotherly banter. Every day you are required by law to call your closest sibling: loser, stupid, nerd, or "dumb bitch". It's the law. I may be a big fat dean fan, but I am not reading an actual serious sense of superiority into jokes Sam makes about Dean being dumb the vast majority of the time—the same way I don't think Dean is trying to control Sam's appearance by joking about how he should cut his hair, etc.

Returning to season 1 Sam: In 1.10 "Asylum", Sam says, "I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic like you" while being mind-controlled by Dr. Allicot. I talked about that the other night. It isn't as much about Sam's sense of superiority to me (though there is an element of that that is actually rooted in projected insecurity) as it is Sam being extremely angry that Dean isn't as upset as he is, and Sam wanting Dean to view the situation with John and the cases the exact same way he does and reflect his own emotions back at him so that he can feel seen and heard and feel he fully and unilaterally controls their direction as a unit. Unfortunately, you don't get to dictate how your older brother feels about something or force him to have the same opinions as you under the guise of suggesting he doesn't have a mind of his own and is trying to boss you around (while you are literally being mind controlled, pointing a gun at him, and telling him to shut up for once in his life because it isn't actually about you wanting him to have an opinion "of his own". It's about you wanting him to have your opinion because you are actually just very very VERY mad at your father).

Beyond this moment in season 1, I am struggling to remember times when Sam was like. Genuinely scathing about Dean's intelligence level and not like. Just engaging in typical little brother banter the same way Dean calls him a nerd/geek/girly etc. One of the only other moments I can think of is actually "What Is And What Should Never Be" which is actually reflecting not the actual Sam but Dean's perception of Sam as more intelligent than him and built for better, grander things—sentiments Dean pretty much repeats in 8.14 only for them to be rejected by Sam in the same episode:

I AM smart, and so are you. You're not a grunt, Dean. You're a genius—when it comes to lore, to—you're the best damn hunter I have ever seen—better than me, better than dad.

Now Sam does think he is generally better than Dean in season 4. In 4.14 "Sex & Violence", again under the influence of supernatural forces, Sam says,

OK, fine. You know why I didn't tell you about Ruby, and how we're hunting down Lilith? Because you're too weak to go after her, Dean. You're holding me back. I'm a better hunter than you are. Stronger, smarter. I can take out demons you're too scared to go near... You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Whining about all the souls you tortured in hell. Boo hoo.

But this is a direct result of Sam having an addiction, allowing himself to be slowly manipulated into believing he is superior by Ruby, and then speaking those thoughts. Sam is eventually able to take a step back from this perception and he grows past it.

The thing is, in both of these situations, Sam actually... well. In some sense, he is projecting his own sense of inferiority and weakness onto Dean. In "Asylum", despite being an adult who literally can go do whatever the fuck he wants, he has spun a narrative for himself where he doesn't have the agency to determine his own direction, and then he projects that onto Dean by saying Dean doesn't have a mind of his own and just mindlessly follows orders. But Dean is the one here who actually did what he wanted to do, and Sam, an adult, didn't (because he literally had zero better ideas on where to go), and then wants to blame Dean for Sam's choices. In "Sex & Violence", Sam is talking a big game about being the big badass who is better, because deep down he thinks he is not strong and he needs the demon blood in order to be strong, because that's what Ruby started telling him as early as season 3—that Sam is weak, that he needs to do whatever it takes to toughen up.

Now thinking about Kale!Sam in "Lebanon", who clearly had a VERY strong sense of a superiority, and I do think that was the Stanford track Sam was headed down if our story didn't actually happen (and it still, at that point, would have screamed of insecurity) but that isn't how Sam's life went and our Sam is disgusted by that guy. Like I won't deny there are elements of classism in Sam's behavior and that is a struggle for him, but I also don't think he genuinely consistenly believes that Dean is stupid. I mean, maybe he should have told Dean nice things more, but Sam is not a touchy feely guy specifically when it comes to expressing his care for others, so you are not going to see him constantly singing the praises of anyone in his life. Like. Nobody.

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As they both sat in cool grass beneath the stars, completely worn out by the midsummer day’s romp around the neighborhood, Kai fell uncharacteristically quiet. It was in times like these where he felt the loneliest— times where he knew he would soon have to return home.

He wanted to be with Loux every hour of the day. Even spending a few hours apart during summer break wrenched his heart out. He wanted to play fight and proudly wear the scrapes and bloody noses as medals of honor. He wanted to build forts out of trees and tarps and gather inside when the afternoon thunderstorms came. He wanted to eat popsicles and show each other their oddly-colored tongues when they finished. He wanted to stay like this forever, laying under the stars next to the only one who made him feel like he wasn’t born completely wrong.

When a chilly breeze reached the field, Kai shivered and inched closer to Loux’s warm body, looking at his annoyingly cute face that all the girls in their third grade class talked about. Why couldn’t they just stay like this? Why did he have to go home?

After an extended silence, he finally spoke, holding back the tears stinging his eyes.

“Do you think your parents loved you?”

Then…

“I don’t think mine do.”

The wind was cold, chilly, and it drove goosebumps to rise on his skin along his spine, arms, shins, and skinned knees, band-aids hanging on by a thread. He drew them up to his chest, mind torn in two between focusing too hard on what Kai was saying and whimpering over everything he'd gone through that year. Eight years old and both his parents were already dead and buried, little memories for the fat cats at the DRS, whoever those people were. Black suits like the secret service, idiots Loux often saw in the corners of the TV screen during an address.

Thinking about all the wrong things as to distract himself. He always was devious, thought too much, planned out even more with all the care an adult might've taken - combining common sense with simple cause and effect, figuring out the solutions to most things in his head before ever needing a pen and paper to show his work. He never liked math, or English - never liked having to show anyone how he got his answers to everything when they were just so clearly written! One plus one equalled two because there were two ones, right? Simple as that.

But, this was different - maybe. Different context, not so simple. Different. His best friend was near to sobbing over something he couldn't understand, because, yes, his parents did love him. He was certain enough about that. Nothing else, though. His parents loved him, but what good did that love do him? They were gone now. Dead. Buried under six feet of grass and dirt and ugly flowers to be eaten by worms and other gross things. Dead and gone. Even if they loved him, it's not like they'd come back and tell him everything would be alright without them. It's not like they'd come back at all, not on their own. Lennie and Lucy needed them more than he did, and he knew that. Knew that better than anyone. And that's what really did it for him, was the misery his sisters continued to go through even now, separated from them, forced into a system that'd never see them reunite.

And he thought of all the plans he'd thought were solid, good plans, and all the contingencies he'd had for them. How surprised Kai would be that he even knew and understood the word.

And then he thought of how wrong it was for a parent not to love their children. No matter how broken, ugly, terrified, or stupid - a parent should've always loved their children, even he knew that, early on and right away. Mothers and fathers had one job - to love and care for their children. Maybe that said something bad about their personal lives, but who cares? Who cares? Loux wasn't stupid; A parent stopped being themselves the second they had a kid. Or, at least, their lives stopped being about them. And so what? So what?

Losing some freedom, some ability to still be a kid, wasn't a good enough excuse to leave their own high and dry. To cry in the middle of a field next to a kid who couldn't cry anymore himself.

He was quiet a long time, at first bothered by Kai's proximity - surprised by it, even - then resting his head against his, pursing his lips. Sometimes, he wished he could've understood, and in others he wished he didn't have to worry about this at all. It hurt too much not to be able to help, to sympathize properly, and how did he understand that? He didn't know, but he did know it made things harder.

Kai needed help he couldn't give yet. And the more he thought about it, the angrier he got, fingernails digging little half-moons into his palms, biting at his skin like tiny knives. It didn't make any sense to him, that someone could just not love their own kid. And maybe he was lucky, maybe he was lucky to have had parents who loved him for even five minutes longer than Kai's, but he had nothing without them. His whole life fell apart the second they were out of the picture and he wondered if Kai knew that, if he understood.

Nothing was worse than having everything, then losing it as soon as you realized you had it.

It was...hard. It was very hard. To be what Kai needed in the moment. To know and understand that he just couldn't be what he needed then, but still having to be. And he cared so much about him, he couldn't just let it go for a while. He had to help, in any way he could, even if it was only a curl of his arm around him and a stupid quip.

"Well, yanno... F-fuck 'em? Fuck 'em. That's what th' big kids say! Fuck 'em. Right?" he huffed, chuffed, and sighed, thinking about how satisfying it'd be to see Kai's parents burning in front of him, where they couldn't hurt him anymore. If they couldn't love him, then so be it - but, in his mind, they would watch while he lived a better life as theirs crumbled. In his mind. In his. "If they don't love you, tha's okay. Ya got me, right? I'll love you, and you can love me back."

He bit his lip.

"You can love me back...and then we'll ne'er hafta worry 'bout whether anyone loves us or not. 'Cause we got each other, right? We got each other." Yet tiny sparks of unquenchable flames began to burn at his finger tips, singing fabric and skin alike, but whose was it? His or Kai's? He couldn't tell, didn't want to, emotions bubbling within strong enough to burn even the coldest of wicks, or whatever. He couldn't deal, couldn't live with the fact the person he liked and loved most, someone he knew would be his friend until the end, was sad, hurt, left behind by the people who were supposed to love him more. "You can love me back..."

#☿ || Asks.#♞ // Main Verse.#✘ // Get Fucked & Die Right; Kai.#gloryundimmed #/ i'm going to throttle you gray #/ i shouldn't be sobbing and yet i am #/ i planned this out with you three days ago #/ YET I AM MCFUCKING SOBBING

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Paleblood Hunter could be Laurence’s reincarnation?

Or how things look different if you use cut content!

I received an ask from @marchioness-of-the-flowers-blog on my other blog that made me dive into a small bit of cute dialogue.. and then dive into an ABYSS of potential because I am unhinged fdshfhd Okay, so I presumed that you was referring to this cut dialogue:

There are different ways to go about it, yeah! The simplest way to interpret it is him 'speaking with a person that isn't here' thing - so he doesn't really call US Laurence, but just clings to the memory of him. Like, you know, same vein as the guy accomplishing something and casting arms to the sky all like 'Father I did this, do you see???' meanwhile 'father' is many years ago dead. You get the point!

But, heck, the version that he does start to confuse us for Laurence (whether because of going insane, or us looking similar, or both) is more interesting! I doubt that intention was within appearance because Souls-like games feature custom playable character in their trademark style! Sekiro is more 'a From's game' than it is 'a Souls-like game' after all. So it is probably Gehrman's mind just falling apart!

However, there is another possibility. It could be that the paleblood hunter is a reincarnation of Laurence, or at least was intended to be such in beta version!

We can conclude that the Paleblood Hunter arrived in Yharnam already being aware of 'paleblood' - and even of the risk of losing their memory after blood transfusion! The bit about the very first note being written in your own handwriting is lost in translation so as always I am using excerpts from the lifesaving Last Protagonist's document ( x ).

Also, interestingly, with the context it seems like the Hunter chosen to arrive in the hood intentionally - as if knowing in advance that Yharnam would be hostile to foreigners from somewhere already. For one reason or another, Hunter was informed of what to expect and what they were looking for - be it some divine omens, dreams, them reading about it somewhere, some other character informing them, etc. Arriving in the city to potentially seek the red moon deity behind the Hunt and the Dream is... already very interesting. And very risky task because as gameplay choices show us - without memory it is easy to fail the quest. Not enough cords, not choosing to fight Gehrman...

But also, a detail often missed is that Paleblood Hunter is already not as simple! Here is the invitation in Cainhurst that you can find after imposter doctor invades Iosefka's clinic and takes her place, if you sneak from the secret cave through the woods. It is found in the exact same room where you start the game and where that first note about 'Seek paleblood to transcend the hunt' is!

Easily, she brought it! She, or Iosefka herself right after we left the room - they are most likely twins because devs aren't even subtle about them looking the same.

I talked more about the theory of Laurence having roots in Cainhurst in this ( x ) post, but the key point - a portrait on the Cainhurst has both gold pendant and a necklace Church Servants wear. Can't imagine a more FAT hint, haha. Laurence was the one responsible for creating Hunter's Dream and associating with the paleblood / moon presence, and in that cut dialogue with Gehrman you see he mentions - "The way we've always said we'd end it, you recall".

So, perhaps Laurence could vaguely (or fully) predict what was to come - his impending early death included. Iosefka and the imposter are both in the Healing Church (and very likely both with Cainhurst roots as well - don't forget that Imposter Doctor can prepare the Numbing Mists that are "secret recipe from Cainhurst" and comments on us having scent 'of the moon' - with the only other character saying the same being Annalise). It is a possibility he entrusted one or both of them with the letter. Maybe name of Paleblood Hunter was known many years prior, or maybe they were instructed to write the invitation as soon as they spot a suspicious person seeking paleblood without being a Yharnamite... because that person WILL be important.

Alternatively - maybe the note written in Hunter’s handwriting was not written BY them, but their handwriting matches Laurence’s, so it seems like their! And the note was by Laurence as he knew where the future self would awaken. Then, maybe rather than one of the doctors bringing Cainhurst invitation, it was something along the lines of imposter Iosefka just fumbling around the place, finding this letter tucked somewhere and discarding it - letter he left? And maybe the reason him being reborn was apparent because of strange Cainhurst heritage transcending death as concept - or him having one favour from the Moon Presece for giving her a surrogate child (old man)? There are so many interpretations that choosing only one is already a hassle!

Laurence also lays idly as a beast, yet for some reason his human skull happens to exist in the Nightmare realm, but can't return his memories. So like... If you follow the reincarnation idea - would not that explain why his reaction upon receiving the skull he so desperately wanted is to turn hostile and attack us? Yeah, in the final game most likely he goes erratic when it doesn't help. But if it just so happens that Laurence is full beast, without any 'human but corrupted' sentiment left to him... would not that make sense why he attacks us? Because his actual soul is within HUNTER and now he realizes, and the way to actually return THE Laurence is to kill and consume the hunter.

And on the brink of the end of the night of the hunt, Gehrman just knows. He just can sense that even reborn as new person - this is merely Laurence's next reincarnation, and speaks hoping this part within the Hunter just... understands.

How is this interpretation?

Yeah, this is possible that it is a bit of a stretch, but that would explain some things. Especially the mystery of Cainhurst invitation and why the hunter specifically arrives to solve mystery of paleblood. Such a long time passed that Laurence found Gehrman again as a reincarnation - but he still arrived to at least free him.

Heh... worth a notice that in the cut dialogue, Gehrman sounds like the burning of the Hunter's Dream will destroy it for good, as opposed to the actual game where it seems to be merely a reset. Anyway, thank you for the ask, this was really fun to think about!

#bloodborne #laurence the first vicar #paleblood hunter #good hunter #bloodborne theory #not art #text post #i originally wanted to answer ask as normal but the post ended up diving far so i decided to make a legit post #pretty sure tumblr will eat mention notif and this user won't know i answered fdsjfhdsfd #tumblr am i right??????#honestly this is really interesting #i like the version about moon giving him a favor of one extra life in case he perishes fast (which he did)#hmmmmm gameplay-less au where the beast does manage to swallow his soul back and recovers himself as laurence?#(before going insane from guilt of remembering his atrocities and dying again but from dread and shock now)#bloodborne is a happy game that makes me relaxed and not depressed at all!!!! :D #holy shit imagine micolash if he realizes he was trying to mess with laurence #reminds me of that time when touka from magia record remembered who iroha was and realized she tried to kill her sister #okay this is canon now #/hs

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jklovesfandoms · 2 years

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More Saint Cassian Dating Choir!!

Specifically how they get together!!! Yippee!!!!!

So, a bit of context

- I personally believe that the entire choir gets brought back, they spend a bit in the hospital, but they are all alive

- Some people in the polycule get together a lot earlier than others

- Ricky uses a wheelchair primarily, but also uses canes and forearm crutches! Also uses an AAC device to communicate! He also goes to physical therapy to strengthen his muscles

AND ONTO THE CONTENT!!

Noel, Ricky, and Mischa get together first, specifically over the summer before the accident. They go on a lot of pool and picnic dates together!! (When Noel isn't working, and Ricky isn't in pt) They try to keep it as much of a secret as possible, since small rural town, going to a Catholic school, yk that whole situation. The choir didn't even know. (Also Mischa is still engaged to Talia, and she adores her fiance's boyfriends, like she ships it hard)

Ricky and Jane/Penny get together pretty much immediately after the accident, like within the week they wake up. Basically September 18-20th.(I personally will use Jane, bc I hc that she feels more disconnected from name Penny after the accident, and likes having a nickname that the choir and only the choir calls her)

Mischa and Jane get together on September 28th, and Jane actually asks Mischa out. Like Mischa drives them out into the country, so he can ask her out underneath the stars, and Jane beats him to it.

Constance joins the polycule on Halloween! They were originally going to invite both Ocean and Constance, but Ocean was "sick" (Ocean has a big fat crush on the rest of the choir {-Noel obvi} and was nervous that she'd confess or show her feelings too much) so they only asked Constance out instead! (Constance also has a big fat crush on her now partners, and Ocean, and had since the accident for most of them, or for Ocean, since she was 7) they spent Halloween making brownies, handing out candy, and making out.... A lot of making out. Ocean spent it in her room, wishing that she had just risked it, and just being curled up, sad in her bed. But also being too stubborn to ruin their night by showing up after rejecting the invitation. (When she was later told that Constance joined the polycule, she may or may not have cried herself to sleep that night, bc she also had a crush on Constance since she was 7, and quickly developed a crush on the rest of the polycule between the accident and Halloween.)

After that, Ocean really stops hanging out with the choir as a group. She stops showing up to the weekly 'post-death therapy sessions' which was really just the choir ranting about things. She obviously still attends choir practice, but instead of staying behind and running through music or doing homework, or even just talking to the choir about the rehearsal like she used to, she almost runs out of the choir room when they finish. The polycule begins to wonder if they messed up. Did they do something? Ocean still hangs out one on one, or sometimes with 2-3 other members of the choir, usually Constance, sometimes Jane, and/or Noel. Occasionally Ricky and Mischa too, but never the whole group. So the polycule devises a plan, bc everyone except for Noel still loves her romantically (Noel loves her in a "I hate you, but like I couldn't live without your personality balancing mine" platonic kinda way), and still wants her to join. So on the first day of winter break, December 17th, Constance texts Ocean, and asks if she wants to hang out.

Ocean joins the polycule on December 17th, bc Constance did a little tricksy. She invited Ocean over, while the polycule was already there (since it was winter break, they had been there since school ended the previous day, hanging out and having a very long sleepover/hangout over the break) and Ocean was obviously not expecting them. (I will be coming out soon with a whole fic about how this+Constance's invitation went, along with more stories, bc it's my brain and it won't shut up) She may or may not have a breakdown, bc she still feels guilty for the person she was before the accident, and feels undeserving. But she does join, and the poly! choir is complete!!

More will be coming, bc poly!choir is rattling around in my empty little brain, and I must write and talk about it. At. All. Times. I simply am required to, legally. Bc damn it, if no one else is making the content that my empty little skull is begging for, I will!

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ride the cyclone musical #ride the cyclone headcanons #the saint cassian dating choir #yes Ocean is sad and a little bit scratch that quite a bit traumatized in this world #also they are in fact the cringiest but just most adorable polycule in the world and the cutest couple in the school #if it wasnt a catholic school and wasnt 2009 they'd be elected as the cutest couple but couple would be crossed out and replaced with cule #tumblr didnt want me to put that last tag in #homophobic/j #i have exactly one brain cell and this hc is taking up 5

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pandoratheprocrasticreator · 2 years

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it’s like. the owl house crew definitely wants to explore the huntlow ship. they have hunter blush any time willow acknowledges his existence. like 30% of promo arts and the crew art show the same thing. if you squint there are some narrative parallels between caleb and hunter, in that they both developed romantic feelings for a witch. (although i still maintain that LUZ is the caleb out of her and hunter and LUMITY, not huntlow, is supposed to parallel caleb and evelyn) the people who argue that hunter doesn’t actually have a crush on willow are straight up wrong imo.

just because characters blush at each other in non romantic contexts in the show doesn’t mean hunter blushing at willow isn’t in a romantic context. whether or not the ship gets together they’re definitely going to address it at some point - it’s not just fans desperate to ship hunter with someone. there’s definitely groundwork laid out that he has a crush on willow. (and i agree with a point by huntlow shippers - teasing that a character has a crush on a fat asian girl and revealing that actually, he never found her attractive to begin with is. not great. like representation wise.)

that being said i dont think the ship was well written like. at all? after the episode they met hunter and willow have never had another on-screen conversation. there were a few scenes where they talk AT each other, but like. hunter and gus had a heart-to-heart about gus’s dad and the emperor’s coven in thanks to them. willow confronted amity about how amity’s still treating willow like she did when they were kids, even though she’s a different person now. where’s that emotional vulnerability for huntlow?

they imply that hunter sent willow a picture of flapjack. (though hunter wasn’t surprised at how illusion willow was wary of him in labyrinth runners so i don’t think they talked THAT much after the flyer derby episode) then they show pictures of hunter, gus, and willow hanging out. they show willow giving hunter a haircut but don’t give us them talking about it. like yes if there were a full season 3 they probably would have had more episodes of them bonding but the crew already cut out like 20 other subplots that feel more important than a ship. (like the blight parents divorce arc or whatever was going on with the bat queen) imo if they didn’t have time to write a good romance, then they should have cut out the romance.

it’s like the writers are going out of their way to avoid hunter and willow having any meaningful interaction. hunter definitely has a crush on willow but willow seems like she doesn’t see hunter as more than a friend. people point to shots where willow looks at hunter fondly and say that’s proof that she reciprocates his feelings which i think is grasping at straws. not only is gus with hunter in those scenes, but willow looks at luz and gus that way too. yes they show emphasis on her being upset when hunter’s in danger sometimes but thats like. what she does to all her friends. willow is just a protective friend. the fact that they SHOW willow worrying over hunter is a point towards teasing the huntlow ship, though. Even so, a few (dubiously) longing glances and helping each other in battle still doesn’t make up for how they LITERALLY have not had a conversation in 9 episodes.

like neither of the other two actual romance plots in toh have been this subtle. the moment raine comes back into eda’s life they both become flustered messes and every conversation they have is extremely romantically charged. even before amity started turning into a tomato around luz, they had a bunch of opportunities to bond over shared interests. and more importantly, luz actively sought out amity multiple times to get to know her, something we never saw willow do for hunter after the flyer derby episode. and this is with the mouse breathing down dana’s back, yelling about how children would explode into rainbow glitter if they so much as see two girls look at each other. you’d think building up a m/f couple would be easier even with less episodes, but they don’t show willow liking hunter romantically at all. if they do get together in the end, it’s definitely not going to be well written.

i personally really like the theory that willow would reject hunter’s love confession. i think it would be good to portray someone being rejected romantically, but it not being the end of the world and the two still being friends after. it would be like dipper and wendy in gravity falls, except willow doesn’t have a “good” reason to reject hunter other than the fact that she doesn’t like him back. it would be nice to show that that is a good enough reason to reject someone. if this IS what theyre planning, then the lack of substantial interactions between hunter and willow would make more sense, since it shows willow doesn’t have any reason to have a crush on hunter.

(that one stream the owl house crew had also makes me think this will be the case. dana terrace’s reaction to someone asking if huntlow will happen seems too extreme for them just to get together without anything going wrong. dana likes to subvert expectations in her show, so this tracks for her.)

however, even if that happens, the amount of ship teasing from the crew in their promo arts would seem kind of...cruel to people who ship huntlow? like i don’t think a romance plot fits into either of their character arcs, but the show and the crew seems to be shoving them together, even though they have next to no chemistry in the show. for them to build up this ship, only to have willow reject hunter or even to never bring it up, feels like theyre trampling on the fans who took it in good faith. it feels like they’re making fun of the fans for thinking a ship would happen, even though they were the ones that told them so in the first place.

like don’t get me wrong, after decades of queerbaiting in media it would be HILARIOUS if the crew straightbaited the huntlow ship. but i disliked the ship from the start. i never invested time into looking at how this ship would play into the bigger story by presuming it would happen. its pretty much agreed that queerbaiting is cruel. to queer fans but also to people who invested time into the pairing in general. while straightbaiting isn’t necessarily cruel to specifically queer or straight fans bc there are other queer ships in toh and other straight ships literally everywhere, it still feels mean to people who like the ship. if huntlow doesn’t get together, it would have to be handled in a respectful way. otherwise the crew will lose the goodwill from a lot of fans, including me.

anyway my point is whether or not the huntlow ship gets together by the end of the show every single tag relating to hunter and willow will be completely unusable for like a month after each episode comes out. because either all the huntlow likers will be yelling about how it doesn’t make sense that huntlow didn’t get together or all the huntlow dislikers will be yelling about how it doesn’t make sense that huntlow got together. i personally will be making memes ahead of time for both occasions and posting them as the situation demands.

what im hoping is that they do what they did in thanks to them. which is have something else ABSOLUTELY AWFUL happen to one of them. so everyone is screaming about THAT instead of the huntlow ship. preferably something awful happens willow bc hunter already Went Through It like 20 times so willow should get a turn for character development purposes. like when thanks to them came out willow tenderly cradled hunter’s head in her lap and gave him a desperate hug after he almost died and for like 24 hours after the episode pretty much no one was talking about it. because everyone was talking about the belos possession and flapjack dying. i want that energy for the next two episodes. hopefully that will make the tags usable no matter what happens to the huntlow ship.

#toh #the owl house #huntlow #hunter toh #hunter noceda #willow park #shut up pandora #i really dont want hunter and willow to get together but if they do #i dont want them to be hunter and willow park when they get married #i want them to be hunter and willow noceda clawthorne whispers deamonne park #hunter spent his whole character arc collecting last names he isnt going to stop just because he marries someone #lowhunt

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