#sorry to objectify you mate

[protect-daniel-james]

[erissheiress]

Yours

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Warnings: slightly ooc Rhysand and Cassian, kissing, secret relationship, mentions of objectification, mention of Lucien's past, slight angst, fluffy ending.

Summary: Your hidden relationship comes to light, but you won't allow your mate to be disrespected.

Requested by anon

Word Count: 1911

Taglist: @reetriestbr @pandabiiissh

. . .

You blended in seamlessly into the walls of the Autumn Court, your black attire allowing you to blend in with the shadows. Today, however, there was no need for spying, or sneaking around. As your brother’s emissary, you had access to other courts when needed, when Rhysand needed you to represent the Night Court in his place. You had become quite comfortable travelling between courts, making friends with the nobility of some, such as Helion, yet the Autumn Court still sent a slight shiver up your spine.

Perhaps it was Beron’s cruel nature, or his several sons’ objectifying gaze, that made your job so difficult at times, of course not excluding the treatment of your friend Lucien. Not that you’d ever allow your brother or friends to learn of your discomfort carrying out your job in the Autumn Court, lest their protective natures damage the peace between courts. 

This particular task had been quite quick to resolve, a simple matter of deciding better trade routes between the courts, and you were quite content to finish up early, thank Beron for his time, and make your exit. Quick and easy, just as Rhysand liked it.

“Y/N?” Your brother’s voice spoke in your head. “Are you finished?”

“Almost, Rhys, no problems. I’ll let you know when I’m leaving, alright?”

“Okay, be safe, love you”

“Love you too,” you managed to reply before the conversation was cut. You adored your older brother, but a bit more faith in your abilities as a diplomatic emissary would be appreciated. 

You swiftly exited the house, smiling at passing servants that bowed to you as they passed. As far as they knew, you were preparing to leave, to go back to the Night Court. Taking a deep breath, you let yourself winnow to where you wanted to be more than anything.

The woods of the Autumn Court were breathtaking, a palette of colours filling your senses. Here, in the safety of the trees, you finally focused on the heavy weight on your chest, allowing it to melt away. Before you could take a deep breath, another voice filled your mind.

“My love?”

“I’m here, Darling.”

Strong arms encircled your waist in response, pulling you close. “I missed you.”

Turning in his arms, you looked up into the beautiful amber eyes of Eris Vanserra.

Your mate.

His red hair shone in the sunlight being filtered through the foliage above you, his eyes full of warmth as he looked at you, so different to how he usually was around people. 

“I missed you too… it’s getting so difficult to keep the glamour on at all times… it’s beginning to hurt.”

Eris looked at you in concern. “I know, my love, I’m sorry. The bond isn’t supposed to be hidden like this.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Eris.” Reaching up to stroke his cheek, relishing in the feeling of the bond pulse between you both, waves of love pumping through. “I don’t have much time, Rhys will get worried.”

“I know… are you attending Helion’s ball for the courts?”

You nod, resting your head against his strong chest. “Looking forward to it, actually. Will you?”

“In my father’s place, he has no love for social gatherings. Perhaps… we could spend some time together.”

“We will, no matter what, I promise.”

“I love you.”

The words that ring in your mind morning, noon and night. That come with nothing but sincerity.

“I love you too, Eris.” 

Reluctantly, so reluctantly, you remove yourself from his hold. “Kiss me?”

His lips on yours was his response, as you both tried to mask the pain of having to keep your relationship a secret. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Eris,” was all you could muster, before winnowing away, ensuring the weight on your chest had returned before going back to your family.

Appearing in the main hallway, a voice came from your left.

“Y/N? You didn’t tell me you were leaving.” 

“Shit, sorry Rhys. I forgot, I was just eager to leave.”

“It all went well?”

“Of course, brother, some faith would be nice.”

“I just worry about you, sister, the Autumn Court is dangerous.”

“I can handle myself, Rhys.”

“Alright, come, there is food left… if Cassian hasn’t finished it all.” Laughing, you follow Rhysand to the dining room, where Cassian, Azriel, and Feyre sit around. These are your family, you love them, and yet all you really want is for Eris to be part of it, to be accepted as your mate.

As always, his voice rings in your ears. “I love you.”

By the Cauldron, you fucking love him too.

. . . 

With your arm in Cassian’s, you follow Rhysand and Feyre into the Day Court’s gorgeous ballroom. Helion himself greets you at the door, kissing both of your cheeks.

“Y/N, don’t you look ravishing.”

Indeed you did, in a sleek silk dress, a deep forest green, with the jewellery to match. You truly felt confident and beautiful, and most of all, powerful. Only you would know who exactly you were trying to impress.

You felt his eyes follow you across the room, even without the bond. Eris and a few of his brothers stood against the far wall, surveying the room. Eris held a drink to his lips, his eyes on you over the rim of the glass. His gaze was piercing, making your skin feel warm in the best way. His eyes landed on your arm in Cassian’s, eyebrows furrowing in such a slight way that only his mate could notice.

“I’m going to get a drink, I’ll be back.” Unlinking your arm from Cassian’s, he hardly notices as he laughs at something Helion says. Azriel watches you go, but says nothing, unsuspecting. As you intended.

Getting a glass of wine, you let your eyes flicker to Eris, now standing by himself, as many other guests try to avoid him. It sends a surge of annoyance and anger through you. How dare they ignore your mate so easily, he is nothing like his father, as you would learn after nights and nights of whispered promises and tearful secrets, secret meetings whenever you could get away from the Night Court.

Taking a slow sip from the glass, your eyes roam over the room. Various faces you recognised stood out to you, conversing and laughing among themselves. It was your own family that caught your attention. Cassian was by Rhysand’s ear, whispering something that made them both laugh subtly. Then you noticed how their eyes kept straying over to where Eris was standing, still alone. They were laughing at him. Laughing at your mate. A flash of anger surged towards you, pushing you forward.

“What is so funny, brother?”

“”I don’t understand why he would even come, surely he knew he would not be accepted”

“Who?” You asked, feigning ignorance to see what his reply would be.

“Eris. It’s not like Beron is liked, I don’t understand why Eris is here.”

“He isn’t his father, surely the peace treaties have proved that to you.” Unwillingly, the bond opened a little bit, not enough to be noticeable, but enough to feel your mate. Enough for him to feel your anger. Gentle streams of serenity flowed through the bond, slightly settling your nerves.

“We don’t truly know him, Y/N, or like him..” Cassian remarked.

Your fingers tightened around your glass, a sign of how fuming you were. It took an extreme level of self control to bite back the words you wished to say. How dare they make such cruel assumptions about him.How dare they mock your mate, just as much of a loved one as Feyre was to Rhys. Instead, you swallowed them. “Excuse me for a moment,I just need some air.”

You excused yourself quickly, avoiding the slightly questioning looks from your family, walking as swiftly as your dress would allow down the nearest corridor, out of sight from prying eyes. You kept walking, until you found an empty room, presumably a guest room. You sat on the chaise, taking deep breaths, running your hand over your face lightly. 

The door gently opened and closed behind you. “My love?”

“Eris! You shouldn’t be here…” you said, although your actions contradict your words as you wrapped your arms around his chest, holding him close.

“My mate is upset, of course I’m here. What happened?”

“Just my family’s hypocrisy. I love them, I just wish they’d open their eyes. They… were unkind about you.”

“That explains why the glamour faded a bit.. It doesn’t bother me, my love.”

“It bothers me, you’re my mate, you should be as accepted as Feyre is.”

Eris gently kissed your forehead, before tilting up your chin, looking into your eyes.

“Thank you for protecting me,” he whispered, before leaning in and kissing you, holding you close.

“What is going on here?”

Your brother’s voice rang through the room as you and Eris jumped apart, him instinctively pushing you behind him.

“Rhys, I can explain,” you began.

“What did he do to you?” He was fuming, as the rest of the Inner Circle realised what was going on. “What have you done to her?”

“He’s done nothing, Rhysand! Calm down!” This wasn’t your High Lord speaking, this was your brother and you were not going to let him talk to your mate like that. “Eris is my mate, and you will listen to us.” The bond opened, an unmistakable scent that none of the Illyrians could ignore.

“He cannot be your mate, Y/N! I won’t allow it.” Rhysand said, and Feyre visibly flinched, the only one of your family that didn’t look disgusted.

“Won’t allow it?” You said carefully, enunciating each word. His words were the wrong ones to say to a mated female.

“You don’t need to allow anything, my lord. Can’t you feel the bond we have? Do you not realise that I would leave you all to be with him. Like you would for Feyre.”

Your brother flinched at his title being used so bitingly, and at your declaration. “We can’t trust him, what if he’s like his father?”

Behind you, a pang of pain struck down the bond from Eris, staying silent as he knew he could be of no help in this argument.

“Don’t you dare compare him to Beron! You are such a hypocrite, Rhysand, think about our own father. I will not allow you to disrespect my mate, not now, not ever.”

Before Rhysand or any of the Inner Circle could interrupt, Feyre walked forward, taking your hand, your shoulders heaving with anger. “Eris is welcome in the Night Court, as your mate and as one of us.”

“Fey-”

“I am High Lady, my word is law. Y/N, you are my sister, and I can tell that what you have is genuine. It is settled. Come, Rhys, Helion will wonder where we are.”

They looked like they wanted to argue, but a few harsh snarls from you silenced them. Your family slowly left, and you all but fell into Eris’ chest again.

“You were brilliant, my love, truly.”

“They’ll come around, thank the Cauldron for Feyre.”

“I can love you in public now, whenever I want. No more concealing the bond.”

“Never again. You’re my mate, Eris, any obstacles that come we’ll face together.” Pressing your forehead against his, you allowed yourself to relish in the euphoric feeling of the mating bond.

Your Eris. Your mate. 

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

When Love and Hate Collide: Chapter 2

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Assuming it was her luggage being brought up, Y/N hurried to the door. However, as she pulled the door open, she was greeted with the smiling faces of Phil and Rick.

Phil spoke first as he stepped forward slightly, “Wanna join us for dinner?”

“I’m not sure, I was just going to order room service.” Y/N told them. Despite her gentle refusal, Rick and Phil wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

“Come on, we all want you to join us.” Rick encouraged. Noting the sceptical look on her face he soon added, “Joe’s not coming.”

Y/N sighed and looked at the two men’s faces. Knowing that Joe wasn’t going to be there both settled her and upset her. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable around his band mates, so him not attending relieved her slightly. Though, she couldn’t shake the disappointment that he wouldn’t be eating with them. 

In spite of his apparent disdain for her, Y/N still wanted to get to know him. Something about him intrigued her and predominantly, she wanted to know why he didn’t like her. She remembered Rick’s words, but a part of her knew that it wasn’t just because she was new that he didn’t want to talk to her. 

Realising she had been quiet for a long time, she quickly slipped on her heels, which she had previously discarded by the door, and followed the two men down to the hotel dining hall. They all made small talk as they walked and soon enough she was greeted with Viv and Sav smiling at her. 

Phil pulled her chair out and allowed her to sit down before moving to his own chair next to her. Greetings were shared again although it had only been an hour or so since she had last seen them. They all ate their meals and conversed. Y/N found herself fitting in with the crowd and realising that they were just normal men who happened to be famous. 

Saying goodnight to them all once again, Y/N went up to her room. As she stepped out of the lift and onto her floor she almost ran into someone.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry.” She apologised as she looked up at who she walked into. She was not prepared for it to be Joe scowling down at her. Clearing her throat, she wanted to apologise again, Joe being the last person she wanted to annoy, but was stopped by him talking first.

“You really should watch where you’re going, Miss Y/L/N.” 

Y/N quickly nodded at him. “I am so sorry.” 

Joe just looked at her and carried on past her, not giving her another word. Y/N released a breath that she didn’t know she was holding in and went to her room. She knew there was a time difference but she decided to call her best friend. Picking up the hotel phone she dialled the number she knew off by heart.

“Hello?” Y/N heard Bonnie’s voice on the other end.

“Bonnie, it’s Y/N.” She smiled hearing her friend’s voice for the first time in a few days.

“Y/N! Hi, how's LA?”

“Well I haven’t seen much of it yet but my hotel room is great.” Y/N joked. Bonnie let out a playful scoff.

“Okay then. How's the band? Are they as hot in real life as they are on the posters?” 

Y/N let out a laugh. Of course her best friend would come out with something like this.

“Well, I don’t want to objectify them but yes they are.”

Bonnie giggled for a second before turning to a slightly more serious tone. “How are they all treating you?”

“Sav, Vivian, Rick and Phil are all really lovely and have made me feel really welcome.”

“And what about Joe?” 

Y/N sighed. She should have known Bonnie would ask about Joe. She was a big fan and he was her favourite member. 

“Well… I haven’t really spoken to him much, but every interaction so far has been less than positive.”

“What do you mean?” Bonnie asked her, sensing the slight sadness in her best friend’s voice. Y/N went on and explained the entire day to Bonnie.

“I mean I know he just went through a nasty divorce not long ago but that doesn’t explain as to why he doesn’t like you.” 

Y/N released another sigh. “I didn’t know about the divorce but you’re right. It’s hardly my fault. I‘m just a tour assistant. Rick did say something about how it is because I’m new but it feels like more than that.”

“Try not to overthink it, Y/N/N.” 

Y/N nodded, despite knowing that Bonnie couldn’t see her.

“How are you holding up otherwise?” 

Y/N automatically knew what Bonnie was referring to. Last month Y/N walked in on her boyfriend Scott cheating on her and since then had been struggling with wondering as to why he had done so.

“You know it wasn’t your fault he cheated on you don’t you?” Bonnie asked when Y/N had been quiet for some time.

“I know but I can't help but wonder if I could have done anything differently.”

“Y/N, you are perfect, he was a tosser. He had you and he lost you and that is too bad for him. Go and live your wonderful life while he sleeps around and you will end up happier than he could ever dream of being.”

Y/n smiled at her friend's use of the insult and yet again nodded before she verbally agreed. The two talked for a while longer before Y/N decided to get some rest. She also knew it was early morning in England and didn’t want to keep Bonnie up any longer. Although they did both have insomnia and it wasn’t the first time they had been up all night together. 

Y/N decided it would be best to avoid any interaction between her and Joe and just do her job. There was a huge lump in Y/N’s chest when she thought about avoiding Joe but she pushed it aside. She knew that the only thing she could do was go to sleep.

*

The morning came and after Y/N got ready for the day she went downstairs to meet the band for breakfast. She noticed that the group travelling together occupied two tables and there was one seat left available. Next to Joe.

Making her way to the table, everyone but Joe greeted her and she returned their pleasantries. Even swallowing her nerves and greeting Joe. It wasn’t until he heard his name that he lifted his head and nodded once before looking away again. 

Once they had eaten Y/N had taken the opportunity to take out a notepad and get the band to make a list of food items they wanted her to buy for the bus. She made sure that there were vegetarian options as well. The only person who didn’t make an input was Joe. Making a note of it all, Y/N put away her notepad and the group got up moving towards the lifts so that the band could get ready for soundcheck and she could get ready to go shopping. 

On the way out of her room she saw that Joe was getting in the lift again, on his own. Y/N debated waiting for the next one but once Joe turned around he spotted her. He held the door open and waited for her to get in. She hurried herself and entered the lift hoping that she wouldn’t be alone and another band member, or any hotel guest, would join them

However, the doors closed leaving just the two of them in the lift.

[frownyalfred]

Forewarning: this fucker is long, feel free to skip over it

Oh man, I don’t know what you’ve got written for your coral room sequel so far, if anything, but it’s gotten me thinking about Jason coming back and Luthor’s manipulative ass and, whew.

Like imagine, Jason coming back set on revenge, furious with rage at Bruce, hearing rumors about Lex Luther tangling with Batman, and going to investigate. Lex smells him and recognizes Jason, because he’s pack. Jason is immediately like “wtf why are you pack” (maybe with some good ole slut shaming towards Bruce because the pit twists *everything* into a reason to hate Bruce). Lex smells blood in the water and immediately tells Jason that Bruce bit Lex so he could stop the kryptonian from attacking (he neglects to mention which kryptonian). Oh and Jason, Lex thought the two of them were Alphas and locked them in a room and pumped in a rut inducer to get them to fight. If he’d known Bruce was an omega he wouldn’t have done it because you know what happens when an Alpha is reduced to their instincts in a locked room with an omega… and oh Jason, he’s so sorry, but Bruce is mated to Superman now, and don’t you know? dear old pops is pregnant now. What a shame that Bruce didn’t have those kryptonian weapons he’d been stockpiling on him at the time…

Jason, upon hearing that the mating and pregnancy might’ve been forced, turns a 180 in a heartbeat as he sees green. How could he have possibly thought Bruce would have bonded Lex on purpose, when he remembers Bruce fending off hordes of alphas who wanted nothing more than to objectify and mate him? Did he really think Bruce would bond Lex, who he loathes, without some asshole in the mix forcing him to?

Jason can tell he’s being manipulated, but the sheer tidal wave of pit madness buries it and the whisper of “how could Bruce bonding Lex stop a kryptonian?” because now instead of being furiously angry at his father, he’s fucking enraged on his behalf and viciously protective in such a rabid way that it gives him whiplash.

Also I love fics where Bruce is either a woman or shares a role/dynamic with Catherine, because giving Jason daddy issues is great, but how about *double mommy issues*? Especially since in this, he’d be getting the same emotions of “I’m just a kid of a parent who’s doing their best but their spouse is abusive to them and I’m helpless to stop it” except this time, he isn’t helpless, so watch out Clark, not only does Jason hate you for the aforementioned forced mating/pregnancy, but he’s also projecting the ghost of Willis Todd onto you.

Anyways sorry for how crazy long this is. Can you tell that I finished reading coral room and the interlude, got a stray thought, and then lay flat on my back for five minutes staring up at the ceiling as plot bunnies devoured my brain before sitting straight up and typing all of it into your ask box?

I love this anon!!! So much!! @januariat and I have been going back and forth with ideas for the sequel and it’s very much this similar dynamic of an awkward pack trying to figure themselves out and also fighting like angry cats.

I especially agree about Jason coming back pumped full of Pit juices and omegaphobia. He’s torn between blaming Bruce for being weak/making the wrong decisions but also being defensive of him and aggressive toward Clark, the only alpha.

Lex is the funny but awkward element to every single relationship here. Oh yeah him? He’s just that omega Bruce forcibly pack bonded after he tried to kill Superman and start his own super pack. He’s actually not horrible to be around if you give him time (and you’re a fellow omega)

[morgue-xiiv]

for the ask game: Idiot Doom Spiral

OKAY! I been working on this one for a while so it's gonna be great. Really high concept.

This is tough, not because he doesn't have good or bad thing about him, but because like. Everything about him seems like an opinion or vibe based thing. Like okay he's homeless because he lost his keys and ID and couldn't prove he had a right to enter his own home. Is he a fucking dipshit as I've heard many people say or is he a potent reminder of the insane precarity of our lives? I think the latter. Every person I've spoken to about it has a different idea of how he could get into his own house and every one of them runs out of ideas if you say "and if that didn't work?" even a couple of times. Even the game says there should be an obvious solution yet does not provide one. Oh your landlord would let you in. What if you rented through a managing agency and the staff turnover is high so no one recognises you? How would you even CONTACT your landlord? with the phone number you wrote down and carry with you everywhere even if you're on a jog? Oh your staff would let you in at work. Suppose they don't though? Suppose the main point people are on a week long business trip or your security guard says "look man I know its you but I'm not allowed to let you in without ID I could lose my job", you're a grown man so your parents could easily be dead or very far way. my absolute favourite take was "well the supervisor in your building would recognise you!" Yeah thanks Monica Geller, tell me you're American without telling me you're American. Hell, what if all this beurocracy is HARD and lying down on a beach drinking is EASY. That's the real reason, you maybe could get in "if you tried hard enough" but everyone has a limited ammount they CAN try and traumatic experiences like the cops locking you up for asking for help sap that energy Realllly fast. You, too, are probably 4-8 comedy of errors events from homelessnessliness. It blows!

1) He's very invested in his work and doesn't accept anything that falls bellow his standards of excellent BUT his job is predominately hollow overcompensated manipulative bullshit. BUT advertising is art even if you don't agree with the art or its aims. He's focused on his artistic fullfilment rejecting low concept ideas even if he thinks they would be functional effective ads.

2) I seem to recall him rejecting fascism as 'low concept stuff' but I can't find the line now so take my word for it. And I'm not even sure.

3) IDS was a very controversial Tory scumleech who oversaw massive punitive cuts to financial support for the disabled in the UK and it's funny as fuck now to call him Idiot Doom Spiral because they abbreviate the same. (that's meta as shit sorry)

3) he seems to really appreciate the company of his friends but he clearly views himself as "above" them somehow. Buddy, you had a fancy job but you're here in the dirt those are your mates now. coked up marketing exec aint the win over drunken small business owner and professional non-caller of Abigails even when you were society approved.

4) not above a little beneficial fraud. Does however take a pen "for his trouble" without negotiating or revealing that price in advance. But sometimes it's the racist lady's monkey pen so for the love of god yes please take it I hate that pen.

5) TFC: he's supportive if you tell him you're dating Kim

6) I really feel like there's more but he has so much dialogue goddamn

7) oh he refers to his ex as a "sweet piece of ass" the objectifying misogynistic little cumstain.

8) smart enough to not drink medical spirits

9) If you tury to embark on the cocain skull quest he pretty much looks into the camer and says "not unless we the studio get More Money to make a Bigger Game!" and that's really funny. I mean kinda sad now but that meta shit is funny. I guess in narrative he doesn't know that's what he's doing.

10) he's pretty entertaining and can chat shit on all day if you keep him in booze. We all need that friend.

[capybaraonabicycle]

Dragon's teeth🦷 and fire🔥

Thank you so much!! I will send you one, too, if that's alright <3

Still gonna talk about the cat fic because that's on my mind like every day right now.

Teeth: share a snippet that was difficult for you to nail down/required a lot of revisions.

Since I have not really done any proper editing yet, I can give you something I am not happy with yet? I might completely cut it from the work, actually, but it has changed already and probably will again. The main points are

I need to do a lot more research on dyspraxia because I want River to be a little supportive at least and not completely out of her depths like I am feeling

I should maybe not have Ryan talk about Yaz's love life behind her back? I know he's bound to be curious but I think he'd let her have her privacy and try not to get involved unless she asks him to. Idk I might keep it but make River bring her up instead? But like, I also don't think River would talk about Yaz to him behind her back and it could very quickly come off as objectifying - which she definitely isn't above but not with someone like Yaz who she genuinely cares about and who does not know her very well. Teasingly to her face? Maybe. But not behind her back.

"Mate, I'm just not sure I should be shooting a weapon" Ryan admitted. "Not that I don't want to, but - real life isn't GTA and I have not had proper weapons training - not like you or Yaz. And if you're actually going to shoot these aliens - I am not sure I can do that." There was a small pause, then River said: "The Doctor would be proud of you." "Yeah" Ryan said and Yaz could tell her was uncomfortable with the subject but secretly pleased. "Whatever." "I'll just fetch you some defensive weapons then" River decided. "To be safe. And you can be the one to apply the memory stick while Yaz and I distract them." "That means creeping around their station unseen" Ryan figured. "There were a bunch of ledges and ladders there." "I know" River's voice was more gentle than Yaz had heard it before. "But you can do this. You'll take it slow and if you stumble, you get up again. We'll give you plenty of time. Yaz is good in a fight, I can tell." "Thanks" Ryan said. He didn't sound completely convinced, but a tad reassured. For a while they were silent, the only sound their rummaging around, then he asked something that made Yaz's heart stop. "Do you fancy her? Yaz?" "Obviously" River answered. "I have not been subtle, darling." "Sorry if I originally assumed your taste in romantic partners was strange, being married to the Doctor and all" he deadpanned and she laughed loudly. "Be careful, kid, don't disrespect your dad." Ryan spluttered. "I don't think of the Doctor as my dad!" he insisted. "Oh, you do!" River said and Yaz had to bite her hand to muffle her snickering. "I've seen you two together. It's adorable!" "Whatever" Ryan huffed. "Why are you asking about Yaz?" River asked. "Want to give me the shovel talk? You should remember that you're talking to the most dangerous assassin of the 52nd century. I don't think you could threaten me if you tried." "I could hide the whiskey?" he offered. "And I was wrong" River claimed good-naturedly. "See? I know all your weaknesses" Ryan said. "No, but seriously, I'm not giving any shovel talks. I know that Yaz can look out for herself. I guess I was just curious, her being my best friend and all. Don't want her to get hurt. But like, she can make her own decisions, of course. I'm merely ready to hold you still so she can punch you when push comes to shove." "Noted" River said. "You're a good friend to her." "I try."

Mmmhya, Idk. I think there is ample reason for Yaz to eavesdrop on them and I like the opportunity to show them together a little. I like to think that they would be best friends immediately, seeing as how they spent so much time together when River was a cat. So to generally HAVE this scene is a good idea imo. But I'm really unsure about the execution.

Fire: share a snippet with some dialogue you’d like to show off.

To be fair, I am not entirely sure, Yaz would say 'no biggie'. So I might have to look for an alternative there. But I had so much fun writing that bit of dialogue:

"Great" Yaz muttered. "The Doctor's wife has kissed me. No biggie." "And she would do it again if you asked her to" River winked, pushing herself off the clothing rack and past Yaz, closer than would have been necessary. "Come on, darling, let's go save our wife, then!" "She isn't my wife" Yaz called, hurrying after her. River threw a glance over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling. "-yet." "Stop it" Yaz huffed. This was all giving her way more hope than was good for her. "Hah" River tipped her head back again, grinning at the ceiling. "Make me!" Yaz shook her head to herself. "And here I thought you were insufferable as a cat." "Oh, honey, you haven't seen the half of it yet!"

Just to clarify : Yaz loves Siren very much. The 'insufferable' refers to her aggressively shipping thasmin. Also, they haven't actually kissed. I mean, not like that. Really, for a shipping fic there have been precious few kisses so far. (but loads of platonic handholding and platonic (?) cuddling ❤️)

Hope you liked the snippets! Despite one of them being - let's say unfinished. But I am kinda thriving, having sent the Doctor away and giving Yaz and Ryan some time to get to know River before seeing them together. I think that was a good decision, for me personally mostly :)

[thegreatflyinggrayson]

We gonna acknowledge the fact that people objectify you for no fucking reason???

I'm sorry you have to go through that mate.

It's okay, it's a nice ego boost.

Though I wouldn't mind questions about my hobbies every now and then, I know where my strengths lie.

[rosietrace]

hii! hope ur having a wonderful day! I was working on Circe’s profile for the idol AU and was wondering how would Victoria feel about him?? bc they were both a part of Poisoner at some point (also bc I want more Victoria lore because she’s one of my favorite characters lol)

Ooh, this'll be interesting to write about!

Tagging: @starry-night-rose @fumikomiyasaki @nem0-nee @authoruio @sakuramidnight15 @windbornearchon @crazyyanderefangirlfan @twsted-princess @knights-escort @geminiiviolets (You :D)

I'm going under the assumption that Circe and Victoria were in [ Poisoner ] around the same time, so bear with me on this one-

Victoria Shard, Shōri 💎

{ Her opinion on: Circe }

When they first met during her time in [ Poisoner ], Victoria didn't think much of Circe.

To be fair, her main goal at the time was to make it in the idol industry. So really she wasn't all that interested in interacting with her fellow group mates until after their official debut.

For the most part, she got along with Circe. I like to think that he greatly admired Victoria (and still does).

Their harmonies were equally as popular as her harmonization with Vil, and they'd occasionally spend time together writing concepts for future projects.

Those projects never got released.

Circe likely felt bad for Victoria, since she was basically objectified and shamed for being so confident in her body by the fans. And he'd feel concerned when she looked so calm about it.

But she wasn't calm about it. Their words weren't the worst of what she's heard from others, but they still pained her like sharp silver.

When the group reached the height of their popularity (when Victoria was still around, at least), that was when she and Vil started arguing.

Jiyoon(@authoruio) had already been considering retiring, Vil kept accusing Victoria for being ungrateful, and Rook was desperate to assure everyone in the group as well as the fans that everything was running smoothly.

That everyone got along amazingly and that they'd stay friends for a long time.

But then.... That night. The night that had the argument that was the last straw for Victoria to leave. And... That night must've haunted Circe.

All the yelling echoing throughout the halls at midnight, the occasional threats of harming the other, the discourse about something as shallow as popularity.

That was enough of an excuse for Victoria to leave. But before she did, she sent letters for each of the members.

Her letter for Circe was simply:

'To: Circe

Dear Circe,

I'm sorry.

- Victoria'

[loveysmoke6998]

Jealousy- Lo’ak, Neteyam ( how they are when they are jealous)

Lo’ak was often jealous it was obvious since he was always the second choice it would make sense to why we was insecure. But you would never come to think that you’d see the day where Lo’ak would lose his shit in front of you.

You were always the oblivious type. You never understood the “hint” per say but you weren’t stupid. This guy has been following you around all day and has been talking to you non stop. Even when you told him to leave you alone. It was starting to get on your nerves. Men are infuriating if not stubborn then they are stupid and sometimes that are both. This guy was both and it was starting to piss you off, so you went to the only guy that could calm you down. Lo’ak he had just finished training with the Ilu when he saw you walking towards him. This made him beam with happiness and excitement you were truly the highlight of his day. That’s when he heard the guy outwardly flirting and making inappropriate comments towards you. Him and his brother were disgusted by what this man was saying does he have no shame. I mean you could clearly tell that you were uncomfortable with the situation and you were trying to get away from him. That’s all it took. Lo’ak was now boiling in rage as this man kept following you and talking to you like that.

“Hey dude come here I have something to show you it’s about _______ over there” now you were confused he was playing along with the other guys antics. Nevertheless you still stayed beside him.

“Hey bro I know you think your hot shit but I’m her fucking mate and I’m telling you to fuck the hell off bitch!”

“And… what you gonna do to me forest boy” that’s when the guy got punched in the nose. Neteyam a little disappointed that his brother would really stoop that low and hit him. However that guy was deserving of it so just for the hell of it Neteyam joined in as well. Now the both of them were kneeling in front of there fathers disappointed stare.

“Out of all the irresponsible children out there why would mine need to be this stupid as to fight someone they didn’t know in a territory that isn’t theirs?!” His father said glaring at them but before he was gonna reprimand them even more I came in. I looked furious while pulling the man by the ear yelling at him for getting Lo’ak and his brother in trouble.

“You think your so fucking funny then tell them the truth of what happened you pretentious prick!”

“It was my fault I thought it would be funny to see how’d they react to me flirting with ______. Your son was acting to protect ______ I was making very inappropriate comments about them. Sorry…”

“Ughhhh,… listen you guys are my sons and I love you dearly and I also understand why you did what you did now but please just try to be peaceful with the people here.” Jake said now regretting yelling at them.

“Yer sir” the both of them nodded still avoiding looking at their father. (Lo’ak is a jealous Navi but he’ll do anything if it means protecting you even if that’s his life)

(. This takes place in the forest )

Neteyam he wasn’t typically the jealous type knowing that you could handle yourself, but there is one thing that he absolutely despises. That specific thing would be catcalling. He finds it disrespectful and objectifying.

Today was your second year anniversary you two were going to celebrate it by spending the day with the tree of souls. So you two woke up earlier to start heading back to the forest on your Ikran. You two were just minding your own business joking around and enjoying each others company. That was until you heard a whistle.

“Damn ______ looking fine as always” says Aonung looking you up and down as if he was undressing you with his eyes.

Neteyam now being infuriated grabbed you by the waist possessively and moved you to the other side. Now blocking Aonung view of you. He reacted quite calm to the situation but despite that you could always see a certain glint in his eye when he is jealous. If not then he’ll have a scowl on his face. With that you both got on your Ikran and left to go to the tree of souls forgetting about Aonung’s childish antics.

[lovedetlost]

During my puberty period I get sexualized a lot because I had a very developped chest and butt. Creepy old man were lusting over me and my school mates, girls and boys, were commenting on my body. So I became unconfortable in my skin and fall in eating disorder. I didn't get the chance to discover my body or my sexuality because of how I felt objectified.

Now reading smut and fanfiction is helping me with wanting to discover this part of myself but I want to do it with fictional character like Rafe

I hope I'll find my Rafe (not with the crazy psycho side). Someone who will value me and respect me as a person, as a woman. Who will teach me everything and makes me feel wanted and loved in a noble way.

Thank you for reading my asks and for your advice.

You are so kind with us

Also, you are HOT !

DARLING WHAT?! i’m so sorry this happened to you. oh this breaks my heart. no one should have to experience that. your reaction was totally valid, but i’m so sorry you had to feel that pain, and experience the weight of that while still so young.

i genuinely have found smut and my vibrator to be an integral part of my self love and personal growth. seeing what turns me on, how i best want to be loved both physically and emotionally. it’s such an important lesson.

i have full faith that you will baby. those people do exist. i’ve not dated them haha, but i’ve been very lucky to watch my friends fall in love and marry men who are obsessed with them.

darling it’s truly my pleasure! to be able to talk to and give advice to y’all is my favourite aspect of this website. its an honour, truly. thank you for coming to me.

omg thank you! self love and confidence and fake tan and learning what clothes suit me and how to do my makeup have brought me here hehe

[academicdisasterfic]

Hi!! I can't believe i'v been reading your works for so long and didnt know it was you. Sourdough literally got me back into reading fics. i love it and you. Can i please request prompt 16? It just screams drarry to me.

Hi there! I'm sorry this has taken so long - I wanted to write something perfect for you, because this ask truly meant so much to me, and I looked at the prompt and...I was like, this actually feels like a Sourdough love declaration to me. When I ended the story, there was a little epilogue, but not the moment Harry actually told Draco he loved him.

So here you go - a little Sourdough missing scene. I hope it makes you half as happy as this message made me xx

You can find Sourdough here.

16. “How you made me fall in love with you is still beyond me.”

'Draco?'

'Hello Hermione! How are you?'

'Draco...' Hermione's face flickered in the Floo. 'It's four in the morning.'

'What? No—it's definitely past six—oh. You might be right.' Draco looked over to where his tiny clock perched on top of his fireplace. 'Is now a bad time, then?'

Hermione sighed, something deep and long suffering. Rude, really, since they were less than three months into friendship. It should have taken her at least a year to get to the "this man is a maniac and I am now stuck with him" point.

'No,' she said, resigned. 'I'm up now. Why are you up?'

'Excellent question. Well, you see, I was writing a scene for St Clair—'

Forty five minutes later, both Hermione and Ron were nursing cups of tea in Draco's living room, nodding along blearily.

'—and so then I told Mark that if he wants to be a heterosexual man who edits romance books, he really needs to understand the concept of rimming—he had a very good weekend with his girlfriend, apparently—'

'—mate, I do really owe you for getting us onto that with the last book—'

'You're welcome, Weasel,' Draco beamed. 'Okay, the thing is, I actually finished it last night—the entire book—and I realised that I want to put Harry in the dedication because I'm quite desperately in love with him, etcetera, but I use a pen name, and we don't have any cute nicknames, and I feel like initials are so impersonal, and then I started worrying because maybe putting a dedication in a book is a bit too much for a new relationship, and—what?!'

Ron had collapsed his face into Hermione's shoulder, clearly trying to muffle his giggles, his shirt riding up and revealing his stupid perfect abs. Hermione had her bottom lip caught between her teeth, looking at Draco with a mix of exasperation and fondness.

'So,' she began, trying and failing to smother a laugh, 'you needed our advice on a book dedication? At four in the morning?'

'Well.' Draco crossed his arms over his chest. 'When you put it like that, it sounds a bit stupid.'

'Oh, love, no!' Hermione reached out for one of his hands, and Draco took it, trying to stop the blush creeping up his neck.

'I'm sorry. This is insane, isn't it?'

'No,' Ron said, quickly sobering. 'No, you're not insane, Draco.'

'You know we're always here to help with your spirals,' Hermione said, and Draco winced.

'Ah.' He looked down at his hands. 'Yes. Well.'

'Have you slept?' Hermione asked kindly, and Draco reluctantly shook his head.

'Go to bed, mate,' Ron said, clapping him on the shoulder. 'Mum's got Rose, 'Mione's got to go to work, so I'll stay here.'

'I feel slightly idiotic,' Draco said. 'But it just—he was here for the whole of this, really, him and his stupid bread—'

'Bed,' Ron said, kindly but firmly. 'We'll talk when you wake up, yeah?'

~

Draco could—begrudgingly—admit to feeling better after a nap, particularly when Ron woke him up with tea and toast and he got another peek of Auror abs as Ron reached across his pillows. At this point, it was genuinely unclear whether he or Harry had the bigger crush on Ron, but he did make a point of wolf-whistling as Ron tugged down his shirt.

'Stop objectifying me,' Ron grumbled, settling next to Draco with his crocheting. Draco didn't know how to adequately express to Ron and Hermione how much they'd helped him, these past months; how the way they cared for him, simply and completely, settled something deep inside his chest.

'We all objectify you,' Draco told him flatly. Ron sighed.

'Yeah.' He poked his tongue slightly out the corner of his mouth as he wound more wool around his hook. 'You know, I don't think you should worry so much about the dedication. Harry won't care.'

'Hmm.' Draco studied his toast, nibbled at the crusts. It was Harry's, of course - salty and tangy and perfect, slathered to the corners with butter and jam, just as he liked it. 'Do you think it would freak him out?'

'What?' Ron's head snapped sharply to the side, his eyes narrowing as Draco avoided his gaze and reached for his tea. 'Mate, he bloody worships the ground you walk on.'

'Oh.' Draco fought down a blush and stared into his tea. 'You think?'

Ron sighed. 'And we always called Harry oblivious.'

~

'You okay?' Harry asked immediately as he walked through the door, taking Draco's face in his huge, calloused hands and kissing him. Draco whimpered and returned the kiss, winding his arms around Harry's neck, inhaling the scent of bread and sugar on him. 'Ron said he was here with you today.'

'Ah.' Snitch. 'Yeah. Just a little wobbly.'

'You okay now?'

'Yes! In fact.' Draco turned and marched towards his awful kitchen, where about fifty different folders and notebooks were spread out, Draco's scrawls taking up the entirety of the bench. 'I have to talk to you.'

'Uh huh,' Harry said carefully, eyes stuck on the mess in front of him. 'What do we have here?'

'My next book!'

'Really? Sweetheart, that's brilliant.' Harry's smile was so endearing, utterly genuine and sweet, and Draco melted.

'It's a bit different, but I want you to hear me out.'

'Alright.' Harry smiled gently and propped his chin on his palm, staring at Draco with that devoted intensity he didn't ever think he'd get used to.

'So,' Draco cleared his throat. 'In the sixteenth century, there was a witch called Loveday. Before she was born, a prophecy was told: only the most worthy would win her heart.

'Loveday was born at Tintagel, and grew up on the Cornish coastline. She met many suitors, wizards who travelled from around the world to prove their worthiness, but none were focussed on her heart.

'So Loveday grew tired of meeting suitors. She began to withdraw more and more, spending her days by the ocean. She felt that her prophecy had become a burden, that it had precluded her from ever finding someone who could see past what she could offer them; someone who just loved her, without the glory attached.

'Then, one day, a mermaid washed up on shore. She had been evicted from her clan, and she was scared and unused to the human world. Loveday took her immediately to her cottage and kept her in a bathtub, where she healed and they learned each other's languages.

'The mermaid was called Ilya, and she slowly started to shed her scales, and her legs began to emerge, and soon she was walking. She never left Loveday's side. One day, Loveday realised that her heart was no longer her own.'

Draco paused, looking at Harry's raised eyebrows, his bright eyes, the way he was listening to every word.

'Loveday and Ilya lived to the end of their days in Tintagel, and walked into the ocean together when their time came. It is said that their ghosts greet those who visit the shore. It was the first queer love story permitted to be published for young wixen, in 2003, after the Muggle laws changed.'

Draco inhaled. 'I want to retell it. I want to visit their ghosts. And I want to get out—of here, of this place, of this rut I'm always in, terrified of this city and how stressed it makes me. I'm going to move. I want you to come with me. And I know it's only been a few months, but you know that I'm desperately in love, would marry you tomorrow, want your babies, so on and so forth—at this point I have to say that you're quite unavoidably stuck with me, I cannot feasibly see a way in which I would survive without you or your hot friends—and I know you want to eventually end up in Godric's Hollow, which is in the same area, so really it just makes sense, and okay I maybe panic spiralled today because I want to give you a dedication in this current book and I didn't know—whatever, the point is, I realised I wasn't stressed about the dedication, but rather that I'm not sure you realise I'm ready to be better, for both of us, and I want to give you something, and I think a peaceful life is exactly what you deserve.

'And I want to write this story about Loveday and Ilya because they were happy, and you make me happy, and it's not really groundbreaking or earth-shattering or dramatic, but that makes it perfect, because simple happiness can be so hard for queer people to be allowed, but we can make it, and we can write it, and bake it, and I just—'

'You're an idiot,' Harry said softly, getting up and taking Draco's face between his hands.

'An idiot—' Draco spluttered with indignation, quickly smoothed over by Harry's lips, the feel of his smile stretching across his cheeks.

'Yes.' Harry pulled back and looked at Draco seriously. 'How you made me fall in love with you is still beyond me.'

'You...' Draco took a moment to process the words. 'You love me?'

'How could you possibly think otherwise?'

'Well, I just asked you to move across the country and you still haven't given me an answer—'

'Yes. Of course it's yes, sweetheart, you're the bloody love of my life. And a complete nutter. Did you really wake my friends up at four in the morning?'

'They are my friends now too,' Draco sniffed, haughtily burrowing his face into Harry's shoulder, and Harry chuckled a little, pressed a kiss to his hair.

'I love you so much,' Harry said, and his words were so measured, so gentle. 'My heart stopped being my own the day you walked into the bakery.'

[dav3katz]

dirk general nsfw hcs?

Would like to apologize I clearly have a bias and that bias is wanting dirk to be a stupid slut thank u LMFAO

Also I mention a dick being in him, but that can still mean you have a strap on or something if ur not amab LOL

And also idk if I should put some warnings for certain kinks? I don’t write about triggering kinks (like noncon or cnc) so idk ! Let me know

Dirk NSFW hcs

- not to objectify dirk strider but I’m gonna say it . He’s a whore . Plain and simple this guy is an actual slut I would call him so many fucking names to truly describe this . It is ridiculous

- could imagine switch, he wants you anyway you want him, and sex for him is typically about pleasing you rather than himself

- so giving you oral? Fucking loves that shit, he loves knowing he’s pleasing you and he could get off of that alone honestly.

- he kinda likes being degraded as well? Oh my lord just make fun of him

- a lot of loud whining and whimpering oh my god

- and he cries a lot believe it or not like wow he is almost never emotional but when you guys are having the most loving and intimate sex he is crying his eyes out (in a good way)

- lotsa I love you’s, even if the sex isn’t as loving or more kinky, he needs you to know!!

- cue doja cat playing while you fuck, I’m so sorry guys

- he’s impatient, when you’ve got him going anyway, don’t keep him waiting or tease him for too long he gets all grumpy and lets out a lot of “please I need you!!”

- but also at least he’s not thinking about being too selfish just because he wants a dick in him lol

- likes mating press a lot

- also gets horny a lot? So if you don’t get horny as often he can get himself off it’s fine

- if not though sex happens so often, usually likes the bedroom but is literally fine with anywhere in the damn house if he’s desperate enough

- and purposely teases you and tries to get you in the mood

- sometimes dirty talks, doesn’t do it often because it’s totally planned (because he has no idea what he’s doing) and he’s trying to sound as cool and sexy as he possibly can

- did I mention loud? Cause he’s very loud. Never have sex with him when other people are in the house even when they’re sleeping they’re going to hear.

- he likes facefucking . A lot . But like . He wouldn’t do it to you? Yknow? He’s just a whore

- speaking of likes being called slut, whore, etc.

- Slap his ass. He lets out a noise everytime

- generally loves kisses at his neck, but a good way to turn him on is kissing the collarbone

- usually falls asleep quick after sex because he’s most likely just letting all that energy out during the session or whatever like he’s always very exhausted afterwards and most likely needs some aftercare <//3 take good care of your boy

[ladyelain]

It’s easy to claim "haters" are disgusted by Az being horny. And everybody is just blind because there’s so much more to it. There is indeed more, and that’s where it gets problematic.

The issue is not Az objectifying Elain sexually. He’s not a pervert. Their physical attraction is consensual.

He degrades her as a person by repeatedly expressing his frustrations about how he deserves a mate. How he deserves a mate like his brothers’ mates. This is canon. Those are Azriel’s words.

The way he talks to Rhys is delusional, and whoever claims the opposite isn’t thinking straight either, sorry. This has nothing to do with liking or disliking his character. Everything coming from his mouth in that scene makes straight up 0 sense.

Question.

How do you come to think a mated female would be your mate?

How do you come to question the exact same holy bond you so desperately want for yourself?

Waiting for answers. I know mine. There’s a list of non-offensive adjectives I won’t name now because people can’t face criticism. Romantic is not on the list.

I like Azriel for one thing and that’s his potential for character growth. The character I read about in the books I find intriguing because he is controversial and relatable to some degree. Some people’s fandom Az makes me uncomfortable af as a woman. Defending his behaviour no matter what is just not okay. Liking a character goes hand in hand with acknowledging their flaws.

For E/riel to have potential, Azriel would need to acknowledge and accept her bond with Lucien. He would need to make his peace with Lucien. Because deep in his heart he’d know Lucien wouldn’t stand between him and Elain. Because their feelings go as deep as a mating bond. He’s behaving the exact opposite for what? I am asking. For. What.

[trashytoastboi]

HI! I SAW UR POST ABT OMEGA LUFFY SANJI AND ZORO WITH AN ALPHA S/O, WHAT ABT ALPHA LUFFY SANJI AND ZORO WITH AN OMEGA S/O EHHEH I LOVE UR WORK

Heyya🍀 thank you so much! And Tumblr blooped and gave me a heart attack. Sorry for the long wait and hope you enjoy😅~

(Gender Neutral)

Headcanons: ABO AU! Alpha! Luffy, Alpha! Sanji, Alpha! Zoro x Omega S/O

Monkey D. Luffy

🍖Just a light hearted alpha who appears unconcerned with all the politics of where alpha’s, beta’s and omega’s should stand in society. He completely disagrees with the structure of that and believes it should be based on the individual, which is why his crew has such a variety, not like the majority who aim for alpha dominated crews. And in fact encourages his omega to be a little more outgoing, and confident in themselves. Only time he prefers to keep them close is when it could be dangerous for them but even then, Luffy will protect them.

🍖When he sits on his special seat while sailing, {Name} is guaranteed to be right there alongside him. Luffy is very affectionate and constantly scenting his omega. Whether intentional or unintentional, most of the time, by scent alone people assume its Luffy coming into a room, to discover {Name} instead.

🍖Not an extremely possessive alpha unless another alpha tries to make a move on his omega, then Luffy makes sure everyone knows who they belong to.

🍖As it is, Luffy is incredibly protective over his crew, and over his friends. Being his omega does put them on a very high priority for protection in Luffy’s eyes.

🍖There have been a lot of moments when Luffy was faced with hard decisions, or painful situations and he often has to be strong as the captain. Not always allowing his weakness to show, which why being able to take comfort in {Name}, just having them in his arms calm him down. Both as an alpha and as their mate.

🍖Does not mind alpha’s from his crew being around {Name}, unless {Name} has a heat that is quite close. Then Luffy prefers everyone to stay away from his omega.

Sanji

🍽Gentle, Sanji over all is a very gentle alpha which makes people misunderstand and think that he is a beta. He also has the tendency to be a bit insecure, due to his past family situation. Sanji takes care to always look after his omega and refuses to objectify them like many have done. (Honestly, he is probably the sweetest alpha)

🍽It provides a lot of security for Sanji when his omega is wearing his clothes, or scented by him. Also has a very strong yet delicate scent which is calming for {Name}.

🍽Sanji can be possessive, but is subtle about it. Often times it can make him anxious and insecure and instead of forcing his possessive urges on {Name} sometimes he will deal with those feelings by himself. Until his omega reassures him that it’s okay for him to show that they are his.

🍽You’ll never see him angry until it comes to protecting his omega and fellow crewmates. That’s the scary side of his inner alpha when seeing someone hurting {Name} or causing them any form of discomfort.

🍽However whenever he can, he is affectionate with {Name}, enjoys nuzzling and when they kiss him. (Really, having his omega initiate a kiss makes him get all those fuzzy little butterflies in his stomach)

🍽Trusts the alpha’s on his crew, minus Zoro (mostly because, just because – he doesn’t really have a reason to distrust him) and will often growl if the Marimo is too close to {Name}, and prefers other alpha’s not getting close. Mostly because other scents around {Name} can really bother Sanji.

Roronoa Zoro

⚔For the most part, Zoro appears standoffish but he is very attentive and watchful. While he does not typically have his omega at his side constantly, Zoro does have a protective gaze that follows them and never turns them away when they do want to nestle into him.

⚔Very robust scent, it can be a bit smothering, but that’s just Zoro. Luckily due to that, his scent is enough to chase away any alpha’s dumb enough to try anything with his omega, minus the few really brave (stupid) stragglers that come along.

⚔Revisiting his standoffish nature, do not let it deceive… Zoro is very possessive over {Name} and can act on those urges to make sure everyone knows that {Name} is his omega and his mate. If he feels that it is necessary Zoro will throw an arm over {Name} and not let them go anywhere without him.

⚔Unless one wants complete annihilation in this life and probably even the afterlife, it is not wise to anger Zoro with threats to {Name}, nor trying anything unsavoury. Zoro will legitimately lose his shit, and it will be a terrifying experience for everyone involved (Mostly for those on the receiving end of his swords)

⚔When together, especially while alone. Zoro can take on a seemingly uncharacteristic gentleness with {Name}, tenderly holding them close to him while he scents them. Planting kisses on their neck and nuzzling, just comforting and reassuring them.

⚔Zoro practically growls at every single alpha minus Luffy that looks in {Name’s} direction, he knows that they are amazing and there is no better omega. Which is exactly why he refuses to let anyone even think of stealing {Name}.

[newtonsheffield]

more jealous!anthony with an oblivious kate?

Everyone really seems to like jealous!Anthony huh? Do you wanna hear about when Anthony went to Kate’s university reunion? 

Anthony looked around the room a little interestedly, he’d never been to the University of Lincoln before and he was more than a little curious as to where Kate had spent her younger years. Kate was standing a little distance from him talking to her friend whose name Anthony was a little embarrassed to say he didn’t quite remember, Caitlin? Maybe? And Anthony felt a little proud as he watched his beautiful wife, happily engrossed in whatever she was saying, her hands flailing around a little wildly and smiled. He knew that Kate was feeling a little self conscious about herself having just given birth to Edmund six months ago, but she was truly stunning, even in this dim lighting, she hadn’t even wanted to  come tonight saying  “Anthony, I really don’t want to stand in a room with a bunch of people I haven’t seen in nearly ten bloody years, especially looking like a whale!” Anthony had scoffed and it had taken him a good 90 minutes in their bed to convince her that she certainly looked nothing like a whale. 

Anthony shuffled his way over and she heard Kate’s friend whisper, 

“Honestly though Kate, I can’t believe you’re married to Anthony Bridgerton, you lucky bitch! He’s... jesus christ. And the way he looks at you is...” Kate laughed brightly and said

“Mmmm god, Don’t let him hear you say that! His ego is certainly big enough.” 

Anthony had stopped, still some feet from Kate. Not eavesdropping, that would be undignified of course, it just seemed a little awkward to pop up out of nowhere when they were clearly discussing him. A man whistled next to him, and Anthony started a little, too focused on Kate to have seen the man approaching. The man was standing, his shoulders squared making him just slightly taller than Anthony, running his hand through his blonde hair, his square jaw set, his eyes trained on Kate, darting around appreciatively. 

Anthony instantly felt a spark start in his chest, an ugly, angry little emotion. His brow furrowed. 

“God, she still looks amazing.” the man whispered appreciatively to Anthony, who was now eyeing this man distastefully. What kind of man said that to a perfect stranger. Anthony huffed.

“Caitlin?” Anthony said, hedging his bets, more than a little hopefully. The man scoffed. 

“No, Kate Sheffield. God, she was always pretty fit, but she’s really filled out in some of the key areas, you know what I’m saying?” This infuriating man turned to Anthony clearly looking for camaraderie.  Anthony stood, stony faced, anger flaring in his chest. 

“We fooled around a little, but I think it’s time I manage to seal the deal.” And he had such an infuriating smirk on his face that Anthony had to clench his fist to stop himself from punching it right off his face, even as the jealous monster in his chest screamed for retribution. He was sure there was a look of pure hatred etched on his face as he listened to this man objectify is wife, the mother of his child. The man suddenly seemed to take Anthony in, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Sorry, Mate, You look familiar but I can’t remember you name. I’m David Warner.” He smirked, holding his hand out Anthony stared down at it disgustedly. And at just that moment, wonderful amazing Kate looked up and called out.

“Anthony, Honey, stop standing over there awkwardly and come talk to me!” 

Anthony felt the monster in his chest do something startlingly like a purr, and his anger ebbed away. He turned back to David, with a smile on his face feeling awfully smug at the suddenly anxious expression he saw there. He finally took David’s hand, squeezing it very tightly

“Anthony Bridgerton. And She’s Kate Bridgerton, now. Mate.” 

Anthony walked over to his wife, and swept her into a very demonstrative kiss 

[archerincombat]

Sleepover weekend: favourite movies (desi or otherwise), and fmk Buck Eddie and Ravi (the three 118 probies 😝)

ooh okay! i feel like i used to watch a lot of movies and now i just rewatch old ones. so these are all pre-2015 (omg not 7 years ago shut up). okay these are mostly bollywood movies oops sorry.

student of the year (it's so bad but i eat it up and for what)

zindagi na milegi dobara

bahubali (yes, the tamil dub. i am very tamil i will watch the tamil dub)

lagaan (10/10 worth all hours)

sholay (the 1975 one ONLY. this was GAY and you can't tell me otherwise)

dead poets society (love her)

crazy rich asians is fantastic (like, minus the awkwafina of it all)

for the second question...you mean fuck marry KISS right?? i am not killing any of them!!

f-buck, m-ravi, k-eddie whoops sorry to objectify you there buckaroo but ravi and i are soul mates

sleepover weekend!