#road trip and protector/protected.....

[antisocialpyromaniac]

The saddest part of Venom: The Last Dance was Venom knew it was his last dance. He knew one of them would have to die and that it would never be Eddie on his watch, so he did what he could. He stalled until he couldn't anymore and while he stalled he took Eddie on the adventure of a lifetime. He danced with Mrs. Chen, went on a road trip and was able to be the hero of the story. He knew he was going to die but by god if he wasn't going to live a little first. They were the Lethal Protector, and, in the end, Venom got to protect the human and planet he loved so very much.

[emmasmoke8]

Been thinking about a Sonic movieverse swap, so you guys will have to listen to it:

First movie - Shadow’s asteroid crashes on Earth in the present. Instead of farmers and G.U.N., Maria Robotnik finds Shadow. Her grandfather is currently at a convention in San Francisco, leaving her home alone. She and Shadow bond until G.U.N. comes to investigate the asteroid drop. Maria and Shadow escape, deciding to get to Maria’s grandfather since he’ll either be able to protect Shadow or send him back to space. They road trip.

They’re pursued by Agent Stone, a high-ranking agent in G.U.N., and Stone’s assistant, Dr. Ivo Robotnik (which confuses Maria b/c Gerald never told her she had other family). Ivo makes robots, and Stone commands them like a general. Although Ivo’s the assistant, he’s still very egotistical about his position and how robots are superior. Stone, for his part, is so military-minded that he doesn’t even realize he puts up with Ivo’s BS because he loves—I mean, whatever Paramount says Stone feels about Ivo (they’re not fooling anyone)

The plot from there is mostly the same (tho Maria’s the reason they end up at the bar lmao). Shadow is allowed to stay with Gerald and Maria at the end, and they banish Stone to the mushroom dimension using a machine that Gerald made that repurposes Shadow’s chaos abilities (since they don’t have rings)

Second movie - Stone is rescued by the time traveler, Silver, who wants to defeat Shadow since he believes the Black Arms stole the (Master Emerald? But for the Time Stones). Silver and Stone go after Shadow while the hedgehog is home alone because Maria and Gerald went to somewhere for some reason (maybe a wedding still?). Shadow is rescued by Amy, someone who also came in search of the Time Stones in order to fix Little Planet. The plot also goes the same way, tho Shadow doesn’t so super, he goes… whatever the Time Stones make someone (which I actually have ideas for)

Amy and Silver fix their planet/future. They stay with the Robotniks, becoming the protectors of the Time Stones together

Third movie - Fifty years ago, Sonic escaped from Longclaw getting killed. He was immediately found by G.U.N. Still a young hoglet, he naturally gravitated toward Agent Tom and Dr. Maddie, a guard and scientist, respectively, at the blacksite. Sonic grew up with them as his parents. Eventually, he caused a universe blackout that made G.U.N. deem the project too dangerous. He tried escaping with Tom and Maddie, but Tom was killed. Maddie was imprisoned. Sonic was, too, and put in stasis per Director Rockwell’s orders (she’s switching with Walters)

Once Maddie’s freed, she frees Sonic and they plan to take out G.U.N., the rest of the world be damned by the crossfire. His freedom makes G.U.N. contact Shadow, Amy, and Silver for assistance

Maddie and Stone are not family, but Maddie does get into his head, first by appealing to his militaristic senses and then by learning part of him does want a family. She’s motherly to Stone up until they fight in the Eclipse Cannon

Sonic and Shadow have their Time Stone-powered fight and reconcile. Sonic and Stone sacrifice their lives to stop the Eclipse Cannon

Mid credit scene, I guess Shadow Androids show up, and Tails arrives to help Shadow stop them

Post credit, Sonic picks up his glove

[iwashie]

Finan x f!reader; +18; maybe lovers; adults, none season related, kinda bratty reader, outdoor sex (ikn this man likes strong woman);

Being part of Uthred's group had its good and bad moments, even though you were the only woman. Death constantly followed you, but apart from that and every once in a while the fights, you were like a family. Always protecting each other, even though you were not a warrior, but knew how to fight with a sword, they never let you go to war; They had a great sense of protection with you and usually your job was to be the messenger and protector of women when there was one in the group.

It was tiring to be on the road all the time, but it was also cool to see new places, new people, and new stories to laugh about among friends on drunken nights. The good days on the road, whether winter or summer, were filled with laughter and teasing, most you responding to Finan's flirtations and leaving him speechless. 

It was also nice to train with them. One must know how to protect oneself by riding in a band of troubled warriors with Uthred as leader and Osferth to watch. You liked to see them training the boy, even if most of the time they just teased him.

"Go easy on him, bully." You said, approaching Osferth and Finan practicing the boy's sword moves. Finan beat him more than actually taught, and that made his sense of protection with him whistle.

"He needs to learn," Finan pointed the wooden sword at him and you clicked your tongue. "And you learn by being beaten." You rolled your eyes as you listened. You guys spent so much time together that you already spoke alike, like Finan imitating Uthred. 

You stopped near Osferth and stroked his shattered and wet with sweat hair, listening to Finan's grumbling on the side. "Why did you choose this guy to teach you? He only knows how to bark." You said and Finan complained, making Osferth laugh softly. "I know a lot more than he does, and I'm kinder." 

Finan snorted and you both looked at him. "Then let's see if you're really good." He pointed the wooden sword at Osferth's hand for you to pick up. "Let's bet your trip to the ground, honey."

You laughed, accepting the challenge and took the wooden sword, pushing the boy aside. "Watch and learn. That's how it's done."

You knew very well how to fight with a sword. Before you were rescued and forced your way into the party, you were already practicing with a wooden sword and now you had Uthred constantly teaching you; making sure that you would be prepared enough for solo trips. Besides you always covered their backs in fights in the open field and always saved Sihtric's ass when he was too drunk and chasing trouble in bars. 

You knew Finan's strength, but he also knew yours. You could handle it quietly. "Get ready to kiss the ground, big boy."

In Osferth's eyes it seemed that you were playing, or dancing, almost rehearsed, as you dodged each other's attacks and charged hard, slamming the wooden swords.

A dance. You could tell that the two of you danced around each other, close enough but never touching each other. Well, you had already touched; eager kisses and rushed hands over the bodies when you were drunk, but it didn't go beyond that because a fight interrupted the making out session. This, you and Finan, didn't start from nothing. It happened a little while after you joined the group and got intimate, with Finan always commenting on certain things, and to his and the group's surprise, you had a tongue as sharp as his and loved a tease.

You two were usually the reason for the laughter always being present in the group; you corresponding to the flirtations and petnames that Finan gave you. You felt the truth in his lines as much as in his glances, but after that interrupted day, you never tried anything again.

You could see the smile on the lips almost hidden by Finan's beard, knowing he was enjoying it like you, but it was time to end. You advanced and made Finan retreat, and you took advantage when he needed to look where he stepped to get closer, hitting his sword and sweeping him, which took him to the ground, surprised. But from last second and instinct, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the ground with him. 

You fell down with a muffled, aching sound, almost banging your heads, and Finan's hands automatically went to your waist. You took a long time to assimilate what had happened and when you realized that you fell sitting on his lap, you froze, your eyes wide and your heart pounding as you stared at him, happy, under you. The two of you were silent, lost in each other's gaze and returned to reality when Osferth, next to both of you, cleared his throat.

"I won." Finan displayed the smile that made you roll your eyes and your heart pound. You rolled your eyes and rested your hands on his chest to move away. "You're on the ground and I'm literally on top of you, Finan."

"Still my point." He smiled wide and clasped his hands on her waist. You opened your mouth and slammed your fist on his shoulder when you realized his intention to speak, and stood up, leaving him on the floor. "Won't you help me, honey?"

You passed Osferth, who avoided looking in your direction, and slammed his sword into his body. "That's how you beat big boys." Finan stood up, saying you were a sore loser as you walked away. 

You hid your smirk and racing heart when you heard his words. Finan, even though he had all that personality, sharp tongue and flirtatiousness way, was a great man; He was reliable, loyal, kind, intelligent, funny, affectionate, beautiful, a good kisser and shaked your heart. 

The place you set up camp was very hot with the sun beating directly on the place you lit the fire, choosing to hide the tents in the shade of the trees. You ate and commented on some things about the journey ahead and remembered funny stories. After lunch, you rested in the shadows, but the heat and smell exuding from your body was bothering you. 

You said you were going to the lake a little further down from where you were and soon coming back, leaving as soon as Finan came back from reconnaissance of the surroundings, questioning where you were going and following you, getting a warning from Uthred to come back in two hours - you could feel the smile in his words - and snide comments from the other two to have fun, making you laugh out loud and reply, "I'm gonna finish him off. Again." 

The prairie around the lake shone beautifully in life with summer and the sight of the blue water was tempting. You didn't wait for Finan to approach, heading near the lake and starting to take off your clothes. "Wow! We did not discuss my prize for winning, but I won't complain if it's like that." Finan hissed at the sight of you without clothes and turned to him, shamelessly displaying your body to his sore eyes. 

"I won, so it's my prize, actually." You rested a hand on your waist and smiled as you saw Finan's eyes wandering over your body. "I decide what my prize will be. And you better get in that water and take a decent shower if you want to hump with me. I smell you for miles." You turned your back to him and entered the water, feeling the ice relax your body and took the opportunity to swim.

Finan was still on the grass, staring at you in the water. "Do you want to fuck me?" You laughed out loud. "Yes. It's my prize pick, and if you want to enjoy the fact that I'm horny and wanting to fuck, you better get in the water and wash up." 

"You're the devil trying to take me to hell, woman." Finan grumbled, running his hands through his hair, and it didn't take long for his sword and layers of clothing to be on the ground. "Big boy, indeed." You whistled, eyes on the thick and half-hard cock between his legs. Finan shrugged, smirking, and ran into the water, jumping into the icy water and swimming towards you, holding you in his strong arms and pulling you close, your face brushing against his. 

"I'm not fucking you dirty like that." You whispered against his lips, feeling his beard tickle you as his hands squeezed every corner of your body. "You can make sure of the cleanliness while I get you ready, darling." He grumbled against your neck and stared back at you as you ran your hands through his hair, wetting the strands and intertwining your fingers on the back of his neck, pulling him close until you kissed with desire and one hand of his slid to the middle of your legs. 

"Having sex outdoors wasn't on my list, but I don't complain." Finan mumbled against your body, his mouth marking every bit of your skin as you rubbed against his hard cock and kept him sitting in your clothes on the grass.

"Just like Adam and Eve, good Christian boy." You replied in a giggle, making him laugh against you and then moan muffled as you sit slowly, the warmth of your gummy insides hugging his thick cock. "Finan.. Fuck..." You moaned, squeezing his shoulders as you felt him fully inside you. 

You waited a little while, hugging, lost in the pleasure of feeling each other completely. You began to move slowly, teasing Finan, who had one calloused hand squeezing your breast and the other supporting the body of both of you.

"Finan... Fuck.. Good..." You moaned loudly, going up and down in quick movements, the noise of your ass against his thick thighs and her wet pussy swallowing his cock. "Damn it, woman... You're going to kill me like this.. squeezing me so tight..." 

You grabbed the strands of the back of his neck as you felt his mouth biting the skin of your neck and descending the nibbles to your nipple, throwing your head back and moaning louder and louder as you increased the pace you rode on him. 

Finan's big, warm hands roamed your body, squeezing and clawing from your shoulders to ass, pinning you against him. You felt closer to cumming as you felt the thick cock filling you completely, coming out and going deep inside you, your legs shaking slightly. "I've got you, honey." Finan whispered between your neck and shoulder, making you laugh with the feel of his beard, and his hands going down to the bands of your ass. 

You stopped boucing, grabbing his wrists and pushed him lying on the grass, holding his hands above his head. Finan raised an eyebrow, but had a smirk on his lips. "I'm in charge here, big boy."

Finan hissed and rested his head on his arms as you let go of him and let you take the lead, sliding your hands down his chest, clawing at his nipples lightly just to see him shudder and feel him throb inside you. You palmed your hands on his chest, arranging your sitting position on him, and smiled widely. "I'm going to finish you off, big boy."

You went up and down with more speed and force, the noise of skin against skin echoing through the open place as well as your whimpers and the grunts of Finan, who controlled himself not to grab you and finish it. You clamped and released the muscles around his cock, alternating movements between up and down and rolling, brushing your clit against his hairy pelvis, sending waves of pleasure to both of you. 

Finan had his eyes half-open, the sunlight shining behind you blinded him in a flash and your figure was almost like of an angel leading him to the gates of paradise with your movements. "An angel..." He moaned softly, lost in the pleasure you gave him and also for hearing your moans and feeling how good you felt when using him.

You laughed weakly, raising a hand to his neck, squeezing lightly, and leaning forward, without stopping riding, and whispered against his lips. "No. I'm the devil taking you to hell, baby."

You huffed as you heard his grunt, his eyes rolling in pleasure and lifting his waist to meet your moves. You gasped on a moan, feeling his cock hit deep inside you, having you curl your toes and squeeze his cock, your orgasm washing you in a tremor, his name coming out of your lips in a cry. "Damn it, Finan. So good!" 

He warned you that he was also close to cumming and you got off him in clumsy movements, soft from the intense orgasm, soon feeling his hot and sticky liquid on your belly. "Sorry. I didn't know where..." Finan's voice died as he saw you wipe his cum from your skin with your fingers and bring them to your mouth, your lips wrapped around your fingers and pulled into a crooked smile, having the man's eyes glazed over your figure. 

"You really are the devil, woman." You laughed and pushed him lying back down, nestling in him and feeling his heartbeat still racing and his breathing unregulated. He brushed the sweat-soaked strands away from your face, taking the opportunity to caress your face with his fingertips, making you close your eyes and hum.

You two lay down, hugging, calming down from the orgasm and feeling the sun warm your skin and the tranquility of the place. Finan's gigle brought you out of your lethargy and you stared at him. "You know how to fight, you're smart and beautiful, and rides like no one else. What a fascinating woman." 

You laughed and moved, leaning on one hand so you could face him; His dark shining eyes focused on your figure, and a smile on his face. "You haven't seen me riding yet, big boy. That was nothing." You gave him a quick kiss and got up, telling him to do the same and suggested another bath, to remove the smell of sex and take advantage of the fact that you two had water and didn't know when would have another opportunity to take a shower. 

"For a second I thought you wanted to have sex again. With or without water." Finan said, squinting to face you against the sun. You sniffed and took his outstretched hand, pulling him to his feet and letting yourself be pulled into his body. "It was a good prize. If you behave we can repeat it and I'll show you how I really ride, big boy." He slid his hands down your back, giving you goosebumps and stopped at your ass, squeezing hard, leaving you on tiptoe. "Perhaps you can finish inside."

Finan widened his eyes, his mouth dropping open and you disengaged from him. "Would it be appropriate?" He asked, seeing you walk to the lake again. You shrugged and stepped into the water. "Only if I'm your woman, I suppose."

Finan was soon with you in the water, swimming close each time you ran away and threw water on him, laughing. "Well, aren't you my wife already?" You laughed out loud, and felt his hand pull your arm and bring you closer, facing him. "Lucky my tent is available to you tonight, honey."

"I might accept your invitation to visit your tent tonight, Finan." You ran your hands through his hair, tossing it back, and went around his face to his lips. "Only if I have a good time."

"You're sure to have a good time if you promise to keep quiet." He gave you a long kiss, feeling your smile form. "I like to be loud." You waved your eyebrows suggestively, and you both laughed. 

Finan knew you wouldn't be quiet, not when minutes before you'd been moaning to the four corners how good it was to fuck him. The boys up there probably heard you two. "They might listen to us and you'd traumatize poor Osferth." 

You both laughed again, remembering the faces and mouths the boy made when he was forced to go to certain places by the mission. You felt his hands caress your thighs, and you intertwined your legs around his waist, feeling him semi hard again. "Then keep me be quiet, big boy." 

"Will be my pleasure, honey." You saw a rogue smile grow on Finan's lips and pulled him into a languid kiss as you felt his hands guiding the movements of your waist against his.

You two had some more time left before you had to meet with the rest. 

@iwashie 2025, please do not translate, modify, or republish my work

[awkward-walking-potato]

All I’m saying nsfw and sfw alphabet for Logan and that your fanfics are the best

SFW alphabet for Logan

Here's a Wolverine (Logan) SFW alphabet! I'll break it down for each letter, giving you a glimpse of what it might be like to be in a relationship with Logan.

SFW Alphabet

A - Affection

Logan isn't one to be overly affectionate in public, but in private, he's surprisingly tender. He shows his affection through small, meaningful gestures—like holding your hand, brushing your hair behind your ear, or giving you a rare, genuine smile that shows just how much he cares.

B - Best Friend

Logan is your protector, confidant, and someone you can always rely on. He may not say much, but he’s always there to listen and provide advice when you need it. His loyalty is unwavering, and he’ll stand by you no matter what.

C - Cuddles

Surprisingly, Logan loves to cuddle, but only in private. He’ll pull you close at night, wrapping his strong arms around you as you drift off to sleep. There’s something incredibly comforting about being held by him, feeling his warmth and the steady beat of his heart.

D - Domestic

Logan is a practical partner. He’s not one for grand gestures but is reliable when it comes to the everyday stuff. He’ll cook a simple meal, fix things around the house, and make sure you’re taken care of. He finds peace in these small, domestic routines.

E - Excitement

While Logan isn’t one for big, flashy outings, he enjoys the thrill of a good challenge. Whether it’s training together in the Danger Room or going on a spontaneous road trip, Logan keeps life interesting in his own quiet, intense way.

F - Flirting

Logan’s flirting is subtle and direct. He won’t shower you with compliments, but he’ll give you a look or say something that makes your heart race. His flirting is all about knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

G - Gentle

Despite his rough exterior, Logan can be incredibly gentle with you. Whether it’s tending to your wounds after a mission or simply holding you close after a bad day, Logan’s gentleness is a testament to how deeply he cares.

H - Hugs

Logan’s hugs are strong and reassuring. When he wraps his arms around you, it feels like nothing in the world could hurt you. He’s not overly touchy, but when he hugs you, it’s genuine, and you know he means it.

I - Intimacy

Logan is a deeply private person, so when he opens up to you, it’s a big deal. He’ll share pieces of his past, his fears, and his hopes with you, trusting you with parts of himself that he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.

J - Jealousy

Logan is definitely the jealous type, though he tries not to show it. He’s protective and can’t help but feel possessive when someone else tries to get too close to you. He won’t lash out, but you’ll see it in the way he glares or the tight set of his jaw.

K - Kisses

Logan’s kisses are intense and full of passion. Whether it’s a slow, lingering kiss or a quick, heated one, there’s always a fire behind it. He kisses you like he means it every time, making you feel like you’re the only person in the world.

L - Love

Logan loves fiercely and protectively. It might take him a while to admit it, but once he’s in love, he’s all in. He’ll do anything to protect you, even if it means putting himself in danger. His love is deep, unwavering, and sometimes overwhelming, but it’s the kind of love that lasts a lifetime.

M - Marriage

Logan is wary of marriage due to his long and complicated past, but if he commits to you, it’s forever. He doesn’t need a ring to prove his loyalty, but if it’s important to you, he’ll go through with it. For him, it’s not about the ceremony; it’s about the bond you share.

N - Nicknames

Logan isn’t big on nicknames, but he might call you “darlin’” or “babe” in a low, gravelly voice that sends shivers down your spine. It’s simple, but it’s his way of showing affection without being too sappy.

O - Open

Logan struggles with being open due to the trauma and loss he’s experienced over the years. However, with time and patience, he’ll gradually let you in, revealing his vulnerabilities and fears. It’s a slow process, but once he opens up, you know you’re someone special to him.

P - Patience

Logan is surprisingly patient with you, especially when it comes to your fears or insecurities. He’s been through a lot, so he understands that everyone has their own struggles. He’s not one to rush you, and he’ll always be there to support you, no matter how long it takes.

Q - Quirks

Logan has a few quirks—he tends to wake up before dawn, he always carries cigars (even if he doesn’t always smoke them), and he has a soft spot for old westerns. He also has a habit of sharpening his claws when he’s thinking or stressed.

R - Romance

Logan’s idea of romance is understated but meaningful. He’s not one for grand gestures, but he’ll show his love through small, everyday actions—like fixing something that’s broken, cooking your favorite meal, or simply being there when you need him most.

S - Security

Logan is fiercely protective, and being with him means feeling safe and secure. He’ll go to great lengths to ensure your safety, whether it’s from physical threats or emotional pain. Knowing that he’s always got your back gives you a sense of security that’s hard to find elsewhere.

T - Trust

Trust is crucial to Logan. He’s had his trust betrayed too many times in the past, so when he places his trust in you, it’s a big deal. He’ll trust you with his life, and he expects the same in return. It’s a mutual bond that forms the foundation of your relationship.

U - Understanding

Logan is deeply understanding, especially when it comes to your struggles. He’s been through more than most people can imagine, so he’s not quick to judge. Instead, he listens and tries to help you in any way he can, offering advice or simply being there when you need to vent.

V - Value

Logan values loyalty, honesty, and strength. He admires your ability to stand by him through thick and thin, and he values your presence in his life more than he can put into words. To him, you’re irreplaceable, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy.

W - Wild Card

Logan has a wild side, and it comes out when you least expect it. He might suggest a spontaneous adventure, like a midnight ride on his motorcycle or a surprise getaway to a remote cabin. He keeps things exciting, never letting your relationship fall into routine.

X - X-Factor

Logan’s X-Factor is his healing ability, which means he’s nearly impossible to keep down for long. It also means he’s incredibly resilient—both physically and emotionally. No matter what life throws at him, he always finds a way to keep going, and that strength is something you admire deeply.

Y - Yearning

Logan has a deep yearning for a normal life, something he’s never really had. Being with you gives him a glimpse of that, and he cherishes every moment. He yearns for peace and stability, and you’re the closest thing he’s found to that in a long time.

Z - Zen

Logan isn’t known for being “zen,” but he finds moments of peace when he’s with you. Whether it’s sharing a quiet evening at home or sitting together in comfortable silence, being with you helps him find a sense of calm that he doesn’t get anywhere else.

[empyreanevents]

Thank you to everyone who participated in Liam Week! There were a total of 41 entries. Below is a compiled list of all the works submitted this week. You can also check out the AO3 collection to view some of them there.

Day 1: Honor

I Believed Love Would Be Black And White (But It's Golden) by @arcadian-litterateur

Our Little Ball Of Honor by @garricks4thwingqueen

Defend by @myhouse-mychair-myfics

The Oh So Honourable Liam Mairi by @approximatelynothereorthere

Not Like This by @slytherin-pen

Honor by @hamsterboos

Day 2: Protective

Night Watch by @theseinfernalangels

The Stakes Are High, The Water's Rough (But This Love Is Ours) by @/arcadian-litterateur

My Protector by @laursdomain

Be My Shield by @mrsalwayswrite

Protective Jealousy by @/garricks4thwingqueen

Hold On To Me by @/myhouse-mychair-myfics

Protection by @/hamsterboos

Not Your Weight To Carry by @dragonridersandhighlords

Day 3: Gone

The Last Letter by @/theseinfernalangels

Memories by @simplyyspring

A Life Half Lived by @/dragonridersandhighlords

The Fine Art Of Being A Menace by @ellebellewritesfic

Not Forgotten by @/myhouse-mychair-myfics

Gone by @/hamsterboos

Forget Me Not by @/slytherin-pen

Bring Him Back by @lightningnshadows

Gone But Forever In Your Heart by @/garricks4thwingqueen

Day 4: Hands

Under Your Touch by @/mrsalwayswrite

Loving Touches by @/myhouse-mychair-myfics

His Touch by @/dragonridersandhighlords

Decompress by @/slytherin-pen

Your Favorite Hands To Feel by @/garricks4thwingqueen

Hands by @/hamsterboos

Let Me Patch Your Broken Wings by @/arcadian-litterateur

What Things Would Be Like by @/simplyyspring

Day 5: Number One

Time Flies by @/slytherin-pen

Baby You’re My Number One by @/garricks4thwingqueen

Day 6: Brother

Moodboard by @erose806

On The Subject Of Shovels by @/myhouse-mychair-myfics

The Haunting Ordeal of Rosarie Fuentes by @/theseinfernalangels

Headcanons by @/garricks4thwingqueen

Brother by @/hamsterboos

Day 7: Free Day

Carve by @/hamsterboos

Fuzz Therapy by @/myhouse-mychair-myfics

Made By Hand by @mywildwritings

Road Trip Of Your Worst Nightmare by @/garricks4thwingqueen

[morgy-doo]

how does this guy own his own business^

HELLUVA BOSS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS

Verosika mayday~

so, there was no intention for a relationship at first

you two fucked, and your aftercare was so good that she fell almost immediatley

no one cared about her satisfaction before

normally, they fuck and then she is gone

but with you, she felt safe after you cleaned her up and offered for her to stay the night

when you two finally start dating you are SPOILED

if she sees you looking at something for more than ten seconds, boom you own like 20 of it now

she buys you all the designer brands

whenever she is around your house and your in the shower or whatever, she will literally spray everything in your room with her perfume, your clothes, your bed, hell even carpets

so if you ever have anyone else over they would know your hers <3

if your doing something that requires your attention, she will randomly come up behind you and whisper something auggestive in your ear, then walk off

she is defo the big spoon when cuddling

she love resting her cheek in your soft hair

Loona~

tries so hard to act cool around you

but is secretly overthinking every little thing she does in her head

she is just scared you will get bored and find someone more cool and exiting than her

she defo shows you her human form because she wants to impress you

she also gets protective pretty easily too

Blitzo adores you

he thinks your the perfect person for his loony

but definately threatened to shoot you in the ass when you first met

but deep down has Loona's best interest at hear so he will tolerate you if that's what Loona wants

soon he ends up loving you nearly as much as Loona

it was hard for her to start discussing her feelings with you

she thinks opening up is weak, and she want to be strong because she knows hell is one of the worst places to be weak

and she wants to be that strong protector for you

but when she does open up about what life was like before Blitzo adopted her, he feels alot more relieved and thanks you for listening to her

also you really need to watch out for her mod swings

they can get messy

even if you are her bf/gf

Millie~

dating her is basically getting a new surprise everyday

she is very random

you both could be randomly going on a sweet walk and talking when she suddenly decides she wants to go on a road trip or sumthin and starts planning every little detail

when this first happened you didn't think he was serious

but the next day when you woke up to see her sat in the living room with her suitcases stacked around her

you realised what you got yourself into

sometimes she takes you to work with her so you can see what her work life i like

there is no way she is taking you into the human realm tho

it is dangerous enough for her and she would tear down herself if anything ever happened to you while you were there

but she is more than happy to tell you bout all her adventures when she gets back tho sometimes she even brings you back something cool she found that she think you would like

she remembers every small thing about you

like if you tell her a fact about you she will be like "i know"

you are beginning to think she knows you better than you know yourself

but she just wants to make you happy in every way possible

Kiki~

every nickname that exists under the sun she has called you

but her favourites are "sweets, darling, babe, baby and dollface"

she loves the flustered look on your face when she says it

she is so stylish

like she has every brand of clothes to exist

and if she really likes an outfit she will have he same outfit in like 20 different colours

she can be kinda possessive sometime tho

i hc that she is best friends with Verosika

she can get self concious that you will leave her for Versoika because she ha more fame, and she is more pretty and rich

she doesn't let you near the other succubi because she knows what they are like and she doesn't want them to try anything with you

they never would anyway

they respect that Kiki is happy

hell she might even give up her life as a succubus for you

you must be really special huh

part 2?

[pagannatural]

1.10

-Asylum

-Dean’s expression after Sam manhandles him at the bar

-Dean flirts with Sam again by asking him “who do you think is the hotter psychic, Patricia Arquette, Jennifer love Hewitt, or you?” Sam hits him playfully and bites his lip, suppressing a smile. This is the first time Sam flirts back.

-Sam spends a long time talking to the psychiatrist answering the question “this brother you’ve been road tripping with…how do you feel about him?”

These are the expressions that cross Sam’s face when he’s asked how he feels about Dean:

Normal brother expressions for normal brother thoughts.

-Sam calls to Dean for help. I can’t remember if he’s done this before yet, but in the next few seasons, Sam calling Dean for help tends to reflect how much faith he has in Dean and how much he accepts and trusts Dean as his protector.

-Sam’s anger makes an appearance and god bless. He’s angry because he’s been fed demon blood and isolated from the world since he was a baby, angry because he feels something is wrong with him, yes. But he’s also angry because he’s a youngest sibling and he’s never been taken seriously and he wants to be seen rather than just protected or controlled. Specifically by Dean. (See also the feminine urge to become the most educated person in your family tree so that they’ll respect you [this doesn’t work]).

-“you hate me that much?” Dean asks this like he’s confirming something he fears. He probably thinks this because Sam left him for Stanford and criticizes him for following John.

-He worries Sam hates him. This is important information and it would really fit with Dean blaming himself for their incestuous feelings.

-“sorry Sammy” for what knocking him out or not being good enough to make him stay? Sorry someone sedate me

-Conflict between the brothers is coming to a head. For this to be resolved, Dean needs to show Sam that he’s not their father and he respects Sam, and Sam needs to choose Dean of his own volition.

[bi-bard]

Romantic Trope Prompt List

Hello! Welcome to my first ever prompt list!

Below is a list of common romance tropes. Some are personal favorites of my mine, others are just some that I have heard about a lot.

Here's how to participate: choose 1 or 2 tropes from the list and a character. Send that information (and anything else you think is relevant) to my asks. Then, I'll write a short story/drabble/whatever you wanna call it. It is a very simple thing that has been done a hundred times before.

I don't have many guidelines about who I will or will not write about. My only hard boundaries are that I don't write smut and I don't write about real people.

I would recommend looking through my navigation guide for an idea of what I write about the most and to see if I know what you want to request.

On that note, there are some shows I haven't written about yet, including:

Ted Lasso

Will Trent

Elementary (I've only seen season 1 and some of season 2)

A bunch of DC characters

Now, I'll stop stalling and give you the list. I hope to get some requests in soon!

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Enemies to Lovers

Arranged Marriage

Forced Proximity

Opposites Attract [sunny x grumpy, rich x not rich, celebrity x regular person]

Right Person, Wrong Time

Fairytale Retelling [please include a specific story retell]

Marriage of Convenience

Second Chance Love/Reignited Love

Mistaken Identity

Friends to Lovers

Love at First Sight

Second Chance Meeting

Fake Relationship

Age Gap Romance

Blind Date

For a Dare/Bet/Job [you get it]

Cursed Love [either cursed to stay apart or cursed to be together, your choice]

Not Able to Touch [reason can be chosen by you]

Time Travel Romance

Unrequited Romance

Oblivious to Love

Trauma Bonded [Protector/Protected, etc.]

Love Triangle

Assassin X Target

Paranormal Romance [Ghost, Witch, Vampire, etc.]

Accidental Confession [drunk, nervous, etc.]

Unknown Identity [masquerade, penpals, etc.]

Secret/Hidden Relationship

Forgotten Love [amnesia]

Mentor X Protégé

Sworn Off Love

Marriage Pact

Secret Admirer

Love Potion/Magic

Jealousy

Lovers In Denial

Road Trip

Long Distance Romance

Runaway Spouse

Childhood Sweethearts

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I am willing to add to this list as time goes on!

[love-and-hisses]

Happy happy 2nd birthday to Lincoln (gray with white nose and bib), and Lillian (all gray), who we fostered in early 2023 (Lillian was Lilly)! Melinda reports: "Lincoln and Lillian are two wow!! Lillian is just a purring, biscuit making, lap baby princess who is always trying to get into places that are off limits. She honestly gets called baby girl, princess, sister, and sissy more than her name lol. Lincoln is just a sweetheart. He is my little buddy. Still the most skittish cat I’ve ever had but he sleeps right next to me most nights and loves to have his chest scratched. His addiction to Indiana [their floofy black and white brother] is still strong. I’m so so glad I took the epic road trip to bring them home. I can’t imagine life without them 😻😻😻 "

When I mentioned how much I LOVE how Lincoln adores his big brother, Melinda told me "That love was instant with him. And Indiana has become quite the family protector. He was always sorta protective of me but that protectiveness has increased with the addition of Lincoln and Lillian" How SWEET is that? SO sweet! (Thanks Melinda!)

[arievanille]

𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍

“You think I enjoy going to Walmart and seeing myself as a pop figure?”

𝒜𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 — Dr. Stephen Vincent Strange is the sorcerer supreme and the protector against mythical creatures.

He is the guardian of two teenage girls, America and Arie who both have supernatural abilities.

ℋ𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 —

He still watches videos of surgeons talking about their jobs and comments on their laziness or impressive performance.

He doesn’t dwell in religion but does bible studies with America and Arie.

He prefers teas and healthy drinks but doesn’t mind having soda with Arie and America.

Worries, excessively but pretends that he doesn’t so that Arie and America don’t panic.

Still sends Christine small gifts though married, he claims her husband is lucky but frowns when seeing him.

Still doesn’t like Tony Stark but works with him for the sake of America and Arie + won’t admit but he has grown fond of Stark.

Protective and a softie when it comes to America and Arie.

Usually doesn’t do ‘girly’ colors but allows America and Arie to decorate the house with pink and other colors during the holiday’s.

Hates driving and complains traffic is too slow but doesn’t mind road trips if it’s with Arie and America.

[toastandjamie]

So I reached the point in my Eye of the World reread where Rand and Mat’s road trip Gets Worse. As in Four Kings and every thing after that until they reach Camlyn. I wanna talk about about something Rand said that stood out to me the first time and only caught my attention more this time. After Mat lost his sight and the two are fleeing Four Kings we all know the “I won’t leave you. Not ever.” Line but another line that caught my attention was later on, when they were approached by Paitr and they learn he’s a dark friend. Rand’s main worry is Paitr realizing Mat can’t see, he recalls to the audience the time where one of his sheep, who had a lame leg was separated from the flock by a wolf and once separated was swarmed by the pack. Rand is using this as a comparison for his fear of what could happen if the dark friends or shadow spawn learn about Mat’s injury, that Mat will get specifically targeted as vulnerable.

What interested me the most about this line is how it reinforces a theme for Rand in the first book. Which is Rand as a protector. From the moment Rand and Mat are separated from the others we see Rand taking on the role as their protector, despite knowing that he knows very little of the sword he always reaches for it when there’s danger. Rand is always the one to lead them and to speak with others, he’s the one who stands guard while Mat finds a place in the brush for them to sleep. Even before the group are separated Rand is constantly standing as a protector for his friends, when Morraine or Lan act in a way the boys interpret as threatening, Rand is the one to place himself in their way and stand up for himself and his friends, he directly promises to protect Egwene. This idea of him being a protector, a care taker, grows once Mat loses his sight, because Rand fully takes on the role believing that if something were to happen Mat would be unable to run away let alone protect himself, just like the crippled sheep. Rand says that he couldn’t leave the rest of the flock to rescue the sheep, and they were too far away to get a clear shot at the wolves, so he was forced to let the pack take the injured sheep. This is something Rand fears will happen with Mat as well, that if something happens he won’t be able to protect Mat. I think about what Rand said to Mat after they both had a Be’elzamon nightmare after four kings, Mat crying about the dark one taking his eyes, Rand comforts him, cradling him “like a baby” and reassuring him that Be’elzamon can’t hurt them, that they won’t let him hurt them. The implied “I won’t let him hurt us” is painfully obvious. I think about another story we heard about Rand, when an injured lamb got lost and Rand rescued it carrying it back to Emmonds Field to tell everyone about what happened. Rand is always protecting others even to his own detriment. I often wonder what would have happened if Mat never got his sight back, how that would have affected the two of them.

I think a lot about Rand asserting himself as others protector, with Egwene, Mat, Elayne, Min, Avienda. How in all of these relationships, despite knowing that they are capable of taking care of themselves, there’s always that feeling he has that he has to protect them, that he is responsible for their safety and well being. Especially early on in the series. Rand gives me f e e l i n g s.

[scribeoffate]

Scott + fear

Friendship with Lydia and Stiles.

thanks for the prompt, even though you don't even go here <3

Scott rubs the back of his neck as they load the last of the bags into the trunk of Lydia’s sedan. The keys to the jeep are heavy in his pocket.

Stiles is throwing a few last-minute items into an overnight bag; they’ll have to stop a few times on their way across the country. Scott’s chest aches. He slams the trunk closed and turns his smile on Lydia.

She’s drumming her fingers against the steering wheel.

“Be careful, okay,” Scott says, not really sure what else to say. It’s safer for both of them, away from Beacon Hills. They’re less likely to encounter violence on this road trip than they are by sitting in English class.

His guts still churn as Stiles shouts goodbyes at his dad and settles into the passenger seat with his bag on his lap.

Scott swallows. It’s different this time; Stiles is leaving again, but he’s not disappearing. He’s not ceasing to exist. He’s going to the East Coast to become an FBI agent. While Scott has mixed feelings about that, Stiles had been so excited to be accepted into the program it was infectious.

Scott isn’t sending his dad a thank you note any time soon, but maybe he’ll answer the next time he calls. If he calls.

“Earth to Scotty,” Stiles waves his hands. “We’ll call you when we stop and when we get there, okay, Mother Hen?” Stiles shrugs. “Mother wolf?”

Scott rolls his eyes and reaches through the window to shove Stiles’s shoulder. Stiles grabs his hand and holds it in the car. “It’d be more fun if you came with us.”

It would be. It might ease some of his anxiety if he was there to protect them.

On the other hand, he hasn’t exactly been the protector of the year. Stiles will be safer with thousands of miles between them. At least that's what he keeps telling himself when his stomach drops, knowing he can't be there if something goes wrong.

“I have work,” Scott answers. “Just…”

Scott takes a breath. “I can’t lose you, okay?”

“You’ve always had me,” Stiles answers, squeezing his hand before dropping it."

“Now that’s a threat if I’ve ever heard one,” Lydia interrupts. “If you two are done saying your farewells, I’d like to make the first hotel before dark.”

“I’ll miss you too,” Scott says.

Lydia snorts. “You’d think you two were an old married couple saying your final goodbyes. It’s Washington, DC. Not the Wild Hunt.”

Scott feels like the wind has been knocked out of him. He doesn’t know how she can just say it so casually.

Her features soften. “We’ll be fine, Scott. Nothing on the premonition front. Just a nice, easy road trip.”

Stiles fishes a package of goldfish crackers from his bag.

Lydia narrows her eyes. “Or maybe a long, difficult road trip.”

Scott smiles, even though his insides feel like ice. There are so many ways they can get hurt while driving across the country. And so many more ways to get hurt staying in Beacon Hills.

Scott watches as the car pulls out of the driveway. He watches as long as enhanced vision will let him. He listens as they argue over what playlist to listen to. (Lydia wins, naturally.)

He takes a breath and pushes away the fear. They'll be fine.

He's still relieved that night when the phone rings, and Stiles talks his ear off.

Guidelines for requesting a fic here

[solar-halos]

okay sorry for another yapper post but i wanna talk about diego (from the umbrella academy). it’s like the directors/writers/whoever tf couldn’t decide if they wanted him to partake in machismo culture OR just be a certified bonehead but one thing about him that’s made abundantly clear by like the opening scene is how badly he wants to protect people and i think that’s very sweet. granted, it gets less sweet when he gets egoistical about it and refuses to let other people help (or when he straight up is doing more harm than good), but idk recently i’ve been focusing on the positives. like even in s4 when all the characters were getting assassinated (literally and metaphorically) one scene that stuck out to me was when he was hellbent on being the only driver throughout their road trip so the others could sleep and even though i think it’s so corny whenever men slap themselves i still thought that was a cute lil moment. speaking of the road rip in s4 i don’t think i mentioned this in the longpost i did but what the fuck was up with all that vomit it’s like they let the total drama island writers take over the script that was fucking disgusting

anyway. as i was saying. as increasingly annoying diego has been throughout the seasons i think its sweet that he’s very obviously a protector. ig u could say that’s what he’s trained for but that’s not quite what i mean, like luther is protective too but i think a big part of his development was learning how to back off. i wish diego would have learned to back off too in the sense that he’s more willing to accept help from other people. atp im not so sure what im trying to say :/ hopefully this makes sense though

[w1lted-r0se]

Hey, love your alter packs! Do you think you could help us with a fragment who's been giving us some trouble? She's a protector for her in-sys younger sibling, mid-20s, a feline hybrid (either lion or mountain lion), loves bohemian aesthetics, sweet food/drinks and witchcraft. Lives in a desert in headspace, loves to travel and is pretty physically active. Lvl 3 plus voice claim, theme song and special interests, please? She's been around for a while, but for some reason doesn't really seem to form her own identity/personality. Thank you!

Here you go anon, hope you like!!

also, glad that you like our alter packs :3

Names: Leona, Solis, Marlowe, Kairo, Sahra, Thorne, Liona, Ash, Seren, Lysander, Onyx, Maren, Zephyr, Kael

Pronouns: she/her, he/him, they/them, claw/claws, sun/suns, lea/leas, roam/roams, purr/purrs

Genders: Felinefluid, Bohemegender, Desertmasc, Wanderflux, Leongender, Soligender, Nomadicgender

Age: Mid-20s

Roles: Protector, caretaker, sibling confidant, guide through tough emotions, grounding presence, mentor for self-expression, problem-solver, adventuring companion

Likes: Bohemian fashion, tarot readings, herbal teas, crystals and charms, warm sandy landscapes, sunrises and sunsets, sweet pastries, exploring new places, physical training, campfires, witchcraft rituals, long road trips, photography, stargazing, quiet moments in nature

Dislikes: Feeling tied down, oppressive rules, bitter foods, overly crowded spaces, harsh criticism, cold and damp weather, loud and sudden noises, over-complication of simple things, dishonesty, lack of adventure

Faceclaim:

How they fulfil their roles: By being a steady and attentive presence for their sibling, always ready to step in during moments of danger or distress. They use their knowledge of witchcraft and the desert’s resources to protect and empower their sibling emotionally and spiritually.

Typing quirk: Speaks in lowercase, doesn’t really have one

Sign off: 🦁🗻, 🪴🔮, 🐈🩷

How they act inside the system: Protective, observant, and deeply caring. They frequently check in on their sibling, ensuring they feel safe and supported. They are also a wanderer within the system, exploring other parts of headspace and finding resources or solutions for challenges that arise.

How they act outside the system: Calm and collected, with a quiet confidence that commands respect. They adapt well to different environments, always ready to step up for their sibling or advocate for their system’s needs.

How they would dress the body: Flowy tops, loose pants or skirts, earthy tones with hints of gold and deep red, leather belts with charms, and layered necklaces. Practical yet aesthetically pleasing shoes like hiking boots with intricate designs.

Silly little quirks: Purrs softly when content, always carries a small pouch of crystals or herbs, hums old songs when they think no one is listening, sometimes stretches like a cat when they’re bored or relaxed, has an uncanny ability to find hidden treasures.

Voice claim: A warm, deep voice with a hint of a wanderer’s tone, think calming but adventurous, like a storyteller by the campfire.

Theme song: “Wanderlust” by Nick Leng, “Little Lion Man” by Mumford & Sons, “Desert Rose” by Sting, also think they would like chappell roan

Special interests: Astrology, desert wildlife, bohemian decor and fashion, survival skills, spiritual protection rituals, herbalism, storytelling, desert mythology, and hiking trail maps.

[intothedraft]

Chapter 7: Hey, that's the name of the book!

There's no hours or minutes on the timestamp. Is this because Geviria is underground, so they have a different concept of time?

(While... still following the Gregorian calendar?)

If so, that's kinda cool! Maybe the vanishing timestamps in the earlier chapters was intentional, too? I just figured I couldn't be bothered to keep track.

Staying with Jezirah soon became a chore. She bombarded Layane with questions about life on the Upper World, what Layane thought of Geviria, and – most frequently – Roen.

Rude.

Why is this the focus? How's the search party going? Has Clemant been found?

We're told a bit more about Geviria's security, which is can be summarised as 'there's a lot of guards near Jezirah and G-slur's houses'. They aren't described at all so I'm going to picture them like video game guards standing around areas with long grass and boxes for players to stealth past.

Then we find out those featherless 'servants' show up periodically, and that they are prisoners from the east of Geviria. Apparently the east is 'anti-punishment', so they send all the people they don't want around to G-slur for her to do with them as she sees fit.

I'm... not sure they thought that one through. Isn't the east basically at war with G-slur? And is 'servant' really the right word here?

None of this information is given to us organically. It's just stated. I guess I couldn't find a better place to shoehorn it in.

Then we read that when Layane first arrived at Jezirah's, she kept herself to herself.

Yes, we get this after all the information about the guards and servants.

For the first time since she was lying at the side of the road, she was able to privately release her bottled-up emotions over her little sister’s fate. The first time she was left alone, she cried until her head ached from dehydration. All she could think of was Clemant being tortured, abused, or even dead.

Sounds about right. Poor Layane.

(I still think there are more useful things you could be doing to find Clemant but I'll ignore that.)

Geviria was a strange, timeless place to stay.

Hey, the timestamp thing was intentional!

Layane goes to sleep and wakes up at the same time as the others, but the lighting outside doesn't change. Roen disappears each 'day', and Layane assumes he's off getting drunk. Whenever Layane isn't in her room crying, Jezirah seeks her out to question.

Yes. This was mentioned in the first sentence of the chapter, then there were 400 words of unrelated details about where Layane is staying, in no particular order or current relevance to Layane, and then we finally get back to what the chapter opened with.

I would make fun of myself more for this, but when I edited one of my more recent projects I managed to shorten a 1,000 word chapter opening to one short sentence.

I get it, past me, chapter openings are hard.

The most recent question - “What has Roen been doing on the Upper World?” – pushed her patience to its limits. “I don’t know, being my Protector?” Layane had snapped at her, but she didn’t seem to pick up her tone of voice. “No, G-slur said he went away for a year. What did he do then?” “I have no idea. Ask him.”

Layane very kindly doesn't tell Jezirah that Roen was out trying to drink himself to death. Jezirah then finally picks up that Layane is unhappy with the line of questioning, but thinks it's because Layane is bored.

Only one thing for it: day trip!

Jezirah paused for a while, and then said happily, “We should go to the town!” Layane frowned. “I think I had to stay in the ‘Circle’,” she said. “No, it’s fine!” Jezirah said. “We’ll disguise you!”

Jezirah pulls out a large cloak and throws it over protesting Layane. While the material does technically cover up her missing arms and wings, she looks completely the wrong shape and is very short next to most Gever. Also, Layane doesn't want to leave.

“This... won’t work,” Layane said, turning to Jezirah. “Well, it’s fine! Roen can Protect you...”

Jezirah fetches Roen before Layane can object. He smells strongly of liquor and is clearly wasted, but Jezirah doesn't notice.

Roen sensibly tells the others that they are not allowed to leave, and Layane agrees with him. Unfortunately, Jezirah doesn't accept this, and starts to argue with Roen, telling him that if he doesn't come with them, they will go alone.

This only increased Layane’s apprehension over leaving, but Jezirah was grinning. When Layane looked over at Roen, she could see why; it was the perfect way to persuade him. She was sure that Jezirah was never planning to leave without him, but he did seem worried that she might.

You... do realise you have agency, Layane? Jezirah is only doing this because she thinks you're bored, and you clearly don't want to go, so you can just... tell her that? Firmly? Or tell Roen that, if Jezirah won't listen? The guards? The servants?

Something?

“Fine,” said Roen, throwing his arms upwards. “Fine. We’ll go, okay? But this was your idea, not mine…” Jezirah was elated. “Yes!” she said. “If we get caught – it’s my fault. Yes, that’s fine!”

'If we get caught', which means either:

Bad people who want to kill Layane spot them, and probably try to, you know, kill Layane

G-slur finds out Roen let this happen and is furious with him, and [undefined significant threat]

Are you sure you want the literal eight-year-old, who is the only person who wouldn't be negatively affected if you were caught, to dictate your day, Layane? Because it weirdly seems like you do now!

Also, what happened to all those guards? Can't any of them come? I know Layane isn't supposed to leave, but if Jezirah - as the sort-of leader of this country - wants to go for a stroll, do they not accompany her?

If Jezirah was any happier, Layane was sure she would be jumping around the room. Layane shared her enthusiasm. She did want to see more of Geviria, but this didn’t entirely mask her worry.

Not ONCE did I get the impression that Layane wanted to go to the town. This whole section would have made way more sense if she did.

Jezirah tells Layane that it's okay, Roen's anti-human terrorist family live all the way at the other end of the country!

So, uh, off they go.

They left the house, and headed down the stone path. Instead of following it into G-slur’s complex, they walked around the walls. Layane assumed that G-slur had called the area ‘The Circle’ because of the shape of the wall that fortified her home.

Probably, yeah, but where the fuck are all the guards?

Starting to think the mention of the guards was so random because I wrote this whole chapter and then realised, huh, maybe Jezirah's house needs a bit of security, seeing as she's the leader of a country and all? So I threw in that paragraph without editing anything else.

We get some description of Geviria that's actually pretty cool:

As they followed the path around the circle, Layane could see the huge stalagmites up close. From a distance, they looked normal as they had retained their shape, but now she could see that a winding road had been carved upwards in the rock. Lights were dotted along the road, and Layane assumed that there were small homes within the rock itself. (...) It was covered in the stalagmites, some of which were so large they appeared to be mountain ranges. The Gever had carved nearly all of them out, and adapted them into living areas. In between the clusters of rock, to her surprise, were grassy areas. Some had crops growing on them, and some had smatterings of woodland. As well as the houses built into the rock, small, brick homes were gathered around these areas. They walked past one of the massive rock structures, and Layane saw windows and doors carved into the side. They had wooden frames, and someone – the residents, most likely – had adorned them with the strange, twinkling lights she saw from a distance.

The prose needs some work, but I'm so surprised I actually tried to describe the town that I figured I'd share it.

Turns out the market is on, and Layane and the others join the bustling crowds. Everyone is much taller than her and Jezirah, and Layane hopes the Gever will assume she's a child.

If the Gever recognise Roen and Jezirah, there's zero indication of this. As a reminder, Jezirah is the leader of a country (sort of), and Roen is the ward (?) of another of the country's leaders, and a somewhat polarising political symbol.

No one recognises them.

This would be a good place to go crazy describing the cool, magic shit the Gever are selling at the market, but instead I just say there's stalls with meat, fruit, vegetables, furniture and diamond jewellery.

Yep. For some reason, I put more effort into the Market Scenes in the previous drafts, even if the outcome was very, very stupid. Maybe even while writing this I realised it's a filler chapter.

“There’s a lot of diamonds,” [Layane] said to Jezirah quietly. “Yes. They’re in the walls. Very common here.”

Layane thinks about what some people would do to get their hands on this many diamonds, and we move swiftly onwards. I guess this might have relevance later?

The next stall has a bunch of electronics and other items from the Upper World, and most of the Gever are giving it a wide berth.

Before Layane could ask her anything, Jezirah spoke up. “Some Gever really like human things,” she said. “Some don’t. If you are seen buying some of the stuff here –“ she gestured towards a microwave “- you’d be seen as being lazy.” “Do they just… take it from up there?” asked Layane. “I think they buy it. But it’s still illegal to buy and sell electricity-stuff here, because of humans ruining the Upper World to make it work or something. No one really cares though.”

HA. Fair enough. Although it kinda sounds like anti-human sentiment runs wider than Esconios, Jezirah...

Jezirah goes on to explain that there's no electricity in Geviria, but stalls like this sell generators pre-charged, and will recharge them for a small fee, which means I put more thought into this brief element that probably won't come up again than most of the wider worldbuilding.

Suddenly, Jezirah realises Roen has vanished and gets nervous, because the only thing protecting them from PERIL is the teenage alcoholic who's terrible at his job. Layane sensibly suggests they backtrack and try to find him, and then go home.

“I didn’t know they are letting humans down here.” Layane turned. The voice belonged to an elderly Gever. “You are hiding,” he said. “You should not be here, human.”

Question: did this guy learn English on the off-chance he'd run into a human, so he could be creepy and tell them to fuck off?

Second question: as Geviria is closer to Spain than England, does he also know Spanish for the same reason?

Maybe they still have those potions that help you learn languages faster. Or maybe I forgot the Gevirians have their own language.

Roen returns, carrying a bag that is obviously full of booze, and starts to talk to the man in Gevirian. Hey, this means I didn't forget they have their own language, and that guy can speak English for... some reason. Maybe the guy was at the stall with the human stuff? It's very unclear. Roen then tells the others it's time to go home, before word spreads to G-slur.

“We were fine,” said Jezirah as they walked. “But it would have been better if you stayed with us.”

I'm... not sure that's true, Jezirah.

A few times, Roen shouted something unintelligible to her behind them. [Layane] dared not look back, assuming that a Gever had come up to investigate the supposed human amongst them. She allowed Jezirah to lead her; her hood obscured her view, but she didn’t want to lift it in case the Gever really were watching her.

Quick reminder: there was exactly no reason for this all to happen. The only reason this all did happen was Jezirah thought Layane was bored, when in reality it seemed like she was just upset about her sister being kidnapped and annoyed because Jezirah kept asking her questions.

Without warning, Jezirah grabbed Layane by the shoulders. She felt herself fly backwards, before landing on thankfully soft ground. She couldn’t see where she was, but a sweet, natural smell surrounded her. “What ha…?” She clutched her ear. The sound of her voice seemed distorted, and there was a dull ache at the right side of her head.

Turns out Jezirah teleported Layane away from the path, because G-slur's servants had appeared and are now interrogating Roen. They're far away, but they can still see Roen and the servants, so... why did Jezirah teleport them away, exactly? What does this achieve?

Also, aren't the 'servants' essentially political prisoners? Surely letting them out on their own is a pretty stupid idea? Especially if they've been sent out to speak to the son of their now-dead terrorist leaders?

Jezirah tells Layane they should go home, but stay away from the path.

Layane couldn’t see the logic in not using the path. She assumed that if G-slur knew they had been out, there would be Gever waiting from them at Jezirah’s home. However, she tried to trust Jezirah’s judgement.

Uh... why? Not because of her stellar track record, surely?

Jezirah and Layane return home, and there's still no mention of all those guards that are supposedly there. Roen returns shortly afterwards, tells them it's all good, the servants didn't see Jezirah and Layane (somehow), so I guess it is a good thing that Jezirah teleported them away.

The servants were looking for Roen.

He put his bag down, revealing a large bottle of red liquid inside. “Were they out of vodka?” Layane muttered. Roen looked panicked when Jezirah seemed to be interested in Layane’s remark. He hastily said, “That’s a human spirit” before covering up the wine.

HEY THAT'S THE NAME OF THE

Jezirah asks why the servants were looking for him.

“G-slur wants to see me soon,” Roen said with a sigh.

This reference to G-slur was actually the G-slur. I guess I'd only just changed the name and one slipped through the net.

“They’re going to send some servants to collect me. I guess I’ll get my punishment.” An expression of utter shock crossed Jezirah’s face, and she leapt over to Roen and hugged him. “You won’t get punished,” she said. “You did nothing wrong.” Roen put his arm around Jezirah. “Yeah, that’s right,” he said, but from his worried look Layane could tell he actually agreed with her. He had messed up. He did deserve G-slur’s punishment for it. But Layane didn’t want to upset sweet, ingenuous Jezirah further, so she said nothing.

So to summarise what happened in this chapter:

We find out about all the guards (who never show up)

Layane is upset about her whole situation (but gets over it pretty fast)

Jezirah is annoying to live with (but Layane just goes along with whatever she does)

Jezirah suggests they go to the local town, even though there's no reason to do so, they have explicitly been told not to do that, and they may be in danger if they do (but no one does notice and everything's fine)

Also Roen is about to be punished (and the next chapter opens with Roen going off to be punished, so none of this had to happen)

This chapter would make sense if I was using it to build Layane and Jezirah's relationship, but that doesn't really happen. The chapter opens with Layane annoyed with Jezirah, but being somewhat endeared by her, and basically ends the same way. I could have used it to explore Layane and Roen's relationship, but then he vanishes for most of the chapter. I could have used it to organically introduce Geviria as a country and some wider worldbuilding, but what we learn is very superficial and we've already had several info-dumps worth of information that could have been shared now.

Maybe we'll find the events of this chapter are meaningful later?

Stay tuned!

[spitefulsatanfics]

✦ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ✦

> “I... lost my shoe.” — Sam Winchester

Pairing: Sam Winchester x she/her Reader

Rating: T+ (mild intimacy, swearing, canon violence)

Word Count: 5,632

Tones: young!Sam, fluffy romance, light intimacy, cursed!Sam, reverse damsel in distress, Protector!Y/N

POV: Third person, she/her

Based on: Supernatural Season 3, Episode 3 – Bad Day at Black Rock

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, emotional vulnerability, and a little shirtless Sam

> “This is a cursed object we’re talking about. It’s gonna go south—just a matter of time.”

— Sam Winchester, S3E3

The cursed rabbit's foot wasn't supposed to fall into Sam's hands. It definitely wasn’t supposed to fall out of them. But fate had other ideas—and somehow, so did she.

The sun slung low over Black Rock, Montana, bleeding amber light across crumbling pavement and rusted-out road signs. It was the kind of place people passed through without staying, the kind where trouble lingered like smoke in the bones of buildings. The motel Sam stumbled into looked like it had been built by someone who hated straight lines, the siding warped, signage flickering its final breath.

Inside, Y/N pressed an old cloth to Sam’s hand, now wrapped in gauze that had soaked through for the second time. His normally steady fingers trembled beneath her touch. She knelt before him, their knees nearly touching, the little rabbit’s foot lying innocently beside a pile of first aid supplies on the stained motel table.

“Hold still,” she murmured, though the words came out softer than they were meant to.

Sam flinched as she tightened the bandage, jaw clenching through the pain and whatever humiliation still lingered from his chaotic string of failures since the cursed object first landed in his palm. She’d been there for most of it—his pratfalls, his burned laptop, the loss of his shoe. And now, bleeding and bruised from Bela’s ambush, Sam had finally cracked.

“I can’t do anything right today,” he muttered, voice low and bitter.

Y/N’s hands slowed. She lifted her gaze to meet his.

“That’s not true.”

He gave a dry laugh. “I got us robbed. I lost the foot. I lost my shoe, Y/N.”

Her lips twitched, not in mockery but in some aching, affectionate exhale of disbelief. She reached up to gently brush the damp hair off his forehead. “And still, here you are. Breathing. Stitchable. Infinitely endearing, if I’m being honest.”

His brows rose. “Endearing?”

“I mean, there’s a kind of charm to watching a six-foot-four guy trip over air and still try to act like he’s in control.”

Sam snorted, his laugh rough-edged but real. “Thanks, I guess.”

Their hands lingered—his large and warm against her smaller, steadier ones. For all the chaos the cursed object brought, something about this moment felt carved out of quieter, kinder stone.

---

It started when Bobby sent them to retrieve the rabbit’s foot from a storage unit full of old hunter gear. Y/N had insisted on coming—Sam had only just started trusting her on hunts, despite the fact that she'd already saved Dean’s life twice since the Devil’s Gate opened.

He liked that she was calm under pressure, even more that she didn’t flinch when Dean made a crude joke or when things got bloody. And somewhere between salt lines and shotgun shells, Sam realized she was more than backup. She was safety.

But after the break-in—after the foot changed hands and the curse kicked in—he wasn’t the one protecting her anymore. She was the one shielding him from ricocheting bullets, from slick kitchen floors, from Bela’s snide taunts and thieving fingers.

He hated it.

He hated being the liability.

And Y/N saw that.

---

Later, when Dean left to grab food (or blow off steam, more likely), Y/N stood at the window, arms crossed, watching night bleed across the sky. Sam watched her instead. The motel light haloed her in gold, catching strands of her hair like spun sugar.

“You should be pissed at me,” he said.

She turned slowly. “Why?”

“Because I dragged you into this. I should’ve protected you, not the other way around.”

Y/N crossed the room, sitting beside him on the bed this time. “Sam. If the roles were reversed—and they have been—you wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for me."

He held her gaze. “That’s the thing. You did take one.”

Silence stretched between them, thick and electric.

“Maybe I didn’t pull the trigger that day, Sam,” she said softly, “but I chose to stay. That means something. Doesn’t it?”

He looked at her like she’d just said something holy. And maybe she had.

---

When the curse was broken—Bobby handled that part, along with salting and burning the foot—Sam still felt the weight of it. Not the luck, but the helplessness it left behind. And Y/N saw that too.

The next morning, she found him sitting on the hood of the Impala, shoeless, sipping lukewarm coffee. She had a pair of boots in her hands. Not new, not expensive. But warm, dry, and his size.

He blinked. “Where’d you—?”

“You lost your shoe, remember?” she teased, handing them over. “Figured you’d need replacements. Plus, I liked the way you looked at me just now when I brought them.”

Sam slid them on and glanced up, that boyish smile sneaking its way past everything else.

“Thanks.”

She smiled. “Anytime, Winchester.”

---

They didn’t kiss until the next town. Didn’t share a bed until a week later, when Dean gave them a knowing smirk and took the other room. But the first time Sam touched her face and pressed his forehead to hers, it wasn’t about luck or curses or who protected who.

It was just about her. And him. And the way they always seemed to find each other in the mess.

Even on days when he lost his shoe.

Written by: Little Devil ♡