#not that I am either obvs they just irritate me

[jasongracestan12]

My Unpopular Riordanverse Opinions

Disclaimer: none of these are fact all are my opinions. I'm happy to hear your disagreements but please do so respectfully because some of my opinions are really unpopular lol, so just be ready. Also spoilers obvs.

Also, as a random fact, I read the Heroes of Olympus about once a year, sometimes more. Lol I love that series actually, its low-key my comfort series.

1. Every time someone suggests Grover should've been on the quest over Coach Hedge, an angel loses their wings lmao. I just love him so much and all of his short tempered anger.

2. I don't like Valgrace. I almost literally got my ass ate off for saying this last time 💀 PLEASEEE leave me alone!! I just don't enjoy this ship, I didn't see the chemistry that other people saw with them. With that being said.

3. I don't like theyna (see above reasons)

4. I do, however, like Valzhang and ValZhangEsque and I think they're horribly underrated ships.

5. But tbh I think there is too much ship content. In the fandom and the books. I wish so much that there was most character centric content than there is. Not just of Jason, of all characters.

6. I love Frank. I love that he doesn't seem as morally bound as the other Roman characters. It interests me. That and I find him funny and endearing low-key.

7. I like Heroes of Olympus better than PJO. Not necessarily because of the writing, but because I liked all the different characters and world building of hoo better.

8. Blood of Olympus was a flop but it had some slay parts, especially on the characterization of Jason and Reyna.

9. Not unpopular, but I never liked Caleo. Specifically because I think solving Leo's arc by giving him a gf is not good writing and low-key disrespects his character.

10. I was not originally a fan of Reyna upon initially reading the books. I found her too authoritarian and someone I would actively fight irl. I would lose, but it would be worth it. I ended up liking her more as I got older especially with BoO, but y'all she is, like, unstandable in Camp Jupiter Classified.

11. I didn't really like Nico either, and I still feel indifferent towards him. Listen, I've had my fair share of trauma, but it is still really difficult for me to connect to cynical/ pessimistic characters. It's just not who I am.

12. Fandom obsession with Percy and Percabeth annoys me. It wouldn't be so bad except for people are hellbent on using comparison to make Percy and percabeth look better than quite literally every other character or ship. It's so irritating to me.

Anyways! That's all I have atm. Let me know if you agree or don't! Honestly I'm open to hearing opinions just please be nice lmao

[neptunescore]

Most of the drivers are more concerned about padding their own pockets. Lando is probably the worst on the grid though. He has a lot of influence and acts like he keeps it real and doesn’t care bc he tells it like it is and isn’t afraid. He’s a total faker. He never speaks up and only repeats what his PR team tell him to say. Nothing seems genuine or real about him. Not only that but Lando travels the world and has fans from all over and doesn’t even care to look at a map and be made aware of what part of the world he’s in. He charges obscene amounts for his shitty merchandise when he knows his fans aren’t making that kind of money. He also accepts money when he does stream on twitch. He has no shame. At the Miami GP he goes and says people should respect a guy who has a known reputation for being an incredibly racist and misogynistic. His fan girls don’t care though bc they all think they have a shot with him and think he’s cute.

Lando no backbone Norris, yeah put that on a shirt.

I used to be a fan of his but over the years I’ve been finding him more and more annoying.

Anon, in the most gentle way, while I do agree with some things here, I feel like there are so many other things ur getting angry at him for, for no reason.

Like yes, I am INCREDIBLEY angry/ irritated abt the stuff he said abt trump, and his unawareness/ ignorance of the boycott, as well as (and this for all the drivers, EXCEPT LEWIS HAMILTON THE GOAT), his inability to post/ talk abt the genocide happening in Palestine.

However, U saying there's nothing 'genuine' abt him, and talking abt how he doesn't know 'which part of the world he's in', is just way too much. Like we've never met him, we dont know him personally, so we can't really say anything when it comes to him being 'genuine' or not. Also, come one getting mad at him for not knowing where countries are is a bit to much, like ofc everyone is free to dislike a driver just bc, but don't hate on him for smthng so lame😭.

U also talk abt how 'he made his merch too expensive for fans', anon, merch - in general - has ALWAYS been expensive, like go look at the rbr, mercedes, ferrari, ANY OF THE TEAMS' merch. Go look at TAYLOR SWIFTS merch, at OSCAR'S merch, at DANIEL'S Enchante stuff. Obv, we'd all like if the stuff was less pricey, but u can't just get mad at one person and not get mad at the others for the same thing.

'He accepts money when he streams on twitch,' I feel like u don't get how his fans VOLUNTARILY give that money, like no lando does not demand them for it, or tell them he'll hate them if they don't give him anything, he's NEVER said he wants them to donate😭. And me personally, if someone was giving me money willingly and happily, I wouldn't refuse it ( its hard out here😔✋🏽) no matter if I was rich or not.

Anyway to end this, I just wanna say that I don't like lando either😭, it's not that he sucks, or that I think he's 'overrrated' I just don't personally vibe with him. (He gives me like 17 yr old f boy energy vibes). But that doesn't mean I'll create reasons to hate him, or like be one of those weirdos who go and talk shit in his comments. I just don't follow him, and when he DOES do smthng wrong, I call him out for it, like I would do for every other driver.

And whoever likes him, can like him. Its their choice, as long as they can admit when he does smthn wrong.

(THIS IS ALL ABT OFF-TRACK, on-track I say you must bcm the biggest haters against drivers u dont like bc if not then WHERES THE PASSIONN😤😤. stop the hate as soon as the race ends tho😭🙏🏽)

[garmanarnarr]

here from ao3 (asperfern) to ask abt vampire morty because i am intrigued tee hee

OKAY SO you said accidental and im wondering how this would happen, obv because of rick but im curious !!!!!!!!!!!!!! also i love love love love love trivia so if you have random obscure ideas/headcanons abt this then i would be overjoyed

Hello! Thanks for reading! Got a little wordy and a little nsfw so I put it all below the cut.

So re: how Morty became a vampire— I’m thinking it was something pretty typical for them where Rick told Morty to do something risky, or act as bait, and then bam Morty’s been bitten and… they gotta figure it out. Like maybe something goes haywire in the Tiny Rick episode where they’re fighting vamps at their high school and Morty ends up with some long lasting effects? Either way, I see it as something that Rick CAN, on a technical level, fix, because of course he can. It’s just a massive pain in the ass and could take months, or even years, to find a way to resolve (like it’s super stubborn and even cloning or Rick’s other go-to fixes don’t work well). So, like as is typical in the show, Morty has to figure out how to live this new, fucked up lifestyle until his grandpa decides he’s sick enough of Morty’s aversion to sunlight/not sleeping/UHH DRINKING HIS BLOOD that he finds a way to fix him.

On that, for random thoughts and trivia: in the fic I tried to hint that the blood drinking might not necessarily be just a one way thing where only Morty enjoys doing it. At the root of it, I think Rick actually likes Morty being so physically dependent on him, always asking for him, always needing him close…. In theory. But he’s irritated by it in practice because 1) the logistics of getting your blood sucked sucks, no pun intended, and 2) Morty’s uhhhh horny about it. And Rick doesn’t know what to do with that, especially since he doesn’t exactly throw a non-reaction to Morty getting excited when he feeds.

I just. Watching the toxic Rick episode makes me think that Rick enjoys pathetic, needy, desperate Morty when that need is fixated on Rick. And Morty being a vampire suddenly introduces a whole new angle on that. And I haven’t even gotten into the power Morty would have over Rick now, too!

Other random thoughts:

- Rick might invent something to basically like…. Pump his blood for Morty, to keep things from getting all touchy feely when they feed. Morty likes it way less than just drinking from Rick straight, though

- Morty can probably detect flavor changes in Rick’s blood depending on if he’s been drinking a lot recently, doing drugs, etc. oh my god and he can probably get secondhand drunk if Rick’s blood alcohol content is high enough??? THATS A THOUGHT

- Morty will get incredibly lethargic and fucked up if he doesn’t drink from Rick at least once daily. If he’s in an absolute pinch he could use a random’s blood (like a blood pack) or a an animal’s blood to keep from totally shutting down.

[unfortunate17]

I know this is a weird ask and I know I’m doing it on anon so you don’t know exactly who I am. But I just wanted to know what makes you block people? because you blocked me and I don’t think we talked very much 😪

WKRSLSNWOWKENDKS OHMYGOD ok first of all, im so sorry that you feel slighted but if we haven’t talked very much then it’s definitely NOT personal and probably just because your content was on my dash and for whatever (probably UNSERIOUS) reason I decided I didn’t want to see it anymore.

If you’re in the YR fandom, you probably: 1. Have an update account for Edmar/the ppl around them OR 2. Write think pieces defending/implicating YR cast members for random things that I literally dgaf about. Obv I don’t think there’s anything wrong with either of these things you can engage with fandom content however you want, I just don’t want to see it and I find it deeply irritating 😭

but also, pls just tell me ur username babe ill unblock you - im actually kind of mortified that you noticed 😭 but i swear its not personal!!!!

[jovoy]

the routine !!! plssss !!!!

yes of course!!!! disclaimer that all of this may not work for you obv but i think these are all really good products at least 💃🏻 also i have normal veeeeery slightly on the sensitive side skin that is prone to drying out slightly especially from stripping cleansers and also very acne prone esp hormonal acne around my mouth/chin area. i went on accutane in high school which permanently dried my skin out (used to be sooooooo extremely oily) but my acne has come back in recent years

this is the am routine i use

biologique recherche p50 and p50w alternating days- these do the majority of heavy lifting in the morning they are the best chemical exfoliants i have tried ever! veeeeery expensive unfortunately like idk how im gonna buy more when these run out :( but great ingredients and very effective. p50 original is very harsh so i use p50w which is for sensitive skin every other day

mad hippie vitamin c serum-this has gotten rid of all of my freckles LOL which kind of makes me sad but shows that this is effective doesnt it! i feel like it has brightened my skin up significantly…time will tell if it can fade the crazy hyperpigmentation i have going on i will update but hopefully! its very gentle and non irritating as well

stratia liquid gold- one thing i have learned and recently come to terms with in my skincare journey is that you do NOT need to be slapping on 500 different heavy thick hydrating lotions essences and creams every day to be hydrated. in fact your skin might not agree with that! and as much as i like a super thick moisturizer my skin does not unfortunately. and this is so lovely and nourishing while still being light!! its a cult favorite for a reason it is truly excellent and especially good for daytime underneath spf

spf- i just use basically any sunscreen i have laying around LMAO biore is my fav along with the dr g green mild up sun but i use them sparingly for days i know im gonna be in heavy sun exposure. i also like any la roche posay ones basically and elta md (too expensive though) and missha 🙂 i DONT like silicone based sunscreens that slide all over ur face like the supergoop unseen sunscreen

pm routine

clean it zero-BEEEEEEEST cleansing balm also only cleansing balm ive tried but why mess with perfection…great texture gets everything off so easily…and affordable yas

lrp toleriane hydrating cleanser- better than the cerave hydrating cleanser! doesnt do a lot but cleanses your face so gently without feeling greasy or weird like some hydrating cleansers tbh. not stripping/drying at all either which a loooot of cleansers do to me cuz for some reason my skin is especially sensitive to them

adapalene- luv me some retinoids i use this every night cuz my skin is so used to it! you can get this over the counter as differin or lrp effaclar i think. i want to make the switch to tretinoin soon though i think🤔 works so well for acne combined with the rest of a good routine! i put this on a dry face and then wait like 2-3 minutes before continuing w the rest of my skincare

stratia rewind- idk i just like having a niacinamide serum in my routine and this is a good one with excellent ingredients and vitamins and stuff. is it doing a lot of heavy lifting…idk not really! but its good and affordable

and stratia liquid gold again! again i find my skin likes a light layer of hydration best instead of slapping a pound of nivea cream or smth on there

and then i go to sleep and i wake up and my skin is gettjng better every day and if i do get a zit it goes away like within a day or so 🙂 sorry this is so long i hope this helps mwaaaaaaaaaah

[badedramay]

jannat se aagay i'm on the fence about. i feel like umera ahmed dramas are always hit or miss with me these days and the more i rewatch some of them the more it feels like there's a recurring theme of women being made to feel they're ungrateful to god for reacting to hardships created by societal misogyny. which obv is not surprising and is in fact something highly relevant to the experiences of women in our society, but ig i'm kind of tired of it too and want to see a situation where a woman doesn't have to sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of being patient with others. that might be why i enjoyed alif more in comparison, bc it was less about women humbling themselves for the sake of a man and more about people in general humbling themselves before god. and potentially it seems jannat se aagay may go in that direction as well so i'm not losing too much hope. but then there's also the fact that umera's last drama was hum kahaan kay sachay thay and while that had a good message at the core i feel like the execution was pretty juvenile and hard to take seriously. so idk. my feelings are all over the place lololol

as for mein. truly love ayeza's styling as well! i'm kind of hesitant to invest in any more wahaj ali dramas both on account of oversaturation and also how he's sort of soured for me in the past year but zanjabeel asim did write pyaar ke sadqay and that was amazing so.. who knows! it's ary and taking up the mujhe pyaar hua tha timeslot does not spell great vibes to me but idk maybe i'm being too cynical. i feel like yunhi has risen the standard so high for me recently that i'm starting to be a lot pickier than i used to be! i never thought i'd see a drama possessive of that level of subtlety and romantic old school vibe again that you get from old ptv productions and i miss it dearly! i know yunhi has been a bit underrated compared to some of the bigger hits these days but i really want other script writers to take note that this is how they can do things rather than relying on all of the cheap drama and fanfare they normally promote. ig technically speaking neem has been following that train of thought as well, although i know people are irritated by mawra's preaching in it (i personally am not. i'm willing to let a little overidealized preaching slide if it means we get to see something refreshing and different on screen). but i hope we get more subtle dramas! or maybe i just need to look for them harder

UA is..very staunch in her views about the subject of religion and patriarchy. which, when mixed with her brilliance as a writer, turn out to be quite a sinister view because she manages to subtly and not-so-subtly sneak them in her stories and paint only them as the "right" views. she doesn't try to shake any foundations. what she says about both religion and the position of women is not favoring either the minorities or the women of current times who are trying their best to break free from the shackles of patriarchy. UA might appear to be on their side but she is not. she serves only her own purposes be it being pro-establishment through a show like Sinf e Ahan or pro-a particular sect/interpretation of the religion by the points she makes in her other dramas. which is why I like it when her stories steer clear from these particular agendas and instead focus on the more human emotions. her older shows like Daam, Malaal, Kankar, Doraha..they had far more empowered heroines and nuanced human emotions than her more popular works like Zindagi Gulzar Hai or Shehr-e-Zaat. I am seriously hoping that Jannat Say Aagay will take her back to those roots instead of this being yet another propaganda project for her which she has gotten too comfortable with nowadays. Ramsha's teaser for the show has risen my expectations although of course, I am still gonna remain cautious. filhaal toh mere giggles iss baat pe nahin ruk rahe ke I can so easily interpret the vibes of the teaser to being non-heterosexual so obviously and the fact that it's a UA show making me feel that way is just personally hella amusing to me xD the IRONYYY!

bruh when i say Wahaj didn't even register to me in his teaser for Mein while Ayeza's teaser got tattooed on my brain in the first watch only !!! there's no denying wahaj's brilliance but damn the over saturation of his work IS so clearly evident now. Zain feels like another version of Murtasim. yes yes Wahaj carries the rich guy look well, he has groomed his aura for the screen well, but like...ABHi tou issi mein dekha tha isse. and phir wohi? whereas Mubashira's aggression is completely at contrast with Ayeza's last character (Tara) so the excitement to watch what SHE has in store is so much for me. Zanjabeel Asim is a solid writer so that's sorted. Badar Mehmood is eh but kya hi kar sakte hain. i am not hyped pro max for the DRAMA itself per se but I am very intrigued by Ayeza's character and will mostly be watching for her (if I do end up following it regularly).

Yunhi..I guess I'll binge once its finished. I feel no urgency to watch that show. it's a comfort watch and I'll watch it comfortably. filhal toh Bilal ki shakal nahin bardasht horahi hai mujhse.

[seeminglyseph]

I do understand why reading a guide to how to pee is kind of hilarious in most contexts, but it does make me feel a little sad how many drawfee compilations include the clip without realizing how common prostate issues are.

We gotta get more normal talking about bathroom habits, ‘cause like. I am not currently going looking at the numbers but like a majority of cis men will experience prostate issues that cause complications with urination. While most cis women will kind of whisper to each other about incontinence issues, I’m surprised to see that ‘men having adult urinary complications’ isn’t as common knowledge. I know there’s a pride thing to hiding struggles, but. A) that’s an early sign of cancer, B) it is nearly universal. Not the cancer but to like. have either incontinence or to struggle relieving your bladder. due to the length of the urethra, cis men are less likely to get UTIs, but the position of the prostate can cause internal interference. The prostate is a gland that takes up a lot of space in the pelvic region, can be felt externally from the anus and the perineum sorta? I’m not a doctor obvs. but like. if it gets irritated and inflamed it can gum up your systems. Think about the glands under your jaw that get all swollen when you get a cold, right? now imagine that happening right up against your pee tube, it’s just an annoying thing. And it can cause a bunch of like stress and pressure and pain...

so idk if I have a point, but like. Urinary issues ain’t nothing to be ashamed of ‘cause a lot of it is like. ‘I’m a little sick and my gland is swollen so I can’t piss’ or ‘my pelvic muscles are a little weak so I pee a little when I sneeze’

And I don’t think Drawfee are bad for not knowing that the article was probably about prostate issues. I just think more people should be aware that prostate issues are a thing and also normal and to be able to keep an eye on them in case they are serious. like. let’s be more aware what our bodies are doing because that’s like. healthier.

[chaiinscribes]

Hi!

This is Chai's P5R/shuakeshu sideblog. My main is @xachyn. I'm also on AO3 and twitter.

I'll post writings/WIPs/links to my AO3 works here. Shorts (<1K) will be posted here exclusively, while anything longer will be on AO3. Summative tags will be added, but check the link for the full list. Spoilers for P5 Vanilla & P5R should be assumed.

NSFW is usually tagged, but minors and antis DNI. Just block me, I'm not bothered :)

Fic Masterlist (under cut)

Future Tense Rated G / 2k words Post Canon, Established relationship, Moving in together, Akechi & Morgana bonding hours.

“You know, contrary to what others may think,” Morgana chirped, “I’m not at all opposed to your relationship.”

“I didn’t realise I had to seek your approval,” Goro said dryly, and tossed the more expensive option into his basket. He didn’t need to ask who hated his presence around Ren either, but he’s at a point where he wasn’t particularly interested in the validation of others.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Morgana said, tail flicking against Goro’s ear impatiently, “It just means that I actually want this to go well.”

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Paper Tiger Rated T / 3.5k words Post Canon, Pre-relationship, Discussions on existentialism and love

"Love is not some wondrous spider silk. The only thing that proves we are alive is the pain we feel, the blood we bleed when we are cut.” Goro exhaled, the weight of old irritation laden in each word. Silence reigned in the car, interrupted only by the navigation’s cool reminder to keep right for the next fork.

“Have you changed your mind on that?” Ren’s voice was so soft Goro almost missed it at first.

The problem was this: even with the weeks he had spent parsing through everything that had happened in the last few months, in the aftermath of Maruki’s reality, Goro was still unsure of what to make of things. Like waking up from a heady, dizzy dream whose vestiges still lingered on the edge of his mind like fog.

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Redamancy Rated T / 8k words Post Canon, Pre-relationship, Road trip, Ensemble Cast: PT, Existential Ennui, Homesickness, One Bed

[Joker Lover Week 2023: One Bed]

It struck him then, how much more aware he had become of the unfathomable depth of his own loneliness. Ren had thought he understood it before, in the quiet silence of sleepy Inaba growing up, in the days after his assault sentencing when people stopped acknowledging him on the streets. But this? This was more akin to the early days of Maruki’s reality, the realisation that he will soon be not just left alone, but left behind.

He didn’t really want to be on this boat anymore.

-- In which Ren angsts about having to return to Inaba, his friends shower him with love, and Goro is Goro.

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memento mori Rated T / 6k Slight canon-divergence, Shido Palace Arc, Angst with Optimistic Ending, Outsider POV (Sojiro Sakura), Akechi & Sojiro bonding hours, Akechi & Sae bonding hours

Sojiro resisted the instinctive urge to start brewing a cup of coffee for him, shaking his head to clear it of the myriad thoughts seeking to creep in, “so what is this, then? You’re looking for penance?”

“I am not interested in such mundane notions.” Akechi scoffed, folding his hands before him on the counter neatly. “Consider this testimony to be my insurance. My last will and testament, so to speak.”

-- In considering the prospect that he might die before his revenge was complete, Akechi decides to implement a back-up plan.

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Caramel Rated T / 17k Mostly canon compliant, Slow-burn, Food as a metaphor for love, Getting Together, Emotional Hurt and Comfort

Behind the counter, Amamiya Ren looked up to greet him as he entered, his gaze softening the moment their eyes met. The smell of fresh coffee and curry permeated the air, a warm blanket that repulsed and comforted him both at once.

“Hey,” Amamiya said, his voice just barely perceptible above the white noise of the television, “welcome back.”

Goro smiled in greeting, hopeful that the involuntary relief he felt wasn’t immediately obvious. He hated this - hated the easy comfort of the space, hated the way it was so easy for him to forget the simmering anger inside him, hated the way the mental weight of his life’s work slipped off his shoulders, forgotten at the cafe’s doorstep the moment he stepped through the threshold.

-- In which Ren is insistent on feeding Goro, and Goro (eventually) learns to receive love.

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ad idem Rated E / 3k Somnophilia, PWP

“Are you fucking sleeping?” Goro whispered incredulously, feeling the soft rumble of a snore reverberating into him, “are you fucking molesting me in your sleep?”

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Oh, Summer Child Rated T / 4.5k Post canon, humour, getting together, akechi's birthday fic

“Akechi,” Kitagawa started, heralding the beginning of the end, “I would like to paint you.”

-- In which Goro receives the love that he doesn’t expect, and one that he does.

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The Graveyard Draws the Living Still Rated T / 7k Canon compliant, angst, unreliable narrator, character-study, pre-relationship, eventual happy ending

Every morning, Akechi Goro is killed.

No, that's imprecise. He doesn't like the passive tone, doesn't appreciate the implication of murder as something merely occurring to him, so he tries again.

Every morning, he kills Akechi Goro.

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[oblitus-vulpes]

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Okay So. first and foremost I think this is worse than my standard reaction would be bc I've been thinking about how I'm managing my psychosis and What The Hell Is Wrong With Me And Medicine (as a branch) recently. like as in very recently i was turning it over in my brain right before I opened p5r. tbh i wish i had a more cohesive record of my thoughts but

idk i'm just kinda In A Place rn. like

wow boys will really just realise they relate to the guy they detest in some way and not have an immediate logical explanation for why i don't like this guy that's not directly founded in Bad Vibes:tm: straight from the trauma response you've been fighting the whole game to get to this point. lmao. and then boys will kinda zone out on the dialogue and think about it.

and now i'm just kinda like... do i keep playing and maybe that'll help me figure this out? like. from my current point in the game, what he's doing is Bad obv. i know it is and it's the thing that's irked me every time i see his dialogue.

i think it's the reliance on him. like Yeah it's not inherently bad to want people to be happy and to do what you can to help. But this oversteps and goes into territory of Helping Someone For Them. because you want them to be helped and not because they want you to help them. does this make sense. i see it as a matter of autonomy, because it's about choosing how you want to live your life (either this is the main theme of the entire fucking game or i'm terribly misinterpreting it). but i'm also autonomybrained 24/7 (biased to interpret it this way) and it's like. my highest priority in anything ever and literally all of my ideals link back to preservation of autonomy in some way. gin lore fact idfk.

and like the entire time i was running around his palace i was just. irritated? "don't you want to live a life without pain?" no !!!!! if i don't have the option to choose how to overcome pain/challenges/adversity/what have you then what's even the fucking point??? taking away options on how to live my life sucks fucking ass even if they hurt. get up coward and all that. (<taking this which more closely aligns to sem1/2 and turning it upside down on the basis of living life without getting to choose how you live it Sucks Ass and at some point just sitting there and letting life drag you along isn't. ideal. and sometimes you should make the choice to stand up for yourself and stop letting the tide carry you, whether it be a lazy river or fucking riptides.)

and then there's sumire. wow. gonna be real she's irritated me from the very start and i'm Not Sure Why. and like yeah since i put 2 and 2 together that sumire was living as kasumi because survivor's guilt. which was a while ago. the only thing to catch me off guard was sumire fully believing herself as kasumi. which brings me into. conflict if i should be doing what i'm doing. or if i'm doing it for the right reasons.

and like wow!!! girl who is delusional!!! me too girl!!! it's easier and less painful to simply live in a state that isn't reality and accept it as that!!! and i'm kinda left in a position of am i refusing professional medical treatment from a place of standing for myself or because i'm running away.

and it's terrible because it's both and i won't stop feeling Bad about this until i finally own up to it. is this a limitation or a limitation i put on myself. how will i know which is which. etc.

i as an outside party wouldn't push someone else to do something beyond what they want because they're the only one that can make them truly do something. me as myself. wow it really just comes down to do you want to be capable. of course i have limitations and it's my job to recognize them and stand up for them but it's also my job to push them to be as good as i can be. am i even making sense anymore.

anyways my point is that i can't justify taking down maruki as saving kasumi. maruki on his own? yeah i can 100%. but i can't justify it as saving kasumi. like every time i try i get an error page. proposition conflicts with Chapter 3 Section G Paragraph 7: Ultimately an individual knows best in regards to their own health and lifestyle and one must respect their decision regarding themself, with the exception of involvement of nonconsenting participants. like i know this is Bad and Wrong but if this is what she wants, i don't feel i have the right to intervene? and i think this is going to end in me having to rewrite chapter 3 section g paragraph 7 because This Feels Wrong. but i don't have the means to justify that yet and it's killing me. lmao

[llycaons]

"the number one way to strip someone of agency is to put them on a pedestal" IS IT? 🤔

[imagineredwood]

A would include/HC of either finding out Angel or Coco's OL was bring stalked?

I’ve been on a toxic/yandere/possessive kick so you get both  💖

Warnings: Stalking obv, threats of bodily harm 

"What do you mean he follows you sometimes?"

His brows are knitted together tightly, eyes dark as he stares at you, hoping he simply misunderstood your words

It's your shrug that really irritates him though as you look at his blankly

"Ya know, like he kinda follows me. If I'm at the store, he'll kinda always be in whatever aisle I am. Or he'll walk behind me when I go for a walk around the park. He's just kinda...there."

Angel shakes his head in disbelief, shocked that this is the first time you're telling him this

"And you never thought to tell me?"

You shrug again and his jaw is clenching now

"I don't know Angel, he seems harmless. He always sticks to himself mostly. We'll make small talk sometimes or whatever but I really don't think he's a threat. Maybe he just needs a friend."

The Mayan is fuming now, trying desperately to make sure he doesn't direct the anger at you

"Well, that shit is going to stop. Like, right fucking now. I don't care if he needs a friend, he can go make a TikTok. He needs to stay the fuck away from you. You don't think it's weird that he ends up in the same place as you over and over?"

"It's a small town, Angel."

He scoffs and narrows his eyes

"He's a stalker and a fuckin' creep, and I'm gonna make sure he leaves you alone."

Despite whatever protests you may put up, Angel accompanies you to the grocery store to pick up your few items, looking all around to make sure you aren't being followed

He walks around the store with you, wishing that the guy will show his face

And low and behold, he does

He keeps his distance like you said, never too close, but always around the corner, picking up random items to try and disguise the fact that he's following you

His constant glances over at you cement it and with his attention on you, he doesn't notice Angel coming up behind him

Roughly slinging his arm around his shoulders, bordering a choke hold

Your stalker drops the can of peas he was pretending to look at in surprise, Angel kindly winking and waving at an old lady who looks over at the noise

"Bad motor skills, that's all."

The lady smiles and nods, continuing out of the aisle until its just you, Angel, and the guy who looks like he could piss himself any second

Angel leans down close to his ear so that only the stalker can hear him

"Let me catch you within a mile of my girl again, and you'll never be able to use those grimy fuckin' hands again."

Coco blows out smoke harshly, eyes on the red sedan parked a few houses down across the street

He knows everyone’s car, and he knows that one doesn't belong to any of the neighbors

It was there when he left around 2 hours ago and yet it’s still there

Lights off with some dude sitting inside

Coco's always been observant and this vehicle being out of place was not something that had escaped him

He kept his eyes on the car the entire way into the house, making sure he was ready if he started to see if coming toward him

He tosses the rest of his cigarette and makes it in safely, locking all of the locks behind him

He rests his eyes on you and returns your smile

But his is tight and you can see that

"What's wrong?"

He shakes his head and allows you to wrap your arms around him, his eyes intense

"There's a car a few houses down, been there since I left. Still there now, lights off. Never seen the guy around here before. I don't know if it's a cop or what, but I don't like it."

He watches as the smile fades from your face, your hands tightening on his kutte as you stand before him

"Red? With a cracked windshield in the top left corner?"

Coco's eyes are narrowed as he nods, realizing that you got a good look at it too

"I thought I told you to stay inside until I got back?"

You nod and relax your hands from gripping the leather

"I did...I did."

Coco doesn't like the uneasiness in your voice and for the first time it dawns on him that the car might not have anything to do with him...but you instead

"Who the fuck is that?"

You stumble over your words, your eyes down cast as you start rambling off some random story about highschool, Coco interrupting you with gentle hands on your shoulders

"Who is that, mama?"

You catch your breath and then answer simply

"Some guy that I guess used to like me in highschool. He was always weird and creepy, used to follow me around town, but he moved away. I guess he's...back now."

It doesn't take anything more for Coco to be back out the door, ignoring you as he pulls out his piece, already aiming it at the car

Suddenly the engine starts up, the lights coming on as the car quickly tries to pull forward and make a U-turn to leave the street

He's quick, but not quicker than Coco as he picks up a decent sized rock and hurls it at the back window, shattering the glass as the car hurriedly speeds off

He nods and keeps his gun out just in case as he walks back to the house, throwing you a crooked smile as he stops in front of you

"Now his cheap ass needs to get both windows replaced."

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[leiawritesstories]

For Chef Rowan series, I would love to see if/when Aedion finds out Rowan indeed was the one who taught Aelin's cooking classes. Does it just casually come up or..?

I'm going to combine this with the following anon request:

Ok but chef rowan I can just imagine Aedion getting mad at Rowan next time he sees him because he took his baby cousin home after the first date and they have a bro-fight of sorts, both being incredibly overprotective. Obvs they end up making up after because they're bros and good friends too

because the two go together so well hehehehe

word count: 1,435

warnings: language, mentions of sex, territorial males and their pissing contests

enjoy!!

Territorial Brutes

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Aedion had hardly slept, thoughts of his baby cousin and his best friend together intruding into any bit of mental stillness he managed to achieve. Beside him, Lysandra’s breathing was deep and even, her soft hair spilling across his chest as she slept. He tried--godsdammit, he tried so hard to shut off his brain and go the fuck to sleep, but he just couldn’t get more than snatches of dozing before an uninvited voice crept into his mind and clanged the “Rowan took Aelin home!” alarm bell. 

Of course, there was no hiding his lack of sleep from his girlfriend. 

“Babe,” Lys murmured when she awoke. “You’ve been hyper-fixating again.” 

“Can’t help it,” he mumbled. 

She huffed. “Babe, Aelin might be your little cousin, but she is a grown ass woman and she is more than capable of making her own choices. And so is Rowan.” 

“I just don’t know how I’ll face either of them,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Fuck, I don’t know how I’ll hold back from punching Rowan the next time we hit the gym. If there’s a next time,” he added, rolling his eyes sardonically. 

“Don’t be overdramatic, Aeds.” 

“I’m not being overdramatic!” 

She raised a brow. “Mhmm.” 

“Shut up,” he mumbled, flushing a little. “Fine. Maybe I am. But I can’t be held responsible if and when I accidentally forget to spot Whitethorn at the gym.” 

Lys snickered. “You two go fight your bro fights and leave me and Aelin to discuss in great detail how her night was.” 

“Fuck,” Aedion groaned, screwing his eyes shut. “No!” 

Lysandra’s cackle followed him out the door. 

~

Aedion was crackling with nerves and irritation and a hundred other emotions when he arrived at the gym, noting that Rowan’s car was already in the parking lot. Hmm. Guess the bastard decided to climb off Aelin and get his ass to the gym, then. He strolled into the gym, swung by the locker room to drop off his things and take off his sweatshirt, and headed into the weight area, finding Rowan waiting by the free weights, scrolling through the day’s sets on his phone. 

“Hey, Aedi--” 

Aedion cut off his friend’s greeting with a shove. Not very hard, just enough to knock Whitethorn off balance so he wobbled. 

“What the fuck was that for?” Rowan snapped. 

“Aelin,” Aedion growled. “You had no right--” 

“Stop right the hell there.” Rowan glared at him. “One, Aelin is a mature, responsible adult and she has the right to make her own decisions. Two, why the fuck do you think you get to control what she does?” 

“She’s my cousin, ass, and if you think for even a minute that you can just waltz in and take her home and then break her heart, you’ve got a few more things coming.” 

“Ashryver, I’m not going to fucking break her heart.” 

“How the fuck do I know that?” 

Rowan shoved a dumbbell at him. “Use those three brain cells of yours. If they even work, that is.” 

“Dumbass,” Aedion snorted. 

Rowan rolled his eyes. “You’ve known me for what, ten years now? Don’t go all jackass on me just because I took Aelin out and then took her home.” He smirked at Aedion in the mirror. “Oh, and remind me just who, exactly, set up the date?” 

Aedion was silent. 

“That’s right, blondie, it was you.” Rowan’s grin grew. 

“Shut up, tattoo boy,” Aedion grunted, focusing his attention on his set. 

Rowan snickered a little. “If it makes you feel any better, Ashryver, I swear on all things holy that I’m never gonna hurt her.” He was barely breaking a sweat as he went through a set of curls. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Aedion returned. “Dammit, Whitethorn, I was with her when that dick broke up with her because he wanted to stuff his cock in some other chick, I saw how much it hurt her.” 

“Bet you wanted to pummel that jerk,” Rowan snorted. 

Aedion grinned viciously. “Who says I didn’t?” 

“Just reminding you that you can’t pummel me, blondie, so don’t even think about trying the first time you get all protective.” 

“Oh, tattoo boy, I could definitely pummel you.” 

“Remind me again which one of us can fillet a fish in under sixty seconds?” Rowan smirked, all dominance. 

“Dammit,” Aedion grunted, rolling his eyes. “Oh, that reminds me, d’you know who teaches cooking classes in town?” 

Rowan raised his brows. “Awful big change of subject, blondie. Why d’you ask?” 

“Dick,” Aedion huffed. “Aelin told me her class cost three hundred fucking dollars, and since I lost the bet, I’ve got to pay her back the cost. I’m just wondering who the fuck charges that much for four weeks of classes?” 

Rowan shrugged. “Three hundred is a decent price for a month of classes, actually. I know a few places that teach cooking classes and charge three or four hundred for a three-week program.” 

“The fuck?” Aedion gaped. “Gods, that’s fucking price gouging!” 

“Maybe, but if it’s a quality class, it’s worth the money.” Rowan racked his weights. “I teach a class at my restaurant and we charge three hundred or three-fifty for the program. It’s a monthlong one and it’s for adults, so I’ve never had an issue with the price.” 

“You teach a class?” Aedion put down his weights. “I didn’t know that.” 

“Yeah, basically got forced to teach because I’m exec chef.” Rowan raised a brow. “Why, you interested?” 

Aedion snickered. “Unlike my darling cousin, I can cook basic food without setting fire to the kitchen.” 

Rowan chuckled. “I dunno about ‘unlike’ Aelin, blondie. She’s come pretty far since college, yeah?” 

“If by ‘far’ you mean whatever class she took miraculously made her able to cook a damn good dinner, then yeah.” Aedion’s eyes narrowed. “And quit calling me blondie, tattoo boy.” 

“Never,” Rowan smirked. “But I am proud of Aelin and her cooking, indeed.” 

“You say that like you know how she learned,” Aedion mused, mind churning.  

“Maybe I do.” Rowan slung his towel around his neck and headed for the locker room. “I am dating her, y’know.” 

“And you’ve just got to remind me,” Aedion groaned. Then his gaze sharpened. “Wait a damn second. Do you know where she took cooking class?” 

“Course I do.” 

“That--Whitethorn, who the hell taught Aelin to cook?” 

Rowan held open the door to the locker room. “I did.” 

Aedion stopped short, eyes bugging out in shock. “The fuck?” 

“Your ears not working?” Rowan teased. “I taught that class, Ashryver. She’s really quite competent, once you give clear instructions and don’t just let her try to figure it out with no prior knowledge.” 

“Huh.” The explanation seemed to satisfy Aedion. “So she--wait a goddamn second, does this mean it wasn’t actually a blind date?!” 

“Well--” Rowan rubbed his chin. “Yes and no?” 

“Explain,” Aedion huffed, rolling his eyes. “You and your one-syllable answers, tattoo boy.” 

“Says the one who speaks in punches, blondie.” Rowan smirked. “Yes, it was a blind date until she showed up, because I had absolutely no idea Aelin is your cousin and you conveniently never said her name. But no, it wasn’t a true blind date, because we already knew each other from the class. Granted, we got to know each other very well after that date--” 

“No!” Aedion yelped, clamping his hands over his ears. “Fuck it, Whitethorn, I do not need to hear that!”  

“Someone’s sensitive,” Rowan snickered. “Fine. No, it wasn’t really a blind date after we realized we already knew each other, but yes, it was a blind date until Aelin showed up. See?” 

“Fair enough,” Aedion muttered. “All right, Whitethorn, you’re allowed to date Aelin.” 

“How very generous of you,” Rowan drawled, all sarcasm. “And here I thought we’d discussed Aelin being more than capable of making her own decisions.” 

“Ass,” Aedion grumbled, elbowing Rowan in the ribs. “But if anything happens to her, I’m gonna beat your face in.” 

“If I do anything to hurt her, you have the right and the permission to beat my face in.” Rowan offered his hand. “Deal?” 

Aedion shook. “Deal.” And he went home satisfied with the agreement and starting to adjust to the idea of his buddy dating his cousin. 

At least, he’d started to adjust until he came home to find Aelin and Lysandra sitting on the couch, snickering and giggling over their iced coffees, and caught the words “dick” and “massive” in close succession. 

He’d had to go back out to his car to scream out his discomfort at that. 

~~~

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[delirious-donna]

Hi! Could I request a modern AU story with one of the black clover males(maybe Yuno or Finral but I don't mind if you use someone else and obvs aged up if needed) x female reader. Premise being they are in a relationship but reader is bored whilst their boyfriend is gaming or studying. They don't seem to be taking the hint so reader has to take more drastic measures to get their attention... happy for it to be as smutty as you'd like! Thanks in advance if you take the request, I love your stuff so far!

Hi Anon!

I am soooo pleased to do my first Black Clover request and being able to use Finral made it all the sweeter. I love that boy so damn much. I welcome all requests for story fics, drabbles and headcanons for this fandom, hit me up!

Play With Me [Finral Roulacase]

pairing: Finral Roulacase x f!reader

warnings: NSFW, established relationship, teasing, hint of edging, oral sex m!receiving, cum swallowing, female masturbation, unprotected sex, Finral is just so fucking tasty, mentions of gaming, potential spoilers for Elden Ring but not really

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The warm glow of your fairy lights hypnotised your senses. Gaze slowly moving from strand to strand that hung like water droplets around the edges of your room. Some pulsed under your watch, the light growing until it was brilliant white before fading back into warmth whilst others remained passive.

You hummed quietly, the faint scrunch of your brow as your brain buzzed with absolutely nothing. The space barren to all thought, look hard enough and you might see a tumbleweed roll by, yet the incessant drone of something irritating prevented you from feeling at ease.

Boredom – pure and simple.

You rolled to your side and caught sight of your boyfriend slouched in your desk chair as he concentrated on the tv screen. His shoulders seemed tense, close to his ears and a noticeable death grip on the controller in his hands. You smiled indulgently, he was so damn adorable and he didn’t even realise it most of the time.

Finral was oblivious to his own charms and you were lucky enough to snag him for yourself before anyone else made their move on the handsome male. Normally he was incredibly attentive to you, every other occasion you had invited him to your room had resulted in a mixture of sweet embraces or a sweaty tangle of limbs. You didn’t mind either option, as long as you were with him then you were more than content.

You should have sensed that tonight would be different the minute he had asked if he could play the latest game that he was obsessed with. Taking the box from his hand you had given it a cursory glance before scoffing and handing it back with a roll of your eyes.

“Break the controller and you’re a dead man,” you teased, only half-serious. You were well aware that the game in question was known for being more than a little difficult and having never witnessed Finral’s gaming prowess, you were unsure of how capable he would be. Not that you doubted him, you held every confidence that he could succeed in whatever he put his mind to, if only he held that same conviction.

He had pressed a kiss to your lips, smiling all the time as he walked you backwards into your room and shut the door with the kick of his foot. The game had lain forgotten on your desk as you tumbled downwards to make out on your squishy bed.

Gentle lips that escalated to bruising intensity in a heartbeat. Time had stood still, preserving this moment in all its perfection. You had lost yourself in the feel of him, your every sense intoxicated by his nearness – Finral was your addiction and you planned on never breaking the habit.

The sweet taste of his tongue entwined with your own as you warred for dominance, a half-hearted battle as neither cared who came out the victor. Teeth clashed and hands fisted hair and clothing, both of you pulled under by the thick fog of desire. The cotton of your top had prickled against your skin and you longed for him to rip it from you but it wasn’t to be.

Much to your disappointment, all clothing had remained securely in place despite your best attempts to sneak your hands under the layers of his hoodie and t-shirt.

Cradled between your parted legs, you knew he had been aroused, it was evident from the brush of an erection against your clothed core and the flushed pallor of his cheeks. Lavender eyes seared the skin of your throat as he had licked a path towards your jaw and a quiet groan sounded from the depths of his chest.

Finral had halted your wandering hands a fraction of an inch away from his bare skin and you had pouted at him, earning yourself a nip from his teeth.

“Didn’t you want to get some work done babe? That’s why I brought the game with me,” he whispered against your pulse point and you shivered as his minty breath sent chills to race up your spine.

He had been right and that fact annoyed you more than being denied access to his toned torso. You had dislodged him with a shove, causing him to chuckle at your petulant behaviour. Unfazed by your mild temper tantrum, Finral ran a hand through his hair that you had successfully mussed with your wandering fingers and crooked a finger of his own.

Your bottom lip jutted out and your arms crossed sullenly across your chest but you went to him, bound tightly to the man you admired more than you had admitted to at this point in your relationship. Invisible threads weaving your destiny with his own and you would have it no other way.

With a kiss on the tip of your nose, he stood from the bed and plopped your laptop next to you, “you got this.”

~

That was two hours ago and now you were filled with boredom. Your work finished and submitted for appraisal. You let out an exaggerated sigh and waited for a reaction – none came. The glow of the tv shadowed Finral’s face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the very faint whiskers from the lateness of the hour. You wondered how they would feel pressed against your inner thigh and the thought made you dizzy.

His fingers flew over the buttons, the soft noise of the commands relating to his character on screen yet you were more interested in how the tendons and muscles of his wrists and forearms strained with the actions. His hoodie lay discarded in the corner, thrown off his body in a fit of annoyance over an hour ago. You had watched the irritation burn the tips of his ears, huffs pressing through his nostrils and his jaw tight. It was unfamiliar this side of him and you hadn’t expected him to get this worked up over a game but here you were.

Finral’s phone lit up from where it lay abandoned on the floor, you scooted to the edge of the mattress and peered at the illuminated screen seeing a familiar name highlighted. You grinned, looking up to your boyfriend with another opportunity to gain his attention.

“Babe, Asta messaged you.”

Nothing but a grunt passed through his lips, his eyes glued to the screen.

“You gonna read it?” you pushed, trying not to get irritated.

“In a bit.”

He wasn’t taking the bait, how unlike him. You were used to basking in his warm affection and in this first instance of being denied, it stung. You knew you were being silly, he was hardly an inattentive boyfriend – far from it, but when you get used to being the sun in which he orbits around, it was hard to adjust to anything else.

Leaning against the cool wall in the hopes of calming your racing heartbeat, you moved your attention to the game. If he was this engrossed it had to be worth watching, right?

It was certainly beautiful in a morbid kind of way.

Finral’s cloaked character raced along mammoth gnarled tree branches, dodging enemies to circle back and strike from behind. His reactions were swift, narrowly missing attacks with effective rolls and well-timed parries. Your stomach fluttered as you continued to observe his skill, it was interesting, to say the least.

Your attention was waning, there was no doubt that under different circumstances you might enjoy playing or watching this game unfold, but right now you had other things firmly on your mind. Padding the few steps it took to stand behind the brown haired male, your hands eased over his tense shoulder and felt him jolt from the unexpected touch. You worked your fingers into the tight muscles, kneading away the knots you felt under the surface and delighted from the moan that bubbled from his throat.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked, his head tilting to the side but his eyes fixed forward.

You hummed in appreciation, detailing the slender muscles of his shoulders and moving down his arms until your nails could lightly rake at his bare skin. Finral looked slim and lithe but you were more than aware of the tight coil of muscles that lurked beneath his forest green t-shirt, always in awe of how he was able to toss you around if he so wished.

“Helping.”

He snorted, the moment of humour dying in an instant as he lost focus and his character fell to his knees. A low growl caught your ears but rather than worry you, it only served to turn you on even more. The cotton barrier between you and the air was damp with arousal. Your feet twisted on the plush rug, thighs pressed together as the hem of the long t-shirt brushed your flesh.

You rounded the chair and fell to your knees, sliding between his spread legs. A delicate hand wound around one leg as you rested your head on his thigh and felt the muscles tense beneath the touch.

“Why is she missing an arm?” you asked, not really caring to hear the answer.

“Ooh her hair is so pretty, kinda reminds me of Mereo, don’t you think?” you continued without pausing for Finral to answer either of your questions.

You had decided that if he were this keen on continuing to play then you weren’t going to stand in his way, but you weren’t going to make it easy for him either. Shifting around so you were kneeling up into his lap, his lavender eyes snapped with purple fire. You smiled so sweetly as his Adam’s apple bobbed and his tongue wet his parched lips.

“Babe,” he whined, pausing the game and gently cupping your face. You kissed his palm and shook your head.

“Oh no, you keep playing.”

He stared at you, doubt lingering in his eyes whilst you slipped your hands beneath his top and enjoyed the heat of his naked flesh. Your nail deliberately caught against his nipple and he hissed, adjusting in the chair. A tent was forming in his sweats, the loose material pitching before your hungry gaze. His breathing was coming in shallow pants and he made no effort to resume the game, which would never do.

You stilled your fingers that drew lazy circles of unknown design across his pectorals and brought yourself flush against his front so you could whisper in his ear.

“If you want me to touch you more, you better play handsome,” you cooed, batting your lashes.

Finral swallowed thickly but did not argue with you, his eyes swung between your face and the screen before he resumed his game with a determination that vibrated throughout his body. You palmed him, giggling at the soft whimper that he tried to cover with a clear of his throat.

It was fun to play with him through his clothing; nails pressing more firmly against his shaft than you would do if he were bare and cupping his balls only to watch him visibly clench from the action. Finral’s cheeks were bright pink, accentuating his lovely cheekbones and you thought him to be so pretty as he came undone by your ministrations.

A chasm of yearning opened in the pit of your stomach, an ache that could only be satisfied in one way but you would grit it out to extend this moment. You tugged at the waistband of his black sweats, fingers curling with intent under his underwear as well and pulling them down only enough to bring him the relief of no longer being confined.

You watched the indecision on his face, eyes that darted down to see himself uncovered and your finger hovering above his slit. His hips shifted and a bead of moisture escaped, you were quick to swipe your thumb through the pearlescent liquid. Having engaged in these acts on numerous occasions, you were sure he thought you would use it to coat his length but the hitch of his breath when you greedily sucked your thumb clean made you shiver.

The salty tang of his essence coated your tongue, made your mouth salivate for more and even before your hand could encircle his girth, your lips kissed the rosy head which twitched from the reverential touch. Finral was too focused on you to be playing, you peeked up at him then craned your neck to the screen and found his character in an idle animation.

You sank back on your knees and tsked loudly. The green tips of his hair stood out in the dim light of the room, the only light source coming from the screen at your back and the soft fairy lights that served to make it feel intimate.

“Want me to blow you?”

Finral bit his lip at your lewd words, his eyes widening as the colour swirled to that of vivid purple orchids and made your insides squirm. Gods he was so attractive and he was here with you, wanted you to wrap your lips around his straining erection and most likely wanted to bury himself in your aching cunt.

He nodded and you praised him by rearing up again, blowing cool air simply to watch his impressive cock jerk from the sensation.

“Play, and I suggest you keep yourself alive or I might just stop,” you purred.

A breathy ‘fuck’ sounded as your lips parted, welcoming him inside your wet cavern. The taste of his skin was masculine as well as uniquely his, and was sure to turn you feral. You kept your eyes fixed on his face to ensure he was playing, blinking slowly each time he dared to look down. His chest rose and fell in great pulling sucks that mirrored how you treated his dick.

Cheeks hollowed to create a perfect suction, Finral’s hips rose in time with the bob of your head. He approached the back of your throat, grunting as you swallowed and the muscles constricted around him.

Finral was doing well, his concentration remaining mostly on the game and managing to avoid death time and again but as you worked to force him further down your throat he lost his focus. His head tipped back against the headrest, eyes closed and a hand sinking into your hair. You considered following through on your threat of stopping but you were as lost in the moment as he was.

One of your hands sank between your thighs, sliding into your underwear and rubbing wantonly against your clit as the other clawed against the material of his sweats. You let him control your movements, his grip tightening in your hair, forcing you further and further down until your nose nestled against his pelvis.

You gagged, saliva pooling from the sides of your mouth and you knew he was close. His whole body was rigid, the hand holding the controller was white from how tightly he clutched it and the grit of his teeth as he snapped his head down to lock eyes was carnal.

At the first taste of his release, you downright moaned. Finral pulled back, your mouth popping open so he could see the sticky white seed coat your tongue until the pink was completely hidden. You swallowed the load, gently lapping at his sensitive skin to ensure you savoured every last drop and loving how he looked at you with such a mixture of lust and affection.

“Babe, c’mere. I’ve gotta taste you,” he spoke in a hoarse tone that made you keen against his groin.

You pushed to standing, shaking your head as you swayed to the bed, completely drunk on his essence. He hadn’t listened to your instructions and it was time to pay the price of not taking you seriously. The t-shirt had to go, every touch against your feverish skin was irritating and it flew to the corner where his hoodie lay.

Finral was fixed in his seat, still exposed but softening from his release. His eyes were wary as you yanked your soaked panties down your legs and threw them into his lap.

“You didn’t listen. This,” you parted your puffy lips that were slick with arousal, a finger collecting the fallen nectar and showing him the evidence that clung to your fingers as you pulled them apart, “will only be yours once you win that fight against the redhead.”

“You’ve gotta be joking babe, this fight is extremely difficult under the best of circumstances,” he howled in outrage.

You shrugged, fingers tweaking your nipples in turn until they were stiff and aching for attention from his mouth, “not my problem, but don’t keep me waiting.”

A moment passed whilst he seemed to become hypnotised by the way your hand teased your clit, knowing exactly how to bring you the optimum pleasure. Tight circles rubbed against your engorged nub before switching to two fingers that caught against either side and served to present your sopping hole to the ensnared male.

A loud growl ripped from his throat, your eyes clashing in a battle of wills before Finral turned back to the screen with a look of determination. It hadn’t gone unnoticed how he had wrapped your panties around his cock that appeared to be growing once more.

You struggled to concentrate on his battle, but from the feral snarls that flew every few minutes, you assumed it was not going well. You whined for him, sweat dripping along your quivering stomach as you plundered your folds. Two fingers sinking into your heat, the walls clenching around the digits but in your mind, it was not enough – it wasn’t Finral.

“Finral,” you called for him, voice desperate and practically broken.

You knew you weren’t playing fair but as the minutes ticked onwards you were fast running out of any semblance of patience. The squelch of your soaked fingers that twisted within your cunt was matched only by the pants of longing. You ghosted the swell of your breast, the skin so sensitive from your dainty touch that your back was arching forward, pressing your seated position even closer to Finral in the hopes of providing him with the much-needed motivation to get the job done.

A cursory glance at the screen in a moment of lucidity showed the red headed woman transformed into a floating form. She was mostly bare, her skin ashen except where her prosthetics limbs shone under the shadow of a great twisted tree. Her flaming hair appeared to have entwined with what looked like rotten moth wings – she was ethereal looking and utterly terrifying.

The pause screen appeared and your eyes snapped to Finral, finding him staring back at you with a look you had never seen him previously wear. Anger, frustration and desire twisted his features into a scowl that had you biting your lip and rocking your hips in earnest. A majestic purple fire roared within his eyes and before you could blink, he was moving for you.

“Fuck this,” he groaned, wasting no time in yanking down his sweats and underwear and stepping out of them before kneeling on the bed and grabbing at your thighs.

You couldn’t stop him even if you wanted to – didn’t wish for him to halt even for a second. Finral was your oxygen and he fed it to you as his mouth found yours, devouring everything you offered him. He spread your thighs further apart, grabbing at your wrist and removing the hand between your folds in quick jerky movements.

Finral visibly shuddered at the slick coating your fingers and he eagerly placed them in his hot mouth to lick them clean. His eyebrows lowered as he savoured your taste, tongue sweeping around the digits as he pressed himself as close to your body as he could manage but it still wasn’t enough.

Everything was happening so fast; one second your butt was firmly pressed upon your duvet and the next it was held against Finral’s lap with your shoulders braced against the cool wall – the only thing grounding you in this moment of lust-filled insanity. His renewed erection rubbed along your puffy folds, the blunt tip catching against your clit until you were a moaning mess and it was all that was needed for your boyfriend to fully snap.

Holding your hips, fingers splayed and flexing into your plush flesh he lifted until he was aligned to your entrance and thrust forward on a loud groan of exaltation. The rollercoaster of your impending orgasm tracked up the lift hill, every touch reverberating in your very core – energy being drawn in and stored up until it was ready for release.

Your shut eyes fluttered wide as Finral’s tongue laved wide sweeping paths across your chest, stopping to plant little sucking bruises into the mounds until he was ready to increase your wondrous torture. Lips sealed around your taut bud, pulling at the tender flesh as you cried for him. Fingers carding into his soft chestnut hair, pulling him against you, afraid he might escape all whilst he rolled his hips into you over and over.

He worshipped and he tortured you. Finral pleasured and he punished. It was like nothing you had experienced and you would die if he dared to stop. Thankfully from the look of sheer carnal lust displayed on his features, there would be no stopping until you were both completely satisfied.

You watched his gaze travel down your bodies, the frown that formed before he was leaning back. One hand left your waist, Finral fisted the hem of his t-shirt and clenched the material between his teeth so he could watch your joining point.

How sinful it was to realise that he was supporting your weight, hands pulling you onto his cock to meet every slam he delivered with precision. His lifted top gifting you the view of his toned stomach, watching the muscles clench and ripple from each movement and had your eyes rolling into the back of your skull.

You watched for a moment – hypnotised by the sight of his dick entering your tight hole. Should you be embarrassed by the white creamy essence that ringed the base of his shaft? Finral didn’t seem to find it wrong, quite the opposite, it was safe to say that he loved what he was witnessing. Enraptured by the scene of him fucking into you – pounding you into oblivion.

Fingers slid into the hair at the nape of his neck, the edges damp from exertion. Finral’s face was flushed and pretty, everything about him brought you closer to the edge of the drop. Heat and pressure filled you to capacity, burning your lungs and scorching your nerves. The grit of his teeth around his t-shirt, the understated strength of keeping you balanced and controlled along with the swing of his hips that gave not a smidge of mercy.

“Finral – gonna – ah!” you shrieked at the utter savagery in his eyes as they flew to your face. The growl of wanton delight sets your teeth on edge.

He dropped the top in favour of forcing his mouth upon your own, teeth biting and sucking on the tender flesh.

“Do it,” he half yelled, voice hoarse and straining, “give it to me.”

You shattered on command. Feeling like nothing more than an elastic band stretched to capacity, the tension finally released as you recoiled in blistering ecstasy. You gushed around him, his cock stretching and straining within your vice-like walls.

If you were going down then you were bringing Finral with you. Nails raked at his back, finding their way under the cotton top to gouge thin streaks of red. He cursed in your ear, pelvis pressed against your own as he lost his rhythm.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Lazy strokes replaced the forceful ones, he was completely spent but insisted on fucking his seed as far into you as he could manage. You were still soaring, wind rushing in your ears as the ground came up to meet you. The energy stored in your centre was released in waves that pulsed and ebbed to every extremity, skin tingling as if you had indeed touched a live wire.

The sound of laboured breathing was the only noise in the room. Finral’s forehead pressed against yours, the thin layer of sweat matched your own and the sweet minty smell of his breath fanned your cheeks. His arms wound around your back, cradling you into his heaving chest before he fell back against the mattress whilst still connected.

Your legs entwined with his as you drowned in the warmth of the embrace, enjoying his fingers that swept across your back and painted pictures on your skin. You snuggled deeper, savouring the press of lips against your temple and the sweet coos of your exhausted boyfriend.

It wasn’t long before your eyes couldn’t possibly stay open any longer, lids weighted down by the activities indulged in. The faint chuckle sounded distant as sleep pulled you under, and the tickle of a blanket tugged your lips into a smile as you surrendered to the darkness.

~

Consciousness returned slowly, the hour was late from how dark everything appeared as you blinked. The glow of the tv screen caught your attention and the almost imperceptible adjusting of the body you were still nuzzled tightly against.

Finral’s guilty eyes strayed downed as he noticed you were awake, he smiled and you could only laugh at the worried expression he wore as you noticed the game controller once again in his hands.

“Beat her and I’ll let you play with me again,” you purred and closed your eyes again with a lazy smile spreading across your face.

His breath hitched, body wriggling beneath you.

“Deal.”

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thoughts: cp chapter 7

Seeing no reason whatsoever to cooperate with that order, Damen stood up. so i guess trying to keep it a secret that he is not actually a regular slave so he won't be killed isn't reason enough for damen anymore. i mean, i love why he's being reckless but i do not want him to get hurt again :(

'Order whatever punishment you like, from the coward’s distance of a chain-length. You and Govart are two of a kind.' i wonder what laurent thinks of this slave who just keeps running his mouth despite having been tortured for it before. like damen won’t break under all of the pain and pressure, no matter how motivated laurent is to hurt him

damen’s confidence is hot

laurent always saying the most offensive, vulgar, hurtful things with a "honeyed" voice 😭

'Because you can end this conversation any time you like.' i love when damen gets annoyed

'I can end this any time I like? (...) I haven’t even begun.' oh. okay. that backfired.

He realised that at some point he had begun to think of being alone in a room with Laurent as dangerous. i still don't get how they could ever be together :D

ohhhhhh laurent changed his mind about the akielon slaves

i will say though that laurent and damen's conversations are really interesting to me. obv there's a hierarchy there since damen has come to vere as a slave but sometimes it's like laurent feels just as wary of damen as damen is of laurent, like laurent hasn't quite figured him out either (but hopefully that doesn't mean laurent starts doubting whether damen is actually a slave???)

'Be careful of Nicaise, (...) Councillor Audin is not his master. Nicaise is dangerous.' ???? but nicaise has a master bc laurent said he could offer for him... i am confused

He didn’t seem particularly displeased with barbaric behaviour, as long as it was directed outward. (...) 'Shall I make a face at the ones you don’t like, or is it enough to just look like a barbarian?' hhhhh laurent's antics make me smile a little bit sometimes. he's still horrible though

Torveld’s brown eyes grew markedly warm and appreciative when he looked at Laurent. so torveld is easily manipulated.*

'I saw Kastor in his grief. It was genuine. It cannot have been an easy time for him.' *and kastor is a good actor.

every time damen thinks about akielos i get so sad for him

'And yet, here I am. It’s very irritating, isn’t it?' he's such a little shit (when he's not being cruel)

laurent throwing the regent's words back in his face...

It was an expression that reminded him of Laurent. honestly i wouldn't be surprised if nicaise was part of the royal family too since they all seem to be behaving pretty similarly

Laurent didn’t follow him immediately; his gaze stayed on his uncle. so... is laurent surprised by how easily the regent let things go this time or...?

'Your life would be a lot easier if you stopped baiting him,' (...) hhhh

[scandalsavagefanfic]

Hello! I am a huge fan of ur writing. I've loved everything I've read of yours. I've read alot of what you've posted, except for a couple of the tags that are squicky for me (so I'm very thankful you tag very thoroughly). No judgement for the squick, it's just not for me. & when I'm having a bad day, I usually just go thru ur ao3 and find something to reread. I think about Therapy's Bruce & Jason every damn day. While I obvs appreciate ur darker more "problematic" content (I really vibe with some of the themes you write about bc of my own trauma, & so it's very cathartic to read about in a fictional setting), I am truly a sucker for ur more happy content. The Happily Ever After verse also lives in my head rent free. Idk more wholesome stuff just seems more special when you write it. Anyways. I would die for you. But the point of this ask is cause I'm curious as to why you don't like Urban Legends? I'm sorry if you already talked about it here or on twitter and I missed it. I was just wondering because I really enjoy your take on things and would love to hear why you dislike it. I've been enjoying it so far personally, but I am always open to DC comics criticism.

Aw thank you so much! I'm so flattered by everything you just said. You're so sweet ❤❤❤❤❤

I haven't talked about Urban Legends here or twitter (I haven't been very active in either place lately. Just a lot going on and no energy 😔) but I'm happy to do it here.

Before I start though, I just want to add a standard disclaimer and make it clear that if you like it, there's nothing wrong with that and you don't have to let me ruin it for you lol. Like what you like.

That said, since you asked...

I said this when I was talking about it on discord, that there is a difference between hope and expectation. I always hope that a new story centered on Jason (or anyone really, but things have been especially egregious for Jay for 15 years) will be good or at least treat the character with a minimal level of respect (to be honest, the bar is super fucking low). But my expectations always temper my hope, to keep it from getting unrealistic. Because my expectations are based on experience.

The long history of Jason Todd, since even before his resurrection, has been one of retroactively trying to make him "a bad seed" in order to absolve Bruce of any responsibility in his death.

I don't even expect DC or their writers to start honoring the fact that Jason was not an angry, reckless Robin (and less of the later than Dick or Tim and definitely Damian). There plenty of ways that retcon can be folded into his history and be compelling and sympathetic. And if they're going to stick with that retcon, I'm only asking that they do it in one of those compelling and sympathetic ways because Jason was 15 when he died, heroically, in one of the most selfless acts in comics, to save a woman who literally handed him over to be brutally murdered. He was 12 when Bruce plucked him off the streets, he'd been homeless and fending for himself for at least two years. I personally think that Jason's story hits harder for him and Bruce if their original, canon relationship, of Jason as starry-eyed and eager to learn and absolutely devoted to Bruce and Bruce to Jason, is preserved. But Jason's origins does leave room for a meaningful interpretation of him as angry and frustrated at the lack of meaningful results of Bruce's methods.

And that's really where my irritation at stories like Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer and Batman The Adventure Continues has it's roots.

Every time one of these stories comes out, I think (or hope, rather) that this will be the one that remembers and respects the origins of the Jason and the Red Hood, that takes into account the changed sensibilities of comics readers in the 30 years since Jason's death and the subtle, 20 year, retroactive campaign to make him the "bad Robin". The "born bad" trope is played out and literally no one likes the message it implies. That some kids are just bad eggs and there's nothing parents or the adults around them can do. Especially when it's played as the kid's fault. If Jason's time as Robin is going to be characterized by anger, then it should be rooted in anger at the social injustices he witnessed as he grew up in an impoverished, crime-ridden, area and the horrors he faced raising himself when every day was a battle for survival. There are topical, meaningful, stories to tell with that backdrop.

But those are never the stories we get.

⚠⚠ Spoilers for Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer ⚠⚠

I'm particularly disappointed in Urban Legends because for the first issue, it looked like that was the kind of story we were going to get. I was put off by the first flashback of Jason being mesmerized by Bruce's guns, and I got that feeling in my gut that it was a bad sign. Jason depicted as impatient and overconfident and the scene with the guns is heavy-handed foreshadowing that got my spidey-sense tingling. I had a inkling then (in the first three pages) of how this story was going to play out, but it was early and I could still see many narrative paths that could lead to a satisfying story. My concerns were soothed somewhat and the little flame of my hope fanned, with the flashback of Alfred scolding Bruce, with Barbara's concern for Jason. A bit of worry returned with the way Jason ruthlessly pursued an addict who didn't appear to be a dealer and with the ending of the issue. The stuff with the addict sat wrong with me but the ending was tempered some by how despicable Tyler's dad was written. The scene was clearly set so that the reader could sympathize with Jason's decision and the scene with the addict could be brushed aside as a side-effect of comics over-the-top need for constant action, so I still held hope.

Issue 2 made me uncomfortable and it's where my hope starts to take a backseat to my expectations. I can dismiss Jason's self-deprecating internal monologue as unreliable narration, except that the flashback reinforces his thought process to explicitly show that it's not unreliable narration, and should be taken at face value. Jason faces physical abuse at the hands of his mother's drug dealer and when the flashback continues later, Jason kills the drug dealer. To be clear, this is a pre-Bruce Jason. His mom is still alive. He's like... 10. He kills this guy for shoving his head into a wall and implying Jason's mother paid for her drugs with sex. This is a scene that serves a single purpose. To show that Jason has always been prone to violence.

In the spirit of full disclosure, there is the small chance the drug dealer might not be dead. But the story obviously wants the reader to think he is, and it hasn't done anything to change that yet.

Starlin already did this story with The Diplomat’s Son in 1988 and he did it infinitely better. AND that’s still technically canon. So now I’m supposed to believe that Jason lost his cool bad enough to kill two douche bags before his sweet 16? Like it’s totally normal for abused kids raised in poverty, who’ve led hard and heartbreaking lives to just... haul off and kill people? That’s bullshit, and when taken with the Jason in the third issue, who is little more than an idiot thug, this story is really doubling down on some fucked up stereotypes.

Which brings us to the most recent issue. I went into this installment with very low expectations. I thought this story was going to be about Jason, through this experience with Tyler, a young boy with a similar background to Jason's, coming to the realization that Bruce's way is the best way and that Bruce did his best by Jason.

That would be annoying (in no small part because it takes increasingly absurd levels of plot armor to keep Bruce's no kill rule relevant, let alone irrefutably right). But I can probably live with that, if only because maybe if Jason officially falls back into line with the Bats crusade, maybe I'll get stories that treat him with respect, stories that don't relegate him to comic relief, dumb brute, or a background body with no lines in a story about the Joker burning Gotham (like Jason would just fucking stand there quietly for that).

And that may still be where the story is going, Jason realizing Bruce is right.

But holy shit do I not have the right words to describe how fucking insulting and gross issue three is.

From start to finish--including the flashback--Jason is written as cruel and fucking stupid. Like straight up dumb.

The entire issue is Bruce explaining the fucking basics to Jason like it's his first day. And Jason flies off the fucking handle and terrorizes a doctor he knows isn't a part of making the Cheerdrops, beats the shit out of some random addicts, and finally, when he can't accomplish anything on his own because he's a dumb brute he calls Barbara for help and rushes in with no information where he's promptly incapacitated and must now wait to be rescued by Batman.

This panel is the least of the issues sins but I can’t screenshot the entire story but it’s representative of the tone for the whole issue (and retroactively tainted the prior two issues).

This is beyond insulting. The only conclusions Jason comes to in this issue are the ones Bruce leads him to by talking to him like he can’t make the simplest connections. And like... in this story Jason can’t make the simplest connections.

This (and the Jason throughout the entirety of this issue) is a far cry from the Jason we fell in love with in Under the Red Hood, who was competent and strategic and intelligent enough to seize control of Gotham’s underworld from Black Mask (who’s no fucking slouch, he’s the first and only person to unify organized crime in Gotham) AND elude and manipulate Bruce until the time and place of his choosing.

This is a far cry from even the Red Hood and the Outlaws Jason who is competent enough to fight the League of Shadows and Ra’s al Ghul (among very dangerous and skilled others) and smart enough to create antidotes for mind control nanotech viruses.

As he should be, by the way. Jason Todd is one of the best, most comprehensively trained fighters in DC’s stable of non powered vigilantes. He’s not irrational or hot headed. He’s pragmatic, tactically minded, and patient. He’s a detective. Right now. Has been since he was 12. Bruce doesn’t have to make him one because he already is. 

Jason is not a stupid thug who uses his fists because his brain doesn’t work. And I can’t tell you how so very exhausted I am by this narrative. 

This is actually the most egregious example of Jason’s skills and intelligence being not just undermined but dismissed entirely. Even Morrison’s Jason had some degree of competency. 

The one, single redeeming factor of this story is the art. It’s beautiful. And Marcus To is a godsend he seems to be one of only a couple of artists who remember that Jason was a child when he was Robin and I’m literally only buying this book because of him. 

Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to come out so... um... passionately lol. I’m just very very tired. My intention with this isn’t to ruin it for you, if you like it, that’s fine. 

But this issue shot this story to the top of my "Vehemently Despise” list. 1) Batman: Urban Legends (Cheer), 2) Battle for the Cowl/Morrison’s Batman and Robin, 3) Batman The Adventure Continues.

I hope the next issues somehow salvage this dumpster fire. But I’m not expecting it.

(Damnit. That sounded harsh again. To reiterate, I’m not trying to judge anyone who enjoys it, I just personally hate it and you asked me why lol 😅)

[diavolosthots]

I adore your work and I am so happy I caught you open request it's my first time! May I please request something with Diavolo handling his human exchange student being a kid who is like 6 who is convinced that Diavolo os their dad and clings to him crying when someone tries to take them away because they don't want to loose their dad scared of being alone again? 100000% platonic obvs. It just sounds cute and sad because Dia could probably relate to the poor kid and I'm a sucker for soft dia and found family stuff. As per your rules that I hope I'm getting right with mc being a kid being okay I want you to know this is not and oc just a basic sad little kid with family issues. Just don't want you to think it is when I swear ots not because of how detailed I felt I was giving. Sorry for rambling I really admire you and your skill and just am so nervous making a request.

Your rambling got cuter and cuter and I couldn't help myself from smiling. Yes this is okay and yes you've read the rules right :)

You're Not Not My Dad (DIAVOLO X GN!PLATONIC!CHILD!READER)

For a task he trusted the eldest with, he certainly didn’t think Lucifer would decide to let a literal child enter the Devildom. “Lord Diavolo, I swear I had no clue! On the paper it said 26, not 6!” Sure enough; a quick glance at the paper and it indeed said ‘age: 26’ and yet here they are, which a barely functioning human in a world they can’t even comprehend. “We can’t keep them here, under any circumstance.” Another quick glance at the child in front of him and then the pure fear they had in their eyes when they saw the rest of the demons in the room put Diavolo in a tough spot. “I will take them home immediately.” But the minute Lucifer tried to reach out for you, you jumped up and ran to Diavolo, clinging onto his pant leg and hiding behind him, “don’t let him take me, daddy!” Diavolo’s whole body stiffened at the name, “Daddy? I’m not your father.” But you would have none of it, still clinging to him and actually screaming out when Barbatos tried to pry you off. “It’s okay Barbatos, I’ll just take them.” He mainly said that because your screaming was unbearable but when he leaned down to pick you up so he could take you back, you had tears streaming down your cheeks and he hates admitting that it actually broke his heart, “why are you crying little one?” “Because the bad men want to take me away from you, daddy.” You snuggled into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life, and for once in his own life, Diavolo wasn’t quite sure on what to do. 

That was a couple months ago. No matter how many times he tried to take you back home, you’d find a way to cling to him, kicking and screaming for him to not leave you too, so he decided to keep you, at least for a little while. He made sure to remind you every day that he was certainly not your father, but you never believed him so he gave up at some point and decided to just have a serious talk with you when you’re older and more willing to listen and comprehend. “Daddy!” Sadly, having you around also meant that he barely had time to get enough things done and Barbatos was constantly running after you and not getting things done, either. Speaking of Barbatos, he’s still salty about the time you decided to bite his tail and has made it a point to never be in his demon form around you. “My Lord, I’m so sorry, I can’t seem to keep (Y/N) occupied.”

In all honesty, Diavolo’s eye was twitching because this is the third meeting you decided to interrupt, not this week, but today alone. “(Y/N). Please listen to Barbatos.” You climbed up in his chair, sitting proudly and taking random papers from his desk, pretending to read them, “vetoed! Trashed! Wait… this one looks cool, it has a seal on it!” Diavolo snatched that one from you so fast, you could’ve thought it was just your imagination, “(Y/N), are you listening to me? I said you ha--!” “Daddy look, if you take two pens and hold it up, it looks like Barbatos has horns!” Barbatos was also getting mildly irritated but he was trying so hard to keep his calm. “(Y/N), why don’t you listen to Lord Diavolo? I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to play with you at the en--!” “Look Daddy, I’m wearing your coat!” You seemed so happy, so full of life and as much as it inconvenienced him right now, Diavolo couldn’t bring himself to get stern with you, and he didn’t have to. “(Y/N)! Listen to what people are telling you!” Because it was Barbatos who lost his cool, and apparently also his manners. 

The loud sound of his voice along with the fact that his smile dropped to a glare had the whole room silent. Even Lucifer who was part of the meeting, managed to stand at attention. No one remembers the last time Barbatos lost his patience and all of them wondered if he ever lost his patience before this, but that’s not the issue now. Your lip was quivering, tears threatening to spill over as small sobs escaped your mouth, “no…” Diavolo knew what would be next and he doesn’t have the heart or the time for it. “Ssh.. It’s okay, come here. Daddy’s got you.” He quickly picks you up, holding you against his chest and stroking through your hair lovingly, trying to keep you from screaming out. A crying you was a very loud you and he’s trying to save everyone’s ears from that spiel. “Barbatos, take Lucifer and leave, please.” The butler, as much as he wanted to just yank the kid back to human realm, could do nothing but nod, his usual smile returning to his face as he bowed, “of course, My Lord.” He waited until Lucifer went ahead of him, following suit and then closing the door behind him. 

Diavolo let out a long sigh, seating himself back in his chair and then propping you up in his lap. He pulled you back far enough to look at you, golden eyes soft while one of his hands continued to stroke through your hair, “he didn’t mean it, but he does have a point. You can’t keep interrupting me all the time, (Y/N).” You brought one of your hands up to wipe some of the tears before leaning back against him, burying your chest in his face, “b-but…. I just want to spend time with you, Daddy…” Another sigh escaped Diavolo as his mind raced to find solutions, turning left to right in his chair kind of in a rocking motion as he did so. “I know that, but I have things I need to get done before I can have fun time with you.” Diavolo rested his cheek against your head, staring at the paperwork on his desk and then at the sealed piece of paper that he took from you earlier.

“What if… when I don’t have a meeting, what if I set up a small desk for you right here, right beside mine, and we can work together, hm? How does that sound?” Your head immediately lifted off of his shoulder, a wide smile evident on your lips and Diavolo felt his heart settle with content at the sight, “yes! I want that, Daddy! And then you and I can rule together!” Diavolo laughed softly, shaking his head, “hm… we’ll see about that. You have to promise me you’ll listen to Barbatos though AND you have to leave when I have meetings, okay?” You nodded, holding up your tiny pinky, “pinky promise!” which Diavolo gladly wrapped around his before kissing it softly, turning you back around in his lap so you can watch him go through some paperwork. Part of him just hopes you’ll find this boring and leave, but a tiny, other part of him hopes you’ll stick around for a little while longer.

You may not be his child, but you’ve grown on him, and at this point, he’d do anything for you so as long as it didn’t put the Devildom in danger. He loves you, as if you were his own.