#strong ALL-den guy personally

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people keeping replying to my old alden pronunciation post so I'm going to turn it into a poll :)

Note: this is specifically about the AL part of his name. disregard how you pronounce the DEN when selecting your answer unless its vital. elaborate on it in the tags if you'd like, though

if we'd had polls then I would've used them, but I'm making up for it now.

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Yans (Or Yan(s) of your choice) reacting to discovering their darling is secretly a femboyysuhshbhbw s sbshshs a... ddhsja.. dkdjoa. .. .a .a... a.. (I was executed for my crimes)

Darling is a Femboy?!

All my OCs x Femboy! Reader

Note: Femboy meaning “feminine presenting boy” not an insult to trans women guys!! I promise i love you guys!!

CW: Weirdo behaviour from some of them!!, Reader is called feminine terms, Male Reader, a few nsfw themes (implied or minor)

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Secretly likes it : Adrian, Bo, Jasper, Victor, Baron, Wolfie, Axel

Doesn't show it much but he absolutely loves the way you look! So soft and feminine and cute, he fantasizes about you a lot because of it. Those clothes whether it's big or tight on you, it turns him on so much!! He loves letting you borrow his clothes that are always way larger than you and seeing your legs or midriff peek through. He'll steal your clothes once in a while and just take big whiffs of it and imagine your soft squishy thighs wrapped around his body while he hugs you close. As much as he want to feel it for himself, he'd rather let you initiate the intimate action first

🖤 Adrian makes fun of you for it. I mean you're so girly! You probably comb your hair with a dumb brush like a barbie or something? Do you use strawberry scented shampoo too you sissy? hahah...no seriously what do you use you smell so good. A-and whats with the clothes huh? You trying to like seduce him or something lol because its working

💀 You make him weak in the knees!! Bo has a habit of showing off his strength to both you and the horde, but with you all dressed up for him, he makes sure to flex and stand up straighter more often. Please praise him!! Tell him how strong and handsome he is!! He's too shy proud to beg but oh my god if you do it on you own accord he's gonna melt.

🥀 Fantasizes the most. Jasper has a diary that he'd rather die than show you thats full of entries all about you, how much he'd want to hold your soft hands, have you on his lap with your legs wrapped around you so he can have his hands on your precious thighs, or better yet he'd be inbetween them as you squeeze hard in your prettiest thigh highs- I mean what i me-

🌙 Think's about you drinking someone's blood in a beautiful black dress full of bows and lace. You'd look absolutely adorable all dolled up and covered in blood! Victor's salivating just thinking about it~! But of course he'd never tell it to the others, they'd make fun of him until sunrise or perhaps stal his own personal fantasy from him!

♠️ Steals your clothes the most. Any clothing item that's gone in the laundry's gotta go through Baron first, for security purposes of course! He's gotta make sure there aren't any trackers or bugs in there! also gotta take a quick whiff of it to make sure no one sprayed some kind of toxin or poison on you hahah...god you smell so sweet...

🍂 Why must you be so adorable!??? Wolfie can't help but want to cover you in all the soft hides and blankets he has in the den. He loves crawling under your oversized hoodie to give you kisses and licks while feeling your small warm body <3

🎸 Axel thinks you're the cutest/hottest thing to ever exist. He's the type to swoon over every single thing you do. Seeing you drink a pink berry smoothie makes him all red, Catching you readjusting your clothes and seeing a bit of your body is taking him to the ER from a bleeding nose. He'd never force you to dress in a certain way but oh my god imagine you in a baby rock outfit, all dressed up in punk clothing yet full of ruffles and bows and everything AAA!! He's a sucker for seeing you do the most metal stuff while dressed in soft pastel clothing.

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So cute!! : Brandon, Screw, Soda, Kalva, Silas, Caspian, Ashvan

Absolutely adores you!! He swoons, gushes, coos over how cute you are to whoever entertains the thought. If they find anything they think you'd like, doesn't matter how expensive it is, he wants to make you happy! Perhaps you'd reward him with a kiss? He's gotta buy this asap!!

🏈 Brandon's actually beggging the cheerleading squad to let you join please pleasee!! He wants to see you cheer him on during games!! He'd be practically drooling over you, even more if he'd think about how you'd look in a short cheerleading skirt and..no stockings~..hopefully he can buy a cheerleading outfit for you even if you're not in the squad..

💀 Screw and Soda both melt whenever you're around. They both love physical touch so they find a lot of comfort cuddling and nuzzling into you. That comfort is multiplied by 100 with you dressed up all cute and pretty. They love it when you wear your shorts. They drag you over to the bed so one of them can cuddle you with your legs on their shoulders and the other hugging you from behind.

🪶 Lovely lovely lovely!! You're so lovely!! It's like how males use bright colors to attract a mate. Your adorable pastel colors or fluffy soft clothes make you irresistible to Kalva! He loves it more when you wear clothes that show skin, it lets him feel his mate easier! You're so soft and smooth and aaaa so so small and cute! He's able to scoop you up and pull you close with his wings. No need for all that covering! Your mate will keep you warm! It's his excuse for wanting to bury his face in your chest

🌙 Silas loves you no matter what you want or wear, but of course whatever you choose to take interest in, it'll affect Silas greatly. With you being a femboy for instance, he becomes much softer towards you, always cooing or holding you close like a fragile doll. Whatever praises you want to hear, he'll say it. You want to be pretty? Well then you're the prettiest, most precious boy he's ever seen, no mortal can ever be as pretty as you my darling little turtledove~!

🌊 Literally no one will ever be as pretty as Caspian but OH MY GOD YOU'RE ADORABLE!!! He offers, no, BEGS to pamper you as much as he pamper's himself. Let him brush your hair, let him give you soft massages when your pretty little body gets tired at night, let him dress you up in the finest dresses Atlantis has to offer!! They're a little wet but they'd look adorable on you in the water!

🌾 Ashvan's so protective over you! It's no surprise that he'd have such a reaction to the way you look. There's no way you can protect yourself! You need a big strong protector like him! Sure you mowed down a whole horde of goblins on your own during a mission but he saw you trip and scrape your knee! So unsafe! He has to be there to make sure you're ok! You might see him linger around watching you. If you ever approach him to thank him with a little kiss to the nose, he's probably fainting on the spot.

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Encourages it : Valeth, Ribs, Dorik, Garrick, Hallow, Kagiri, Alistair

He spoils you to death! In fact, he might be the reason why your closet is filled to the brim with pretty clothes in the first place. He has a habit of doting over you because of it. It pushes his possessiveness and obsession through the roof! You have a lot of power over him that may or may not backfire. There's no limits to what he'll do for his pretty little boy..or what he'll do to you~..

⚔️ Valeth babys you every chance he gets. He might be a brutish orc, but he loves being gentle with you. He'll be the one to give you relaxing bubble baths, dress you up in the softest clothing, and feed you, all with the gentlest touch you've ever felt in your life. It does have its drawbacks however. He won't trust you in doing any kind of hard work. Why do that when you got your big strong man to do it for you? All you need to do is sit and be pretty for him~ Just like that little duckling~

💀 Ribs is literally shaking over it why do you look so so so s- AAA please sit on his lap sit on his lap please hes begging youo!! If you try to leave the bed while he's having a cuddle session with you, he's dragging you back, your nails scratching the floor and everything. He's a little bit insane about you ngl, the sight of you in a soft, oversized hoodie with your thighs squished together put his brain into overdrive. He unconsciously humps/rubs against you while you two hug, it's your choice whether you let him absolutely devour you or not~

🔥 Oh oh my god oh my god oh my- Dorik's begging, on his hands and knees, to get a taste of you!! Doesn't matter if it's a kiss or a lick or something more, he just wants a chance at tasting his sweet little master~! Are you all dressed up just for him? Is he getting a reward?? Oh please please say yes!! He's drooling buckets over the thought of touching you, just letting his hands wander all over your petite body, going under the snug fabrics that hug your figure oh so deliciously~ He'll burn any and every clothing item that isn't a crop top, thigh high, shorts or hoodie! All he wants is to love love love his pretty master!!

🌙 Garrick spoils you so much the others have to scold him for it. But what can he say? You're his little pookie bear honeypie babyboo loveydove- I'll shut up now. But srsly this man is FOUL!! He shares with you his fantasies of sinking his teeth in a pretty little lamb like you, so soft and warm~! He makes you shiver everytime he pulls away the cute dress he's bought for you just to lick at your skin and ghost his fangs over it. He loves seeing his little lamb squirm~!

🦋 Hallow's dressing you up in the prettiest of dresses and outfits!! Like a proper princess! He more or less treats you like a little doll. He's a lot like Valeth but you have a bit more freedom with him, he's just a little whiny and clingy. He loves gifting you cute clothes and accessories like cute skirts and bows and everything, but he also expects something in return~ A long cuddle session perhaps? Or a day of lying on your lap while you hum lullabies to him~? Ohhhh he just can't wait!!

🐉 Kagiri and his gang are gonna buy you the nicest clothes ever!! Well not really.. They look more like stuff a mafia boss' wife would wear like slim black dresses, fluffy scarves and stylish coats and blazers. Honestly you look amazing in anything to them! Whether it be a chiq dress you'd find in an expensive clothing store or an adorable poofy nightgown, they'll bombard you with compliments. They get a little loud whenever they talk about dressing you up in different outfits. They got a lot of warnings for talking about your thighs and chest so loudly.

👑Alistair objectifies you. Calls you his cute little doll, his plaything, his his his! You serve no purpose other than being pretty for him and only him. He expects you to be in the cutest of clothes (that he chooses for you of course) at all times, especially after any meetings or work he had to endure. He wants you ready to give him the softest of cuddles to help him recharge from a harrowing day of being away from you. Oh and yes, you must bathe with him if ever he asks. Your skin must be maintained to be smooth and soft! He'll take that job of gently cleaning your petite little body for you (yes yes no need to thank him) and yeah, the bath is rose scented.

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~To You He Feels Like Home~

(Neteyam x Fem! Na’vi! Reader)

Summary: You were always a wild child, literally and figuratively. You were raised by the forest and by the creatures that lived within it, and you would never want it any other way, but when you were discovered by another Na’vi you are overcome with curiosity although the animals that raised you always warned you about the outsiders.

Word Count: 5.1k

Author’s Note: This is my longest oneshot to date, at 5.1k words & 11 google docs pages, and I’ve been working on it for weeks now… Hopefully you guys will like it :D This fic was inspired by @imeanwhynotbruv ‘s Mowlie! Spider AU which I LOVE!!! Very excited for y’all to read :)

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To You He Feels Like Home

You were always wild, even as a young child. Part of that could be attributed to who was raising you, how you were being raised, and part of it was because of your personality. It came down to nurture versus nature, or nurture and nature.

You were wild by nurture, raised by the Great Mother, by her forest, and by the animals that inhabited it. In particular there was a mother palulukan who had taken you into her den with her two cubs. She was your protector, your teacher, your mother. She loved you, and that was all you needed.

You were wild by nature, always bouncing around, never able to sit still. You were fierce and strong, stubborn at times, and intelligent as could be, which you used to your advantage. It was good for your survival, but exhausting to your mother palulukan, and the other animals who had taken you under their wings to teach you different survival skills.

They had all had a part in your upbringing, every animal teaching you something different. Their lessons had turned you into the woman you were today, they had taught you how to survive, and not just that, but how to thrive.

The palulukan had taught you to fight, how to attack and pounce, and win. She had taught you to protect yourself in any situation. She had taught you that no matter how small you were, how weak you may seem to your opponent, that there would always be a way to come out on top.

The syaksyuk had taught you how to swing from tree to tree, how to escape from harm's way quickly, may you choose not to fight. They taught you about community and how to work together to get to your goal.

The yerik had taught you how to scare off predators, and if that didn’t work how to run, how to pace yourself and run for longer than you thought you could. They taught you to stay calm, to not let fear overtake you as you ran.

The nantang made sure you knew how to hunt, how to stalk then attack and finish off your prey. They made sure you could feed yourself. They made you work in a team, to take everyone's different skills into account.

The ikrans that visited from the mountains taught you how to navigate the air, although you could only do so with their help. They would show you how different different parts of the land were. They showed you what you and your family of creatures looked from above.

Your upbringing was untraditional and many Na’vi would question how you had even survived, but you knew how. There was a sense of community in your animal family that could never be rivaled. You wouldn't have it any other way.

Of course there were still things you had to teach yourself, like weaving and making clothes. This had taken some trial and error as you had started as a very young child, needing to form this skill for more protection against the elements and the forest. You had figured it out later than you would have liked, but eventually you got there and had created your own outfits.

Then you had to teach yourself how to make weapons, and how to use them. You had mastered making spears out of branches when you were young, and quickly moved on to finding hard enough materials to make knives and other blades. When your mother palulukan had noticed your proficiency of making weapons she had started bringing back lost Na’vi weapons like bows and hunting knives.

After lots of trials and errors, from carving the body wrong to tying the sting wrong, you had mastered making a bow. You had found the perfect type of wood, strong enough to hold up, but soft enough to carve. You had found the perfect string made from woven plant fibers. When you carved your final masterpiece the curve of the wood was perfect and the string strung tightly enough to work perfectly.

Then came using it. You had never seen anyone use one, and your mother palulukan refused to let you anywhere near other Na’vi, so you struggled. You had tried over, and over, and over again, and eventually it paid off. Your stance was wrong to most, strange looking to others, but it worked perfectly for you.

With all of your combined skills, ones the animals of Pandora had taught you and ones you had taught yourself, you had become a lethal hunter. Once you proved yourself capable your mother palulukan let you off on your own.

At the age of eighteen years you had been sent free, allowed to explore as you wanted, and so you did. You ran through the forest with excitement coursing through your veins. You climbed and swung from tree to tree without a care for your safety. You swam in streams and shook the water from your loose hair as you resurfaced. You hunted for your own food, coming up successful every time.

You felt free.

You had been so used to your mother palulukan hunting for you that doing it on your own was enthralling. It gave you a rush unlike any other, but you never took more than you and your family could eat, dragging it back home to your palulukan family’s den.

Your little family had never eaten like this before. They had never had a meal every day, sometimes going as many as five days without food, instead giving leftovers to you, the little Na’vi they had taken in who needed it more than they did. Now you made sure they were fed daily, you took care of them like they had you.

As much as you loved the takedown of your prey, your favorite part of hunting was the stalking. You loved tracking things, finding a scent trail and following it until you found prints in the ground. You loved watching the prey once you found it, staying hidden in the shadows and observing.

Sometimes you would even track when you weren’t hunting, practicing for later or simply wanting to observe the other animals of the forest. You especially loved watching the nantang packs as they were similar to your family but also so different.

Today had been no different, you had been out searching for the trail of a nantang pack wanting to watch and observe. However that plan changed when you caught a whiff of something you had never smelled before. It reminded you of something, yourself, but you didn’t know why.

You couldn’t help but do what you do best, stalk. You followed the scent, staying close to the ground, slinking around, and watching the dirt for prints from any type of animal. When the trail stopped and there were no prints in sight you were confused, where had it gone, you questioned.

Then it hit you, the trees, it had to be in the trees. You weren’t in the mood to climb right now, not wanting a chase in the trees, but you might not have a choice. You took a breath, steadying and readying yourself, slowly looking up to the trees to see what you would be chasing, and once you caught sight of what it was you gasped.

It was you, not quite, but something like you.

He had your blue skin, stripes laid across his skin and white freckles splattered across his body and face. He had your dark hair, but his was put up in braids, something you had no idea you could do. He had your large golden eyes which were widened just like yours right now.

You were perplexed. You knew you weren’t the same as your family, you knew you looked completely different, not the same species, but you hadn’t ever seen another person like you. You didn’t know there were other people like you.

The other person looked just as shocked as you, and he was. You looked Omaticaya, but he had never seen you before, and he had seen everyone in his clan as the next Olo’eyktan in training. He hoped you weren’t Omaticaya because of how rough of shape you were in. He never wanted anyone in his clan to be in this rough of shape.

You had scapes all over your body, little scars scattered where past cuts had been. Your hair was loose and messy, knotted and in need of a good brush and braid. As he studied the strange girl in front of him he was concerned for you, for the state you were in, but to you the unkempt hair and scars and nicks that cover your body are normal.

To you they feel like home.

To you the scrapes and scars, the cuts and nicks, feel like home. They feel like the forest as you run through the underbrush, barely dodging trees and roughly catching your arms against them accidentally. They feel like jumping into streams and rivers, scraping your knees on the rocks at the bottom as the current sweeps you off your feet. They feel like hunting as you accidentally catch your finger with your blade as you finish off your prey.

To him they were worrying, they showed pain and danger, but to you that was normal, pain and danger were regular parts of your life. To him it wasn’t, and he felt the need to make sure you were okay. You were standing strongly so clearly you weren’t too injured, but the idea of you being one of his people made him feel the need to check you over, to help you.

He jumped down from his hiding spot, gracefully landing in front of you, and suddenly you took off. You sprinted away, terrified of the stranger. You wanted to make your way back home, back to your mother palulukan and the den you called home. You wanted to be safe, you wanted to feel safe.

The man lagged for a second, thinking, before deciding to follow you, taking off after you. The chase went on for a while, his lungs burned as he kept up with you, close behind, but he didn’t know how much longer he could keep up, and you didn’t seem to be slowing down.

“Wait, I just want to help!” He shouted after you, but that seemed to spook you more and you sped up.

You had no idea what the strange man had said, but his loud voice scared you. The sounds he was making were foreign to you, and it frightened you. He was communicating in a way you never had before. The way you communicated with your family was hisses and growls.

You were a good runner, had good stamina, but he seemed to be keeping up, although you could tell he was getting tired. The unfortunate part was you were getting tired too, and you would have to stop soon. You figured it would be good to stop sooner than later so you had enough energy to fight in case the need arose.

You saw a clearing to the right and zagged that way before stopping on the far end of it, crouched down like a palulukan, ready to pounce. The man stopped on the other side, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. Like this he looked less scary, he looked weak as he was out of breath, like you could win this fight easily.

He looked at you through the braids that had fallen in his face, and his eyes held no malice. He wanted you to feel safe, or as safe as possible, around him, so he showed his weakness as he was out of breath. He wanted you to know he wasn’t going to hurt you as he showed you had easily outran him.

However you still felt threatened.

Your eyes were blown wide, adrenaline coursing through you as your mind ran a mile a minute. Your ears pinned against your head and you let out a wild hiss at the man, bearing your teeth and snapping them together a few times as a threat.

He didn’t challenge you back, instead dropping to the ground to sit with his legs crossed, arms in the air as a sign of surrender, or peace, that he meant no harm. He tried to make himself look harmless, tried to make himself look smaller.

Your face scrunched up in confusion, why wasn’t he challenging you, you asked yourself. You weren’t convinced he meant to harm You couldn’t let your guard down, and your hand flew to your knife at your hip as you snarled at him, trying to elicit a reaction.

He then realized he had his own weapons on him and he lifted his bow over his head from where it rested against him, and threw it to the side. He hesitated as he took his knife out of its holder, but he threw it next to his bow a few feet away.

“They're gone, okay.” He pointed to the weapons where they laid, “I want to help you. I’m not going to hurt you.” He tried to explain.

Again you didn’t understand him, ears twitching at the unfamiliar sounds. Now you were more stressed than before. You stayed in place, ears pinned to your head again as you growled, but your hand moved away from your knife.

“There we go.” He spoke as your hand fell to your side, “What's your name?” He asked.

You felt the adrenaline wearing off, exhaustion starting to catch up to you and making you less hostile than before, blurring the lines of your fear. Your eyes were narrowed as your head tilted to the side, a questioning look on your face. You were scared because you couldn’t understand him, but you became more curious the more he spoke.

His voice was interesting, smooth and calming. You hadn’t heard anything like it before, and although you looked similar you weren’t sure if you could make the same sounds as him, accustomed to growls and hisses.

When you didn’t say anything back the man tried something different. He pointed to himself, “Neteyam.” Then he pointed to you, humming, “Hm?”

You growled back, trying to communicate the only way you knew how. He just cringed, taking it as aggressive while you were simply trying to voice your confusion.

He tried again, “Neteyam…” He pointed to himself, not saying anything else afterwards.

“Neteyam.” You whispered, only loud enough for you to hear. Then you cleared your throat, “Neteyam.” You parroted.

“Yes. Neteyam.” He nodded, happy you seemed to be getting somewhere, “You?” He asked, pointing to you.

“Hm?” You hummed, copying the noise he had made to you earlier. You thought it was a questioning sound, and you hoped your assumption was correct.

Something clicked to Neteyam, “You can’t understand me, can you?” He asked, not particularly expecting an answer.

“Hm?” You questioned again.

“Okay…” He took a second to think. Who were you? Where did you come from?

“Neteyam.” You spoke again, getting his attention. You then pointed to yourself and growled, you seemed to be trying to communicate something, and you were. You had growled your name, what your palulukan family called you.

He didn’t quite understand you, “Hm?” He asked.

You just growled again, pointing to yourself. Clearly this wasn’t getting anywhere.

“I’m going to give you a name, or a nickname I guess.” He told you, but you didn’t understand. If you had known what he had said you would have disagreed adamantly, you don’t need a different name, you have one already, but you didn’t understand, so when he pointed to you and said, “(Y/n).” The name sounded beautiful, and you loved the way it rolled off his tongue.

Your head tilted to the side, confusion written on your face, but you didn’t protest. Instead you nodded your head, seeming content, “Neteyam.” You pointed to him, “(Y/n), hm?” You pointed to yourself questioningly.

He smiled, “Yes.”

“Yes.” You copied him, but you weren’t smiling, still confused by the foreign words.

He patted the ground in front of him, inviting you to sit by him, but you don’t approach, instead sitting where you were a few feet away. He seems so calm, so relaxed, as he sits with his legs crossed and arms behind his as he leans on them. You however are stiff, skittish, as you sit on your knees, hands in your lap. You looked ready to take off at any second.

Neteyam tried to calm you down with reassuring words, even though he knew you couldn’t understand him, his calm tone seemed to take off the edge. You were scared of him, but slowly starting to believe he meant no harm. He wasn’t dangerous.

As you sat there with him he went on, and on, talking about whatever came to mind with that smooth tone. You could sit there and listen to him talk forever, but soon the sky is darkening and you realize it is time to head back home, to the comfort of your den, your mother would be waiting for you when you get there. She would be ready to allow you to cuddle up next to her and let go of the stress of today.

You’re not frantic when you stand up, instead more fixed on having a mission, to get home, but Neteyam doesn’t understand that, and so he stands up after you. You don’t pay him any mind until you start walking away and he follows you. Frustrated that he’s trying to follow you, you hold your hand out towards him, hissing.

“No!” You shout, a word you had picked up from Neteyam talking to you.

“Oh.” Neteyam simply comments. You were a quick learner apparently, picking up on the word and figuring out how to use it already.

You turn away and start walking off, and this time he doesn’t follow you, waving towards you and saying, “Goodbye, (Y/n).” He pauses before saying quieter, “I hope I see you again.” Not loud enough for you to hear.

Your mother palulukan was confused that night when you came home without a meal, but when you broke down in tears she moved to comfort you. You let out all of the stress from over the past few hours in tears and sobs, and eventually you stilled, fell asleep on her large warm body, and finally you rested.

You had intended to never see Neteyam again, but you kept running into him. It was frustrating and confusing. You had no idea why it kept happening, but of course you knew Eywa had a plan for everyone, and everything happens for a reason, but you weren’t sure why she was so insistent on putting you and Neteyam together.

The day after your first encounter you had your second meeting. You had been trying to hunt when you somehow ended up back at the clearing. You weren’t sure how you ended up there, but you gave in, sitting with him for a while before continuing your hunt.

The third time, the third day in a row now, you had been napping in a completely different area of the forest when you woke up to Neteyam looking at you curiously. It wasn’t necessarily in a creepy way, but it had spooked you at first before you calmed down. This time you did not stick around, walking off with a dismissive grunt to Neteyam.

The fourth time, a few days later, he had found you while you had been frolicking around in the Hallelujah Mountains. You had been hiding out there, trying to avoid him by not even being in the forest, but he had found you again somehow.

That went on, and on, until you admitted defeat, accepted your fate, Eywa was determined to have you and Neteyam together, and who were you to deny the Great Mother’s will. She knew all, and you trusted her, so you took her lead.

Every time you ran into Neteyam you would spend a little more time with him, and eventually that time built into hours, and then days, from sunrise to sunset you would spend your hours with him. You cherished your time with Neteyam and he certainly enjoyed your company, your attention.

Your palulukan mother was less than pleased with how much time you were spending with the Na’vi boy, but she understood you needed companionship with your own kind. She figured you would grow curious eventually and would venture out in search of people like you, and she was proud of you for making a friend, but she wished you would be home a little more.

When you finally gave into spending time with Neteyam you figured you should learn how to communicate, learn to speak his language. You would much rather teach him yours, but yours was more general emotions and less words, less actual conversation and more communicating how you're feeling through growls and hisses, hunched shoulders and bared teeth.

Today you were sitting by a river, somewhere Neteyam had shown you, as he tried to teach you the Na’vi language.

Neteyam pointed to different features on his face as you named them quietly, touching them on your own face as you went, “Ears. Eyes. Nose. Mouth.”

“Good job!” He praised you, a smile on both of your faces.

You were learning slowly, struggling to pick up a second language so much different from your first, but when you grasped a certain word you had it for good. You had started using the words you knew in basic sentences like “How you?” when you would first see him. You would listen intently as if you knew everything he was saying although you only picked up on certain words.

What really got Neteyam was when you would say goodbye when you parted ways at the end of the day. Instead of saying “Goodbye.” or something similar you would blurt out “Love you!” as you walked away.

It always got Neteyam’s heart beating in his chest, hard, and he couldn’t help but smile every time. He would say, “Goodbye (Y/n). Love you too.” because the one time he hadn’t reciprocated you had pouted and nearly cried.

He didn’t think you understood the significance of those words, of the word love, but you definitely did. You didn’t use it lightly, it being the only word you had learned to describe how you were feeling for Neteyam, and it described your feelings perfectly.

You truly did love him, as a friend, maybe more.

You appreciated what he did for you, but it went so much deeper than that. You loved how he was patient with you, giving you all the time you needed. You loved his voice, how he would talk to you even if you didn’t understand. You loved how he laughed, how he smiled, how his eyes seemed to glow when he was around you.

You love him.

You loved him like you loved the forest, it’s green foliage keeping you safe throughout your life. You loved him like you loved your mother palulukan, like a warm hug at the end of the day. You loved him like you loved the sounds that played all around you constantly, drowning out your negative thoughts.

You love him like home.

As you were mulling over your feelings, thinking whatever came to your mind, you had been zoning out, gone silent as you looked off into the distance. Neteyam took this chance to mess with you a little. He scooped up some water from the stream in his hands and threw it on you, bringing you out of your thoughts as the cool water hit your face.

You gasped, “Neteyam!”

He just laughed, pointing at you as your jaw was dropped, brow muscles raised, and eyes open wide. Your look of offense amused him and your look quickly switched to a scowl, and Neteyam felt himself still, that was never a good look on you.

You moved quickly, smiling mischievously splashing water onto him too. He looked surprised, like he hadn’t expected this from you, and you used that to your advantage, splashing him again, harder this time, with more water.

This time he was quick to move, trying to grab you and throw you into the deeper part of the river, but your reflexes were faster than him and you got up, running away like a mad woman. You smiled before jumping into the river, submerging your lower body before he could do it for you.

You thought hard, trying to form a coherent sentence, when you thought you had it you shouted, “Come get me!” Taunting him.

As you taunted him he just smiled, a sense of childish joy overcoming him. It reminded him of when he was younger. When he and his siblings would play in streams closer to home. When his father would play with them. It reminded him of family, you were quickly becoming family, but in a deeper way.

He loved you like family, he loved you like a calm afternoon at home with everyone sitting around, talking and playing games. He loved you like a partner, someone to share his own home with, where his family could come over for dinner and share stories. He loved you like someone new to the family, like someone his family could learn to love.

He loves you.

“Oh yeah?” Neteyam asked, smirking at you. He stayed where we was on the river bank, feet barely in the water.

“Yeah!” You shouted, challenging him by splashing the water around you.

He seemed to be contemplating it, over exaggerating his movements dramatically, “I don’t know… I might just stay here…” He joked.

You frowned, not understanding his joking tone of voice, “Fine…” You turned away from him, getting ready to leave the river.

However you didn’t get the chance when you heard splashing behind you, and it was too late. He ran up to you splashing you, getting your entire back wet, including your hair.

You whipped around, gasping both at the cold water and the shock of not expecting it. You shouted at him, arms crossed over your chest, “Rude!”

Neteyam laughs loudly, “Oh I’m rude? You’re the one who told me to come get you.” He defended himself, rolling his eyes.

“You…” You thought of what word to use, not sure what the word for this action was, you settled on, “hit me first!”

Neteyam was quick to correct you, “Splash, the word is splash.” He really did not want you telling people he was hitting you if you ever met his clan. He hoped it was less of an if, and more of a when.

You took in the information, “You splash me first.” You shrugged your shoulders, feeling you won the conversation.

“And I’ll do it again!” Neteyam laughed, running at you, ready to throw more water in your face, but you turned to run away from his attack.

As you were running you slipped, falling to your knees and feeling pain shoot through one of them, “Ow.” You hissed out.

Neteyam was quick to rush to your side, helping you up and walking you to the edge of the river where you sat down. You inspected the cut, it wasn’t much and you would be okay in a day or so, “I am okay.” You tried to assure Neteyam.

Neteyam frowned, “I’m sorry. Let me fix you up?” He asked.

You knew if you said no he would practically beg you to let him help you, so you gave in, “Okay.”

Neteyam sat down, pulling your leg over his lap so he had better access to your knee. He inspected the small wound, thinking about what Kiri had told him would be best for it.

He was quick to pull out the little pouch of healing equipment he had, herbs and plants, pastes and drinks, he was equipped for anything. He had decided to carry anything he would need to treat your small cuts and scrapes because every time you would see him you would have more and more. They never seemed to stop coming, so he promised he would do his best to help you.

He pulled out a paste you recognized, and before he could speak you mocked him, attempting to copy his voice, “This one will sting.” You fell into a fit of giggles afterwards.

He just chuckled at you, “You’re right.” You seemed to always be right, you picked up on other things, besides learning the Na’vi language, easily.

You smiled, sighing happily, “I know.”

Neteyam hums, smiling at you , “Tell me, how have you been? What have you done today?” He tried to distract you while he put the paste on.

It worked as you quickly responded, “It has been great. I have gotten to see you…” You trailed off, smiling shyly, before continuing, “This morning I went on a hunt, took food home to my mom. My siblings are moving out finally, so it is just us now. Less mouths to feed.”

“Good… Neteyam answered simply, focusing on what he was doing as he wrapped a bandage around your knee.

“Thank you.” You pulled his face up to look at you, a small smile was on your face, lips gently curved, eyes softened to liquid gold, “For everything.”

He sighed, content, as his face melted into your hand, pressing your skin to his, “It’s really no big deal. I would do anything for you. I would get you anything you need, anything you want.” He admitted softly, quietly.

You smiled, leaning in and pressing your forehead to his, “I know, and Eywa do I love it. I love you.”

He smiles back, the happiness reaching his eyes, and if you listen close enough you can hear his heart thumping in his chest, ready to pop out, “I love you too, (Y/n). I see you, and I will show you that every day.

Every time he tends to your wounds he is so careful, he is so careful with you. He is careful in a way the forest has never been, in a way it never will be in the future. The forest gives you safety in the form of protection through the hard and marred skin you have covering your body. The forest shows you its love through injuries you’ve sustained from your years of survival, it gives you love by allowing you to survive.

Now you don’t need the love of the forest, you need the love of him. He feels like scars, and bruises, and cuts, and pain. He feels like safety. Like how you once had found safety and solace in the cuts and bruises you bared, how your unkempt hair and scars felt like your home, to you he feels like home.

Word Bank:

Great Mother (Eywa)

Palulukan (Thanator)

Syaksyuk (Prolemuris)

Yerik (Hexaped)

Nantang (Viperwolf)

Ikran (Mountain Banshee)

Omaticaya (Forest Na’vi)

Olo’eyktan (Clan leader)

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

[sabo-torao]

Small disclaimer before you head in: this whole post will be referencing the TCB translation. I know VIZ handled the exchange I'm discussing differently, but I couldn't find anyone who talked about the original version and as a result I don't really know who is closer to the original meaning. In any case, the "analysis" should still stand. Whether Dragon was commenting Sabo's firmness or admiring his resolution, Sabo's still putting on a mask, and that's the point I'm trying to break down. Enjoy!

This very specific interaction between Dragon and Sabo in chapter 1083 has always stuck out to me.

"My, you really are unshakeable."

which is an appropriate response to what Sabo said, of course. What kind of sensitive person reacts that way to the death of an innocent, right?

Even so, I can't help but compare the thing Sabo said to his actual, genuine reaction to King Kobra's death.

He's devastated.

Sabo brokenly screams Kobra's name, and his expression is one of full despair; he never thought about killing Kobra, let alone letting him die. On the contrary, he actively tried to save him.

Kobra told him to just let him go, that he was dead weight and he shouldn't be concerned about him, but Sabo straight up refused. In fact, Kobra's actions read way more as a sacrifice than an inevitable death; the king let himself die, knowing that this way Sabo could flee and reach Vivi and Luffy safely.

On the Lulusian ship, we see Sabo think about Kobra's last words to him and actively trying not to cry (and failing).

That's not an unshakable man. He's suffering, he's grieving. He realizes he failed his very own mission of saving the king and lets the meaning behind Kobra's actions and words sink in.

It really puts his former reaction into perspective.

Sabo's firmness, seriousness and coldness in front of Dragon and Ivankov are nothing but a façade. He acknowledges that what he's about to say might come off as harsh, and that, even if he does feel sorry for Kobra, the tragedy doesn't weigh him down thanks to the results it brought, but it all sounds like he's reassuring himself more than actually showing his indifference.

Hell, he even drinks his glass of wine right after having said that "he doesn't really care". How can anyone take his words seriously?

And we've been knowing Sabo is inclined to do this sort of thing since Dressrosa; he acted all cool and composed in front of Luffy but the second Koala called him on the Den Den Mushi he was weeping, having a hard time believing that his little brother didn't punch him or hate him for being alive all along. He even denied he was crying!

All because Sabo hates being seen as vulnerable, especially in front of the people he thinks he has to be strong for (Luffy, Dragon, etc). It's something I think goes back to how his parents treated him, since they scolded him for, y'know, having emotions and being a normal kid in need of love, but i digress.

I once saw someone describing Sabo as a very cold person in comparison to his brothers, even going as far as to say that Sabo doesn't care if people die if it means achieving the Revolutionary Army's goals (using this very interaction as proof), which couldn't be further away from the truth.

Bonney even says outright that it's weird seeing a "radical revolutionary" act so friendly when Sabo helps her out. Why would he do this if all he ever did was for "The Cause"?

Yes, Sabo is ruthless, rude, violent at times, and his friendly demeanor could be seen as a little more volatile than that of his brothers', but he's not heartless. He's not a "meanings to an end" guy, he proves it time and time and time again, and it's disheartening seeing people label him as such.

Sabo is kind. He may not be as warm as Ace and Luffy, but he is fundamentally a good person. A generous, kind, caring, sensitive person.

No matter how hard he tries to hide it.

[mossyivy]

OH MY GOODNESS, LEON WOULD LITERALLY BE SWEATING.

Knowing Leon; he’d probably show up in a fancy suit. Him and his now wife had been dating for a couple of months, having to push back when he’d finally be able to meet her parents because of work. He wanted to look presentable and nice, especially after finding out her father was a high ranking military official.

He’d probably show up with flowers in hand for your mother, giving her a hug as she kissed both of his cheeks and treated him like a baby. All while her father stood back and watch with his arms folded, poor guy was probably shivering as his girlfriend’s mother introduced her husband, giving Leon a nice firm nod and extending his hand out.

They had planned a nice little dinner together; His girlfriend and her mother would finish cooking in the kitchen as her father quite literally conducted an entire interview with Leon in the living room.

“What do you do for work?”

“What are you trying to do with my daughter?”

“How long were you in training for?”

Being the nice respectful guy he was, he’d reply with “No sir” or “Yes sir” to his questions. Go into further depth with the harder ones, really trying to get on the old man’s good side. They had a little talk about the army and stuff, listening to his old stories before your mother and you finally finished the food.

Dinner went well, so far your parents absolutely adored him. Especially your mother; she’d probably be telling your father “Can you believe it Dave? Our little girl with an amazing man like him! I know he’ll protect her, especially with that fancy government job he has!” Leon would just blush and thank her, smiling and happily eating his steak.

Let’s just say, as soon as he felt, your mother was already gossiping with you. Talking about how “Handsome” and “Strong” he was. You just blushed at giggled, agreeing with her every word.

- Anon! 🎀

Love this 🎀anon, but I have a feeling as soon as her father heard his name he knew who Leon was. Everybody knows everybody in certain lines of work!

The second he hears your father is a general in the military he has a lot of questions. He's questioning you and you're answering to the best of your abilities. But his rank pops up. Four star general... Your father is a four star general. One of the highest ranks you could possibly get...

Then his brain starts turning, your last name moving through his head until it finally sticks. He's scrubbed floors at the rumor of that man showing up. Knows stories of how ruthless he is and the things that man's done. Climbing ranks quickly in the Army with the amount of raw potential he had.

"General Tarkin..." You freeze for a minute looking at him.

"The Star Wars character?"

"No, the other cadets... They'd call him General Tarkin. I know your father... Well, know of your father. Never met him personally but I've heard he's... Terrifying." Your father? Terrifying? You laugh at the thought, smiling at your boyfriend who seems to look a lot more tense than he already was.

"Daddy's not terrifying. He's like a giant teddy bear if anything." Leon knows you mean well but the thought of meeting this man has his stomach in knots. Not only would he have to impress her parents but the man who he knew could do a lot of things to make his life more miserable if he pissed him off.

Leon was definitely gonna have some kind of stomach ulcer with the amount of stress by the end of the night.

Your mother adored him, wouldn't stop calling him handsome and welcoming him into the family without even thinking about it. But Leon could hardly focus feeling the generals burning glare on him from behind your doting mother.

As soon as Leon introduced himself, your father tightens his grip on Leon's hand.

"I know who you are boy."

Boy... That's the name Leon gets stuck with for a chunk of the night and sometime after.

Your father tells you to go help your mother with dinner and you happily follow. Leaving the two of them alone in the den. Sitting across from each other in silence for a few minutes.

"You know me?" Leon's the first to speak, your father still staring him down with his arms crossed.

"Hard not to. President Graham speaks highly of you for helping him with his daughter. We're friends, told him personally who my daughter was seeing and he couldn't stop talking about you." His face tightens as he leans forward, towards Leon.

"I've read the reports from '04. Know what you saw. But I don't take too kindly knowing my daughter's dating a man who skipped around in Spain with another woman. Even if it was to protect her."

Leon's at a loss for words. What even could he say!?

"What're your intentions with my daughter?" Oh thank God something he can answer.

"To be with her, Sir." The generals face softes slightly with a nod.

"You love her?"

"More than anything, Sir."

"You wanna marry her? Have a family?"

"When the time comes, Sir."

The grilling continued until you came in to save him with the news of dinner being done. Your father didn't say much after that. Your mother talking all through dinner and dessert.

Upon leaving you and Leon say your goodbyes and take off. Your mother looks at your father as he shuts the door and smiles.

"Well?" She questions, looking at him.

"He'll do fine." He says, smiling ear to ear.

[smallpeniscollective]

Sending this BG3 idea to a bunch of different blogs to see what they do with it: Tav uses edging and/or orgasm denial on Raphael to get him to give her the hammer without giving him the crown. (I hope you enjoy!)

I personally feel like he doesn’t really let other people control him sexually, he’s pretty much an established control freak (like even when he bottoms for haarlep, he’s still in control of the situation)

BUT!! this did inspire me to write this itty bitty blurb for u guys, in which raphael uses your attraction to him as means to get you to sign his contract ;)

Content: pov/2nd person, afab body parts, use of Tav in place of Y/N, some fondling

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He stalked around you, stopping somewhere outside of your peripheral view. Your heart was beating out of your chest, thunder in your ears and sedative in your veins as you stood inhumanly still.

There was no doubt that he was aware of the effect he had on you; he picked up on your telltale signs of attraction the second you laid eyes on him on that bridge near the goblin camp. Your flushed cheeks, your unsteady breaths, the way your eyes never left him when he was in the presence of your group.

Being part devil required the ability to detect weakness in potential clients; it was his duty to notice the way your thighs clenched when he spoke. Truth be told, he would add a heavier hint of gravel to his tone when speaking with you. All to his benefit, of course. Since you had declined his first attempt to strike a deal when he originally offered to remove the tadpole, he had no choice but to play into your dreadfully mortal game of hopeless romanticism.

But undeniably, this game was certainly entertaining.

And now, you stood alone with a devil in quite the romantic scene that was the Devil's Den in the Sharess' Caress, trying so hard to not give in to his offer. It was almost cute the way you so obviously denied to yourself your attraction to him.

When he finally spoke again, you gasped at his closeness, that deliciously low voice rumbling in your ear. Goosebumps raised on the delicate skin of your neck, your head tilting in an automatic movement to create some semblance of space between his lips and your ear. "Perhaps it is more than just the Hammer that you desire from me, hmm?"

"I don't want anything from you," you replied. Your attempt to sound calm and collected was futile; you spoke breathlessly, lips remaining parted as your breathing became heavier.

"Even if you refuse to admit your desire, your body gives away your secret," he murmured, letting his nose brush against the highly sensitive skin behind your ear in a calculated move to further crack your already-fragmented sense of self-control. He smirked to himself when he received his desired reaction, the faint scent of arousal blossoming from your frail, easily-overpowered human body.

"I—"

His hands on your body interrupt your train of thought, landing on your clothed waist with a teasingly gentle caress. How he wished he was in his true cambion form, to loom over you and rake his claws across your malleable skin, of which no doubt would leave his marks on you. The thought of marking you as his own brought out something possessive in him, something that started to blur the line between this carefully crafted game and his own personal desire.

Yet, his eyes remained on his well-deserved prize. He must have you contracted to give him the Crown. He must.

"Make the deal, sweet pet. And in return, you will have the Oprhic Hammer and what we both know you desire most." He spoke into the skin of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His hands, large and oh-so-warm hands, crept underneath the layer of your shirt, setting your nerves ablaze wherever his skin met yours.

You had so bravely battled against unimaginable foes, yet when it came to desire, your strong will was mere putty in his devilish hands.

As soon as his ascending touch brushed against the underside of your breasts, your body acted of its own volition, arching into his touch, your back finally making contact with his broad chest. Heat radiated from him, even through his clothes, even in his human façade, and the feel of it was addicting.

The way you shivered against him had his own mind beginning to reel, filling with plans upon plans on how he'd make you squirm so desperately beneath him. But with a forceful squint of his eyes, he banished those thoughts. The only thing that mattered to him now was the deal.

"Just sign the contract," he almost-whispered before laying his open mouth against your neck, gently swiping his hot tongue on your soft skin. As his mouth made work of your neck, one of his hands fully cupped your breast and swiped a thumb over your stiffened nipple, eliciting a breathy whimper from you.

"R-Raphael..."

His tool to obtain his power, his little mouse, whimpering his name so tenderly burned into his mind, almost overpowering his need for control, almost making him lose control of himself. Giving in just a little, his other hand dropped to the waistband of your trousers, tracing patterns in the heated skin above the place you craved being touched the most while the rest of his arm held you tighter against his chest.

You began to piece together his budding mutual desire for you as well when you felt a clothed growing erection against your backside.

Perhaps there was a way to get what you needed and what you wanted without signing away your soul.

[kagooleo]

so with confidence I present my rarepair...fluffyriceshipping!

they were originally a joke ship (which was my last chance to get out) but they grew on me more and more throughout last year, and months later they've become my favorite pair to draw! their name was the funniest thing to make of them because i got to joke around with their jpn names

the tl:dr of them is that there's a lot of good drama to make of thirty-somethings with the weight of responsibility of their respective cultures on their shoulders, as well as their personal thoughts of the trainers of their respective regions, all this culminating together to be really compelling for me to develop, so I'll ramble a Whole lot more under the cut about them :D!!

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ok now that the people that wanted to see more about what i'm crazy about when i'm not online are here you guys better prepare for the worddump lmao

before they meet its postgame and they’re both in their thirties (early to mid), lance post gsc/hgss still upholds his champion position and managing the dragon's den alongside any g-man/undercover rocket work on the side (in workaholic mode), riley post dppt is occasionally battling at the battleground but also holing himself up with patrols on iron island and doing egg research and training his aura (Also in workaholic mode)

i'd say all the work makes byron and roark try to get him a break from all that, convincing him at some point to take a vacation! see the sights my guy you've been workin yourself to the bone

it's canonically shown in hgss that riley does appear as a partner for the battle tower, so at some point he is in johto! the region resonates with his cultural sensibilities so maybe he revisits it again to instead actually relax there.

lance would probably catch his hat flying away when he's visiting elm's lab (a fellow egg researcher) in new bark and riley would have absolutely fell first for him (and i'm a sucker for meet-cutes,,,)

and from there they hit it off! being both skilled trainers in their own right they battle and go out to eat after and talk about their family (clair and the elders, for riley's case his family friends byron and roark), their culture (dragon clans and aura guardians), and then when they talk about their respective trainer kiddos (silver and dawn) something clicks between them (it’s a Really rough snippet but hopefully it’s decent)-

"Do you have any kids? I know the news loves to make up some kind of story about secret love affairs with a random person." the guardian says, awkwardly.

Lance smiles, "Oh, yeah! I have one but he's technically not mine." Riley chokes on his iced tea.

"I'm sorry?" A million thoughts roll through his mind as he processes his words said so matter-of-factly.

"Haha, sorry, sorry, I'm only partly joking."

"E-Elaborate..."

The champion explains the general gist of things as he's met him, Silver, his kid-by-odd-circumstance, was homeless for a while, but was training alongside some other up and coming trainers. Uncovering some Rocket related files, he learns he's the son of the boss of the entire organization, and after some on and off meetings he eventually got him a place to stay at the Dragon's Den, and soon after began living with him at his place when he warmed up to the idea of adoption.

There are times he gets overwhelmed with all that he's been through, and some nights its all too much. But Lance was there with him, stayed with him every step of the way, unlike the one who gave him that abandonment anxiety in the first place.

"He's my kid, not by blood, and maybe not by his family, either. But instead, by his own decision he chose to stay with me. I'd want him to keep the freedom he has now." Lance states, firmly. "And now he's grown up as strong as I believed he could. I'm proud of him, as much as he tends to deny that." Riley senses his draconic aura swell with pride, mixed with a humbling sincerity in his words.

"What about you? Any kids of your own?" the sudden flip of the question surprises the guardian briefly.

"N-Nothing adoptive but…I suppose it's similar, in a way to meeting them as you have."

The guardian's turn, now. Dawn was someone he met when he was training on Iron Island, and also served as a guide to get her through the caverns. When he felt something off in the aura surrounding the area, he eventually learned of Galactic causing the pokemon on the island to feel restless and agitated. With her, they were able to clear the island of their antics and even gifted her a Riolu egg on her journey. From there, he was impressed with how strong she was, and did hear from Cynthia that she raised his present up to evolving her into a Lucario. He couldn't have been happier.

That was the case, until he caught the aftermath of the events of Mt. Coronet.

What Cyrus did, the lengths he'd go to, and dragging the both of them into a mess that could have torn the world apart.

After that, Dawn stayed home for a while. Cynthia put him as a contact for her mom, who was really worried for her. With his aura and her friends, Lucas and Barry, they were a big help for her recovery. And eventually, after a lot of time and work, she became the region's champion. She messages every now and then to him, as processing any trauma is never an easy road, but he realized how lucky she was to have the people she'd met to keep her steady, and knew she'll be alright.

"I...still wish I could've done more for her," Riley says, quieter. "Cynthia told me about what happened in that other world, and it...it was a lot for Dawn, a lot of emotions to help her figure out." he finishes, sheepish.

"…I don't blame you for feeling that way, I wouldn't know what to do in a scenario like that, either." the champion says, unsure too.

"It's amazing, in a way. All these kids going through so much on their own. I'd be proud were it not so scary, realizing how young they are to go through what they have been through."

"There's only so much you really can do, as an adult. I've realized that fact a long time ago." Lance's aura felt oddly melancholic, as bright and pretty as it may appear. "It's either immediate or slow when things change for them, and sometimes you'll have to make a choice on the spot when the time comes for them to decide what they want to do." It sounds like he’s speaking from experience, but the melancholy makes it appear that he's had some regrets.

“I trust in them to find their own path, eventually. When they’re together, those kids are gonna be alright on their own.”

His reassurance helped, even if only by a small amount.

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I should make some kind of master post about them at some point but WAH god I’m so happy I can actually put them together in pokemon masters, they’ve really grown on me and I’ve developed a lot for the both of them in my free time, but yeah this is the rarepair that’s been on my brain for ages now, a gaze into my goo brain 🤪

[dewedup]

hear me out (raindrop)

“That’s not gonna work,” Dew whines, trying to stay strong in his resolve as he clenches his legs together tighter.

“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of working.”

“Absolutely not.”

Denial isn’t only a river in Egypt, and Dew won’t admit to himself, let alone Rain, that he was actually considering the offer.

Instead, Dew narrows his eyes and growls as he watches the water ghoul walk out of the room, tossing a quick wink over his shoulder before Rain turns the corner and leaves Dew to bury his head in his hands and question the series of events that led to this being his life.

or

i fell off the face of the earth for 8 months and came back with some raunchy raindrop smut (very on brand for me)

IT'S PERIOD SEX GUYS, IF THAT'S NOT FOR YOU THEN DON'T CLICK FURTHER

words: 2,303

under the cut but can also be read on AO3

Dew’s woken up by a tongue lapping lazily between his folds, working its way up and down his slit before diving as deep as it can get. He barely has time to register that he’s conscious before his orgasm peaks, being prodded from his cunt by the tongue still languidly licking at his core. Dew doesn’t have the mental functions yet to do anything more than snake his hands under the sheet and grasp the head of hair belonging to the person at his all-you-can-eat buffet, tugging them closer and bearing down as he rides the waves of pleasure. 

The moans being torn from his mouth are still heavily covered in the raspiness of sleep, making them lower and more throaty than what he usually has to offer. The sound of his own deepened voice sends a trill of pleasure down his spine and he rocks his hips up one last time, pushing into the face between his thighs, before flopping bonelessly onto the mattress. 

Rain’s head pops out from under the sheet, brown eyes and pupils blown wide as he swipes his tongue around his mouth. Dew’s heart jolts at the sight of blood on Rain’s chin, embarrassment colouring his cheeks. 

“Shit Rainy, I’m sorry I didn’t realize…” Dew’s words falter as he gestures sheepishly at himself and then at Rain’s chin. The wicked smirk that curls around the water ghoul’s lips causes a stirring in Dew’s lower stomach and he feels a small gush of what he desperately hopes isn’t more blood from the place between his legs. 

“Don’t apologize Droplet, it’s shark week and you’ve stumbled into open water.” Rain purrs, inhaling deeply through his nose, eyes dropping back down to the weeping cunt in front of him. 

Dew blames his post-orgasm haze for the few seconds it takes for Rain’s words to register before he’s snapping his legs closed. 

“Rain,” Dew snarls. “That’s not happening, be fucking for real.”

“It’s already happening, love. Now be a dear, and let me get another taste.” Rain’s fingers trail along Dew’s thighs, putting a little pressure to try and pry them apart. He pouts up at Dew, eyes wide with an innocence he can’t completely achieve with the way they gleam conspiratorially. 

“That’s not gonna work,” Dew whines, trying to stay strong in his resolve as he clenches his legs together tighter. 

“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of working.”

“Absolutely not.”

Denial isn’t only a river in Egypt, and Dew won’t admit to himself, let alone Rain, that he was actually considering the offer. 

Instead, Dew narrows his eyes and growls as he watches the water ghoul walk out of the room, tossing a quick wink over his shoulder before Rain turns the corner and leaves Dew to bury his head in his hands and question the series of events that led to this being his life. 

-

The next few days are spent with Dew’s guard all the way up. His shoulders tense whenever he catches a whiff of Rain’s scent. He’s sneaking around like a bad comedy, tiptoeing through the halls of the den. His bathroom breaks are like clandestine meetings, rushing through his normal routine and disposing of all evidence he was there in the first place. 

His fellow ghouls sympathize with his time of the month. The cloying scent of blood following him around like a neon sign declaring ‘OPEN SEASON’ to the hungry gaze of the water ghoul. 

Despite his best efforts, Dew feels his will slowly crumbling like a sandcastle during high tide. 

-

It comes to a head when Dew’s lying pitifully on the couch, his stomach cramping to its own hidden rhythm,  pulling nasally whines from the fire ghoul. 

“What can I do, bud?” Mountain asks, mindlessly pulling Dew’s hair into elaborate braids before shaking it out and starting over again. Dew had curled up to the bigger ghoul over an hour ago and refused to move since. 

Luckily, Mountain was binge watching the new season of his favourite show, some weird period (no pun intended) piece revolving around the courting of eligible females. They talk funny, but Dew would be lying if he tried to say he hadn’t gotten sucked into the story around the second episode. 

He lets out another pathetic whine as his stomach cramps again. Mountain shushes him comfortingly, petting his hair while simultaneously turning the volume of the show up so he doesn’t miss any dialogue. 

“Enough!” Dew jolts at the shout, while Mountain just rolls his eyes and presses the pause button, shifting his gaze to the water ghoul who just entered the den. 

Rain looks like a ghoul possessed, the lines of his body tight with tension, his eyes wild. Dew feels his stomach twist in a way that doesn’t cause him any physical discomfort, but mentally he’s doing somersaults. 

“Get. Out.” Rain spits at Mountain, his upper lip pealing back to reveal his fangs. 

“No.” Mount stares, unimpressed at the display before him. Rain’s eyes narrow slightly, before his lips shift into a grin that borders on insane. 

He’s across the room in seconds, scooping Dew from Mountain’s arms and turning on his heel. Rain tosses a hiss over his shoulder at the earth ghoul, before carrying Dew down the hallway and into his room. 

The bed smells like a mix of their scents. Dew takes a second to breathe in deeply when Rain deposits him, unceremoniously, in the middle of the mattress. 

“Hear me out,” Rain begins, pacing the room along the foot of the bed as he works himself up to get to the point. Dew’s intrigue pulls him onto his elbows, reclining slightly while tracking the water ghoul’s movements. 

“Listen,” Dew sighs as he tires of waiting for Rain to continue his explanation. “If this is about before-“

“Hear me out!” Rain repeats, voice raising as he stops pacing to kneel in front of Dew on the mattress. “I know you’re not sure about it, and if you don’t want to, then it’s fine. But I can smell your uncertainty. It’s new for both of us. And maybe I came on a little too strong, but you just drive me crazy.”

“Just what every ghoul wants to hear,” Dew responds sarcastically, eyes narrowing shrewdly. 

“In a good way!” Rain backtracks, holding his hands up in surrender. “Everything about you makes all rational thought leave me. I feel like I’m reduced to this primal instinct to just fuck you senselessly into whatever surface is closest.” 

Dew’s cheeks flush at the way the words stroke the flames of his desire. 

“I know this is out of your comfort zone, but I really want to try. Could we try? We can take it slow, and if at any point you feel uncomfortable it’ll be a hard stop.”

“Rain, I-“ Dew’s words are cut off by the deep growl Rain releases. The noise vibrating through his entire body, making his cunt clench tightly around the tampon he had inserted a few hours ago. 

“You’ve been walking around, teasing me senselessly for days, Dewdrop. I’ve been panting after you like a lovestruck kit, with barely even a look tossed in my direction. If this is a hard no for you, you’ve got to say it right now. I won’t be upset. But your scent of shame, arousal and blood is going to drive me up the wall if I don’t get to worship you properly. Right. The. Fuck. Now.”

Dew mewls pathetically, eyes wide and desperate as he tries to cling to any coherent thought running through his mind. The only thing is his body, screaming on repeat, to let this pleading ghoul pray at his alter. 

He’s nodding before he even realizes, arms reaching out to grasp onto Rain wherever he can find purchase. But the ghoul eludes him, moving back slightly on the bed, eyes bordering on feral. 

“I need to hear you say it. Use your words, Dewdrop.”

“I-“ Dew hesitates, swallowing around the lump in his throat. But one look at the trust, need and hunger in Rain’s eyes has him squaring his shoulders. “Yes.”

“Oh thank fuck,” Rain groans, surging forward and pressing against Dew’s lips so aggressively their teeth clack together. Dew gives as good as he gets, claws burrowing into Rain’s shoulders as Dew cants his hips up, desperate for any kind of friction. Rain hushes the needy whines Dew doesn’t even realize he’s letting out at an embarrassingly high frequency. 

Rain works his lips down the column of Dew’s throat, licking and biting occasionally as he burns a path lower. A choked gasp escapes when his mouth locks onto Dew’s nipple, using his teeth to pull taut on the ring there. 

Dew’s on a hairpin trigger already, trying embarrassingly hard not to cum from another swift tug on his nipple ring. His body is strung tight, tethering on the precipice of his release, when Rain’s thumb pushes down deftly on his clit. 

“Oh-oh fuck, Rain, YES!” Stars cloud his vision, jaw dropping as Dew tries to gulp in air after shouting loud enough for the entire clergy to hear what they’re up to. 

“That’s it, baby.” Rain praises, sliding further down Dew’s body until he’s kneeling between his legs, looking like the cat who caught the canary. 

Dew watches through heavy-lidded eyes as Rain’s hand trail low, though they widen comically when he sees the water ghoul wrapping the string of his tampon around a clawed finger. He feels unsure, despite Rain stroking his free hand along Dew’s thigh in a reassuring way. 

“Relax,” Rain orders, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards as he watches Dew forcibly untense his muscles. Dew doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely isn’t the way Rain starts to slowly pull, then push his tampon back in. He repeats the motion, becoming faster and more sure in his movements with gasp Dew lets out at the foreign feeling. 

“Fuck,” Dew hisses at the slight burn, his sanitary product being turned into a cruel dildo, while he can do nothing but lie there and take it. He’d be a damn liar if he said it didn’t feel divine. 

Rain slides his other hand up Dew’s thigh, finding its home at the juncture between his legs. His thumb rubs in a steady circle around the bundle of nerves, timing perfectly with the tempo in which he fucks Dew with the tampon. 

It’s too much. The rapidly increasing ministrations, paired with the way Rain is watching on in pure, unadulterated fascination. Dew feels himself cresting the hill again already, claws digging into the bedsheet as he hits his peak. 

His cunt clenches around nothing. 

Dew’s utterly thrown, looking around wildly to where Rain is standing. His eyes lock on the red-stained cotton hanging from where it’s still wrapped around Rain’s finger. 

Dew can see what’s going to happen mere seconds before it does, Rain raising the soaked tampon to dangle above his head, opening his jaw as he slowly lowers the object of his desire. It takes every inch of willpower on Dew’s part to scramble to a sitting position, throwing his hands out in alarm. Rain turns and focuses his chocolate-coloured irises on the fire ghoul who’s still shaking from his last orgasm. 

“Absolutely the fuck not, Rain. If you start sucking on that thing like a popsicle, I swear to Satan I will get up and leave,” Dew threatens, but it’s weak and his voice cracks halfway through. While, realistically, the thought of Rain sticking Dew’s used tampon in his mouth is off-putting and mildly disgusting, some part of him finds it insanely hot- and that’s not something he’s willing to address at this particular moment in time. 

Rain pauses, cocks his head to the side and Dew fears for a second that he might just call his bluff. They stare at each other in silence before Rain shrugs, tossing the tampon over his shoulder where it lands perfectly in the trash can beside his desk. 

“Whatever you say,” Rain concedes, and why does some tiny part of Dew wish Rain would push him harder on the subject? To try and get him to crack on his already paper thin resolve regarding this issue? He doesn’t have time to ponder that train of thought as Rain rises to his full height, towering over where Dew is still sitting on the bed, hands frozen from when he initially asked him to stop. 

“But let’s get one thing straight.” Dew’s head snaps up, freezing as Rain’s claws trail along his cheek, down to his neck, where he wraps his fingers around in a firm grip, pinning Dew in place with not only his hand, but his eyes as well. Dew swallows against the constriction, enjoying the way he struggles to move the saliva down his throat. 

“Your crimson carnation is mine. I, alone, harvest and reap the benefits. Don’t disrespect me by using those glorified sponges.”

“Oh fuck off, who actually says shit like that?” Dew scoffs, but his words are choked off by Rain tightening the grip around his throat. 

“You wanna put that dirty mouth of yours to use?”

Dew wants to bite back, spit some more filth towards the water ghoul, but he’s salivating at the thought of getting his lips around Rain’s cock. So he swallows his pride and nods, never breaking eye contact while looking up from under his lashes. 

“Well, that’s too bad.”

Rain shoves him backwards onto the bed, diving tongue first into his cunt. Dew fumbles for a second, hands gripping the sheet as he gets thoroughly licked apart. 

Rain fucking growls into his pussy, eating like a man starved. 

“What the fuck?” Dew breathes out to the ceiling, looking for an answer from some higher power. 

[yellowrabbitfurry]

Yayayaay I’m finally done!! Thank you guys for being so supportive, and giving me the motivation to actually finish something!!

So without further ado, my first fanfic on tumblr!

*How the polycule might’ve started* —————————————————————————

Nightmare tossed around in his bed, groaning and growling. He hadn’t been feeling himself that day, so he had stayed in bed. 

But he was restless. 

Nothing was comfortable, and he could barely even think. 

He didn’t know what was wrong with him; this had never happened before. 

Not this intensely.. not this bothersome. 

Though, he had a pretty good idea of what it was.

He had pushed down his instincts for so long, and now it was coming back to bite him. 

The only person he could think of that would be able to help was Dream- the only other person he knew who had such instincts as his own.

His brother.. for just a second, Nightmare considered going to him for help. 

But no. 

He wouldn’t stoop so low as to go to him. 

He was a strong, powerful king of negativity- he was practically a god! 

He’d just deal with this on his own.

He laid restless for quite a while, before giving up completely on “toughing it out”. 

He couldn’t stay like that any longer. 

There was only one person who knew what was wrong, and that was himself, right? 

He just had to let his instincts take over.

He laid there for another moment, trying to let himself give up control. It was hard; he liked control. 

But he’d rather be a backseat driver than deal with the unbearable discomfort in his bones.

He just needed to give into to his urges- he’d suppressed them for so long, he’d forgotten what they even were. 

No sooner than he let his natural instincts back back into his mind, he felt the need to get up and make a nest. 

He’d had the urge before, and he had plenty of bedding to use as materials too. 

But he’d never actually done it. 

It always seemed childish to him, especially when he already had such a big and lavish bed. 

But he wasn’t going to question himself, not now. 

He was just going to do. 

So, he got right up and began the destruction of his bed. 

He ripped off every single blanket and pillow, throwing them to the floor in one big pile- afterwards starting off to his closet on a mission to gather more. 

He had an abundance of blankets and pillows in there as well, considering how frequently he needed to change his bedding in the summer. 

He dragged them all out and almost started construction on top of the bed, before deciding that it was just too tall, and his room was far too open. 

So back to the closet he went. It wasn’t a huge walk-in closet by any means, but it was still rather sizable. 

The perfect size for a makeshift den.. that perfect place to build his nest. 

He constructed the pillows in a large nest shape, before covering them with blankets and bulking it out. He packed them in, rolled them up, tucked them around the pillows. 

And then he threw one or two over the nest for good measure- to cover up with. 

After he was done, he practically collapsed into the nest of bedding, curling up and getting comfortable. 

In the dark of his closet, and the coziness of the nest, he was definitely much more comfortable. He thought maybe he could finally sleep…

But no. 

Something was still wrong, and the king was still without rest. 

The nest felt empty.. far too empty to sleep in. 

He needed something to fill it with. 

And so, going with the theme of the day, he didn’t stop to think about it. 

He just got up from the nest and left his room, going off to wander the halls of the mansion in search of what he needed. 

He stalked the halls for a short while, before halting his tracks as he heard the faint sound of voices. 

It came from the kitchen- but he was sure the boys were out right now. Who was here? 

Well, there was only one way to find out. 

He made his way to the kitchen, silent as a shadow as he peered into the room. It was Cross and Error, who were supposed to be on a grocery run. 

Maybe they’d gotten back early? Maybe he’d just been in his room for that long? It didn’t matter all too much, Nightmare decided. 

As he gazed in their direction, watching them chat and snack on their chocolate, something clicked in the king’s mind. 

This was what he needed, cuddle buddies. 

That’s why his nest felt so empty. 

And they were only talking, too- he was sure they wouldn’t mind a change in location. 

He crept closer, the two smaller skeletons oblivious to his approach as he made his way. 

He remained completely unnoticed, until he was right behind Cross, one hand rested on his shoulder. 

The poor knight jumped in surprise, causing Error to jump as well. 

There was a quiet, tense moment where the two just looked up at Nightmare. 

They looked anxious, and Nightmare knew they both thought they were in trouble. 

He didn’t like that, despite his usual love of others negative emotions. He didn’t want them to be nervous- he didn’t know why. 

After a while of standing there, Cross spoke up in a small voice. 

He was so quiet, Nightmare would’ve thought he went back to when the knight first got here. 

He was so shy back then..

“B- boss..? Is everything alright..? I- I thought you were sleeping-..” he stuttered, but was quickly silenced as the king grabbed him up by his armpits, and pulled him close to his body. 

He had one hand on Cross’ ass, and one on his back as he held him like one would a small child. 

The poor knight just stuttered and blushed, unable to process what was happening. 

Error also looked surprised, but before he could question Nightmare’s actions he was grabbed up by a tentacle and pulled close as well. 

He was place over the goopy king’s shoulder, held gently in place by a tentacle. 

And with nothing of importance left in the kitchen, Nightmare started back to his room. 

The two tried to talk to him a few times, but they got no response outside of a hum, or “everything’s fine”. 

On the way they also bumped into Killer, who Nightmare could recall was left home from the mission (to his disappointment) in case Nightmare needed something. 

He stared at the scene before him in confusion, before grinning at the three. 

“Well damn, boss, if you were that needy you coulda come to me~!” he teased, laughing at his own crude sense of humor. 

Nightmare just stared blankly at him for a few moments, before suddenly shooting a tentacle forward and snatching him up as well. 

Killer yelped in surprise, completely caught off guard by Nightmare. 

He got a bit huffy about it, but his questions were also left unanswered, with Cross attempting to soothe his concerns with a soft “just calm down.. boss wouldn’t hurt us..” as Killer was begrudgingly dragged behind them. 

Once they arrived at Nightmare’s room, they were quite surprised to see his bed as bare as it was. 

No pillows, no blankets- just the sheets. 

Of course, the king didn’t give them a chance to question it, and just took them straight to his little “den”. 

He placed them all into the nest, so gentle with them you’d assume they were made of glass. 

He liked the look of them three in there, a mixture of fondness and amusement at the sight of their confused little faces. 

Of course, he was rather annoyed that his little collection wasn’t complete.. but he’d just have to wait til Horror and Dust got back. 

He closed the door halfway to make it darker, before climbing into the nest as well. He curled his body around the three, pulling them to lay against him. 

Cross tried to get up once more, and attempted to question seemingly feral king.

“N- Nightmare..? What.. what are you doing..?” he stuttered, looking quite anxious, “what’s going on..?” He was nervous, and Nightmare couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to scare any of them.. but his brain was so hazy, he couldn’t find a way to comfort them properly. 

So he just pulled Cross back against his chest, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

In his mind he might’ve whispered that it was okay, but he wasn’t exactly there enough to tell if he was talking or purring. 

It didn’t matter, though, because soon enough the closet-den was filled with an aura of calm, and the three started to relax. 

It was better not to question the odd things Nightmare did, anyway; they’d already learned that. 

It wasn’t like this was anything harmful either.. why not get comfortable? It was so, so comfortable..

In the end, thanks to Nightmare’s comforting aura and embrace, they all fell into a comfortable sleep.

An hour or so later, however, the king awoke. 

Alerted by the feeling of familiar magic entering the mansion, he knew that the last two boys must finally be home.

He crept out of the nest, careful not to wake the others as he slunk around the castle in search of Dust and Horror. 

It didn’t take long, given how easy it was to sense their magic after a mission.

Heightened soul rate, adrenaline, excitement.. they must’ve had a good time.

He slunk into living room, finding them laughing with each other. These two had always been pretty close.. 

Nightmare found it quite sweet to watch.

They were talking about the mission, making fun of the Star Sanses- from what Nightmare could gather, the enemy had arrived far too late to stop the mission.

It didn’t matter too much to him at the moment.

“So do you wanna give the report?” He could hear Dust ask, “or should I do it?”

The reply was a soft, “I dunno.. we could probably.. just do it together.”

“But shouldn’t you start dinner?”

Horror just shrugged, chuckling to himself, “it can.. probably wait. If they were so hungry.. everyone would be bothering me by now..!”

Dust just laughed with him, “yeah, you’re probably right.”

Nightmare almost felt bad for cutting their conversation short. Really, they always seemed to enjoy talking to each other. 

But he felt like he would explode if he didn’t bring them to his nest.. they’d just have to resume their conversation another time.

He finally made himself known, purposely approaching loud enough for them to hear.

They jumped slightly, having not been aware of him before then. 

But they were quite used to Nightmare doing such things by now.

“Oh, boss,” Dust smiled at him, “we were just about to come find you.”

Nightmare didn’t really understand why Dust was smiling. Maybe he was happy they didn’t have to actually look for the king, maybe he was happy Nightmare finally got out of bed? 

But he didn’t care, it didn’t matter. 

Dust was smiling at him, and he wished to keep it that way.

They both started on their little report, Nightmare drinking in their cheerful voices and soft laughter. 

It was the only positivity he would tolerate, from his boys..

However happy they were giving the report, though, he had to cut it short.

He would much rather this not take too long.

He walked closer as they spoke on about their mission, purring at their delicious laughter.

They didn’t seem to notice until he got a bit closer than he usually would’ve, confused by his behavior. 

“Uhh.. boss?” Dust questioned, before being cut off by Nightmare scooping him up into his arms.

He gave a startled squeak, but didn’t squirm or complain like Cross or Killer. He just.. didn’t care.

The king grabbed Horror too, holding him gently in his tentacles as he carried them both back to his nest.

Dust tried to question him at least once more, but Nightmare already had such a calming aura in the moment that they didn’t feel the need to question.

Once back at the “den”, Nightmare happily placed the last two nest, purring at how wonderful they all looked together.

The two snickered slightly at the sight of what they were seeing, and Dust immediately got comfortable in the nest, prompting Horror to follow.

“So this is why nobody bothered us when we got back, huh?”

Nightmare thought he might’ve answered, but really his only reply was a soft growl as he clambered into the nest after them.

He curled up in the middle of them all, wanting them all against his body. He held them close with his tentacles, making a small exception for Cross, whom he cradled in his arms.

The first three might’ve stirred a bit, but they were quickly lulled back to sleep by Nightmare’s loud purring. 

Dust and Horror were quick to join them.

Nightmare loved this; he couldn’t help but love this. 

He’d never had them all so close before, and it was like heaven. It was soft, it was comfortable.. it was home.

He didn’t think he was letting anyone sleep in their own beds for a little while.

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Thank you for reading!! Though I am only writing for fun, I am willing to take a bit of criticism as long as you’re nice about it! So please, if I’ve made any grammatical errors, or a sentence doesn’t make sense, feel free to tell me! Any hate will be ignored, and the commenter will be blocked.

[stxrvel]

hate is a strong word pt. 3

summary: after a few bumps, you and Bucky finally have that long-awaited conversation.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +5k

warnings: bad words, mentions of kidnapping and trauma surrounding it, reader is still stubborn when it comes to ther safety, mention of thoughts regarding death or possible death, reader tries to play it cool in front of everyone but she has a big trauma inside, reader is finally taking her time to understand things, bucky barnes?

note: this took me a while but still i hope you guys like this! this is the final part for this mini series and it didn't end up being as long as i thought but im still really satisfied. just know that feedback is always appreciated and i love reading your comments! see you next time <3

previous

Things had become tense at the Complex. Not because of you, or Bucky. Black Lightning was attacking all of the Avengers' blind spots and was leaving them defenseless on the battlefield. It might seem like a joke that a single person with the power of lightning could defeat the planet's greatest defenders, but they couldn't underestimate a person with pain, a purpose and nothing to lose.

You had not been cleared to return to the field, yet Fury entrusted you with a special mission.

Find the infiltrator.

It was no surprise to anyone that lately it seemed Black Lightning was always three steps ahead of all your plans, any ambush or surprise takeover would be reversed and they would end up back at the starting point. Fury, very thoroughly, gave you a list of possible suspects that you were to intercept any communications from. Even though you couldn't go out in the field, you had a job that was almost as important, so you did it with great zeal.

But it was already ten days away. And, although the director didn't ask you to, you also kept an eye on the activity of the team members against Black Lightning, trying to spot any suspicious behavior through the cameras.

That's how you came to be in front of his desk, asking him to let you chase a man who went out every day at the same time and always came back two hours later, without fail. It would be too complicated for him to accept, for the same reason you weren't going on field missions yet, but you had to try. Besides, who else would he send if no one else on the team knew about it? He had to trust you.

He had to, and yet…

“No fucking way,” the director shook his head, taking with the air your precious opportunity to provide the team with a way out.

“This might be the only chance we have to get the upper hand on her,” you scowled at him, indignation bubbling in your chest.

“I'm not going to send you into the lion's den one more time,” his determined look left you speechless for a few seconds. It seemed you weren't the only one who kept thinking back to that ambush a few weeks ago.

Maybe the fear of being close to Black Lightning once again should be stronger than the desire to defeat her, but knowing the stakes gave you a little more courage to confront her. Still, you had to tense your jaw discreetly to keep Fury from noticing the fear that wanted to creep into your eyes. The very thought sent shivers down your spine, but… if not you, then who? If not now, when?

“In the position we're in, do you think that's what we should be focusing on now?”

The words burned in your throat, but you fought hard to keep your expression composed and furious. The fear in your chest was clashing with the discomfort of your rationality and you felt dizzy.

Fury shook his head once more.

“It's too risky a possibility, what are you supposed to do if she finds you?”

“I'm going to stay away from them. I don't need to hear what they talk about, just watch them together.”

The man wasn't going to budge, you knew that. Maybe, after all, you were just there to follow the regular conduit. So that, afterwards, you wouldn't have anyone wondering why you did it. You gave him the chance to go along with you on this, to be with you, because he had to know that a simple "no" couldn't stop you, and he wouldn't take it.

“There's no way she doesn't realize you're around her.”

“She doesn't carry a thermos sensor on her, Fury. And now we know she knows all our plans in advance because someone tells her, not because she has super mental powers or telekinesis.”

“I can't let you do that, Y/N.”

“And what were you planning to do with this information? If you're not going to send me and no one else on the team knows.”

Fury didn't respond.

There was nothing more you could say to him. If he didn't want to take that chance, then you would. It was a stupid, crazy, risky plan, probably the most dangerous you'd ever come up with, but it was also a great chance to get something when you'd only spent days losing.

You met Natasha when you arrived at the Complex common room. Bucky was there. You hadn't seen him since that last conversation you had in the intelligence room.

“How did it go?”

“Horrible.”

Natasha was the only one who half knew what you were planning, only because you couldn't contain the full truth to yourself without believing you were going to explode. A couple of days ago you had told her that you were going to ask Fury to let you go back to field missions, because it had been over a month. You left out some details, important and unnecessary details, but that was essentially what it was all about.

“Maybe it's for the best,” Natasha commented after pouting her lips. “It's still very fresh.”

“You guys are more traumatized by that incident than I am.”

“You could have died,” Natasha frowned at your words, looking at you as if she couldn't believe you would take so much credit for what happened. It looked like you had committed a crime.

“But I didn't die. And everyone treats me like I did,” you returned the gesture, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Don't blame us for worrying about you,” Natasha tried to move closer, raising her hand to put it on your shoulder, but you pulled away sharply with an annoyed expression. You didn't miss the flash of confusion that passed over her face.

“I've always done these missions, Natasha, what's different now?”

“That she almost killed you and you haven't given yourself time to process that like you should,” Natasha had always cared about your well being and having conversations like this from time to time wasn't that strange to you, but on this occasion it really had been too long and you hated that they think you were incapable of moving on with your life because of something that happened over a month ago that was no different than something that might have happened to you before.

“I risk my life on every mission, just like everyone else.”

“Don't downplay the importance of that. Worry more about your life.”

“Are you pulling a Bucky Barnes on me right now?”

Natasha let out an exasperated sigh. You watched as she run one of her hands through her reddish hair. You sure looked like you were going to explode, you felt your skin boiling.

Maybe you were having an overreaction, but who was determining that limit? There was no one in that Complex who knew you better than yourself. You hated to think that Fury had more reasons for not letting you back into the field, like you weren't as strong as the others with incredible powers and abilities. It was ridiculous.

And Natasha was saying ridiculous things too… but she cared anyway. You couldn't condemn her for that.

The big sigh you let out caught her attention.

“I'm sorry,” you told her, your voice a little more muffled and lower than before.

“I'm sorry too,” Natasha shook her head when she saw you were about to protest and took the floor again, “Sometimes I forget that you're one of the strongest and bravest members on the team. No one goes through everything you went through and still lives with strength like that.”

Did she just read your mind?

“Keep trying,” Natasha patted your arm. “With Fury, I mean. Maybe tomorrow you'll have better luck.”

You couldn't wait for tomorrow. He'd refuse again, that was for sure.

Natasha gave you a tight-lipped smile and you could barely return the gesture. You wanted to drag her back to your side to tell her what you really wanted to do, but you couldn't, nothing assured you that she would react differently to Fury, or worse, try to join you. Natasha was someone who would give her life to protect the team, but you were no slouch.

Besides, this was your kind of mission. Fury gave it to you because he knew you were the only one who would know how to handle it, even if he didn't want to accept it or want to let you execute it. Maybe only one person could come, but… No. You didn't have time to think about that.

You had to do it. And it had to be that night. You couldn't stand one more meeting with the team with no new news, having to endure their thinly disguised looks of disappointment. That was it, it was disappointing to not be able to get breakthroughs and keep losing at every attempt. Here was the opportunity and it could go very well or very badly. There was only one way to find out.

-

You had already learned the path by heart. It was the tenth day since you all had gone into crisis so you had time to draw lines on your mental map. Natasha, Sam and Tony had left the Complex and the rest of the remaining team were probably asleep or something. The point was that the coast was clear.

The person you were to follow would be leaving in fifteen minutes and that was your time to get ahead of them. You took one of the motorcycles from the parking lot and started your way to where the meeting point would be. You would leave the motorcycle at a great distance and walk the rest of the way in silence.

You were sure it was a good plan.

It had to be.

Several minutes passed when, in that building in front of the abandoned chapel, you saw the man with the glasses enter after looking both sides of the street. You were thankful that the shadows and darkness played in your favor that time. You tiptoed up to the chapel door after a few seconds. It was made of very old wood, old enough that the cracks inside it were large enough to get a good view of the inside of the building.

There, in the middle of the night and the shadows, you saw her. Once again you were close to her. And in front of her was that mysterious man who seemed to be the infiltrator in the team. You felt sorry for that poor devil.

That is until you felt movements around you and, just when it seemed that Black Lightning's head was turning in your direction, a pair of arms wrapped around you and pulled you away at incredible speed from the wooden door.

It had all happened so fast that you didn't even react until that person pulled you both into the building next to the chapel. There, hidden, it didn't even occur to you to raise your voice. You could see out of the corner of your eye through the window on your left side that Black Lightning came out of the chapel roughly, her head moving in every possible direction, surely looking for the source of the sense of surveillance she must have had.

You watched her until the person behind you gave you a tug in the opposite direction and you could do nothing but frown at him.

It was amazing how you could recognize him even without hearing or seeing him. It was as if your unconscious knew Bucky Barnes in essence.

Neither of you moved until you stopped hearing the voices a short distance away and until Black Lightning's distinctive whirring sound echoed as she flew off.

Your chest rose in sync with your accelerated breathing, increasing as the seconds passed in silence.

You had an internal dilemma thinking that night could have possibly ended very badly.

“You know what, I know how you get away with those crazy plans you always have,” you heard his voice low against your ear, his breath moving the unbound strands of your hair and sending electric currents throughout your body. “You've got all the fucking luck in the world on your side.”

His arms finally pulled away from your body. The hand covering your mouth left a cold trace on its path away from you. Everything seemed to move a little slower.

“Are you okay?”

Bucky grabbed your shoulders to turn you around. His chest was the first thing you saw, your head tilted slightly to the ground in a kind of shock. It was the adrenaline of the moment clearly, the possibility that she had found you and you hadn't returned that night to the Complex, the endless situations of suffering you could have gone through far away, no one knowing where you were or how to find you, all falling at once on top of your head.

You had been so close to death before on several occasions, but the feeling never became less tolerable. Sometimes it was easier to process it, with too much outside stimuli allowing you to escape the density of the situation. But at that moment, as at some others, the feeling of fear was overwhelming. Maybe you could walk over it, as you planned to do, but it would be whispering behind your ear at every turn, furrowing through your nerves and your bones as if it was born for that sole purpose.

Bucky moved you at some point, as you kept thinking about how you should process that not-so-close-to-death experience. Fury was quite right not to have allowed you to do this in the first place and you hated to think that maybe you should have listened to him. But you really hadn't counted on seeing her again to paralyze you so much. The idea hadn't scared you as much as it did at that moment.

Suddenly you were in a car that was parked in front of the Complex and it made you wonder how the hell Bucky had gotten to that place that no one knew about, when you had never told anyone where you were going.

You had probably fallen asleep because the next thing you knew you were in your room in complete silence with Bucky sitting on the edge of your bed. You barely looked at him not knowing what to say. How had you moved so fast? Did you really get so deep in your thoughts?

Well, enough was enough. Nothing had happened. You were fine. Just your luck. You didn't have to face Black Lightning again with the lowest chance of winning. Bucky had gotten you out of there. You were fine.

“How did you know where I was?”

“You took my bike,” Bucky shook his shoulders slightly, his serious face scanning yours for some kind of clue. “I got an alarm on my cell phone and when I saw that it had been you... I don't know, something told me you were going to do something stupid.”

Bucky rested his hands on the mattress and your eyes followed the movement as if it was the only thing you could see, the only thing you could focus on. Maybe you did, you didn't want to see him. Besides the fact that you felt ashamed because you really had been reckless, you still didn't want to be that close to him after what had happened.

But that wasn't the time to think about that. You had found the insider. You were right. Now, how were you going to tell Fury without him freaking out? He'd probably take away your license and ban you from the Complex.

“I got some great information thanks to that stupid plan,” you tried to lash out in a more cheerful tone, but it felt bittersweet between your lips. If Bucky felt it false, he didn't comment on it.

“What were you were doing anyway?”

“Fury had a suspicion that there was an infiltrator on the team. He asked me to trace calls, but… that wasn't getting me anywhere. I had been following one particular person who I noticed was always going out and coming back at the same time by watching the security cameras…”

When you ventured to raise your head, Bucky had a raised eyebrow.

“Sometimes I got bored of being there all day and checked the cameras, it's not a crime.”

“I didn't say it was.”

“You're judging me with that look.”

Bucky smiled, a short laugh flooding in.

“So you saw that person and decided they were the insider.”

“They had to be. I had to check it out.”

“And Fury wouldn't let you so you stole my bike and went to find out on your own in one of the worst ideas you've ever had.”

You twisted your lips. “Yeah, basically.”

“At least you're not contradicting me that it was a terrible plan.”

“No, I knew it was a horrible plan, but what else could I do? I was tired of not being able to get anything out of the reports and I had a great chance in the palm of my hand. Tell me if you wouldn't have done it.”

Bucky pursed his lips, but didn't deny your words. And that's because yes, it would have been even more stupid of you to listen to Fury and ignore everything after he had denied you a clearance.

Now you had a big advantage over Black Lightning. You had to tell Fury.

“You could have told me,” Bucky suddenly commented, his gaze wandering along the wall to the side of the bed.

You arched an eyebrow at him, even though he wasn't looking at you and snorted in disbelief.

“And for what, so you could charge me with Fury?”

“Ouch,” the man in front of you pretended his chest hurt and his right hand went to hover over his heart. “I would've gone along with you, of course.”

“Are you kidding me?” you let out a laugh.

“Of course I'm not. You're right about one thing and that's that it's a big advantage, but yes I would've preferred it if you hadn't gone alone. What would have happened if it hadn't been my bike you took? I don't even want to…”

A dense silence followed Bucky's words. That had been a possibility you had considered indirectly, in the back of your head, where reason didn't enter. It followed you like a blur, something you didn't know exactly what it was, but it made your hair stand on end to remember it was there.

And you had thought about telling him, you almost succumbed to the idea, but you were afraid it would go badly for both of you. For him.

“Very convenient, but thank you for following me.”

Bucky shrugged.

“We were right to follow our instinct.”

-

Things with Fury had become tense and you hadn't come out of one punishment and into another. Still, the information you provided was just what the team needed to get back three steps ahead of Black Lightning. She was a powerful woman, yes, but they could prepare much better.

The team was busy for days, almost weeks. You had too much time for yourself and office work, so much so that you already knew that by the time you could get back to field missions, nothing would get you out of there.

You would run into some of the team members from time to time and chat about anything. Sometimes you could almost say you missed the company of some of them. Even Bucky, at times, made himself missed.

Everything returned to a bit more of a normal rhythm when Black Lightning was defeated and locked. That day the team had a huge dinner. You spent almost the entire night with Natasha and Clint; Steve showed up from time to time and Tony moved from table to table. It was a very peaceful evening with nothing new to interrupt it. The next day you would return to the ordinary trot, but that night you all enjoyed it quite a bit.

You'd like to say you'd talked to Bucky, but…

You went several weeks without seeing him, as the team struggled to stop Black Lightning, and just as you continued with your office work and no longer had as much pressure on your shoulders having ripped that woman's Achilles heel, you used a lot of that time to do a lot of self-reflection. Weeks went by, so you had plenty of time. Also with some advice from Natasha, of course.

It had been so long since you'd last seen him that meeting him in the hallway of the rooms felt strange.

“Hello,” he was the first to speak, as you held tightly the container with the coffee you had half-drunk that morning.

It was barely dawn. You had gone to the kitchen to make your morning coffee and were on your way back to your room when you found him coming out of his. There was no way you could run away, he was literally right in front of you. But you weren't sure that was what you wanted to do, you were just too nervous. You had thought about a lot of things during all that time without seeing him, but not what to say to him when you saw him again.

“Hi,” you replied almost in a whisper, and you wanted to slap yourself at how embarrassed you sounded. You felt your face heat up.

“How are you doing?”

“Fine. All good,” you pursed your lips, swaying on your feet. You felt like you were on unfamiliar ground. “What about you?”

“Same, all good,” Bucky shook his head in assent, mimicking your gesture. He still had his white pajamas on and his right hand on the doorknob.

“I'm glad,” you tore the words from your throat, wanting to fill the silence that wanted to envelop you tightly.

Bucky continued to shake his head in slight movements, as he averted his gaze to the hallway. You had no idea what to do now, you never thought seeing him again would be so awkward.

“This is… weird,” Bucky spoke again after a few seconds, looking unsure and confused.

“Yeah, too much.”

“Sorry.”

“No,” you shook your head quickly and moved closer unconsciously. “It's not your fault. It's nothing. We must have become unaccustomed to each other's presence.”

You saw him tilt his head.

“It's just that it's been too long,” with his comment he agreed with you, suddenly looking a little less uncomfortable. “Speaking of which, how did it go? Because of what happened with Black Lightning, I mean.”

“Oh,” you took the container with your coffee in your hands, lowering your gaze. “I've been fine. It was a rough few days after that, but I'm better now. I'm not sure why that happened.”

“Really? I'd be stranger if it hadn't happened,” Bucky admitted, and at your frown, he elaborated, “She had kidnapped you a month before, we had no idea where you were. Even if it had been a short time, you must have felt desperate. She out-powered you.”

“But I've had near-death experiences before,” you shook your head. You'd had that debate in your head several times before, and it seemed Bucky had come to the same conclusion you had.

“When you've dealt with that kind of situation, it's been very easy for you to get through it because you were in control. Chance was up to you. But not that time, you were at the mercy of someone else, their power or their pity. There was nothing you could do.”

His eyes sparkled in the sunlight filtering through the window and you realized that you had missed his sympathetic, condescending gaze from time to time. You hadn't seen him many times before, especially not before that talk you'd had a couple of months ago that changed everything.

One such day, in the rain and thunder, you thought that a lot of what Bucky had to offer scared you. Maybe you hated him because imagining wanting him was so much harder when that decision was up to him and not you. Hate could be controlled unilaterally, love could not.

In conclusion, you were a very controlling person.

“You are very wise,” you smiled through your reply.

Bucky smiled too, a small gesture that triggered something in your chest, in your heart or to the side. You weren't sure where it was.

“I hope this time has served you well in many ways,” he commented as he stepped fully out of his darkened room and closed the door. “I'm going to the kitchen,” he gave a glance at your container, “I guess I'll see you later.”

You nodded absently. “Yeah, see you later.”

Bucky gave you a tight-lipped smile before he started walking back the way you had come. Watching him walk away left you with a sense of anticipation, because there was still so much you wanted to tell him but had no idea how to go about it. You still struggled a bit with the words, but you were already sure of what you wanted. And one of those things was for him to know as soon as possible.

You also struggled with the possible outcomes. There weren't many, but you didn't like one of them and you thought it might make you sad. You were trying to make peace with not controlling others and stop being a lone wolf about it, but it was still a little difficult.

You didn't see Bucky until a couple of days later.

It was Steve's birthday and Tony of course threw an amazing party as a celebration. The whole team was there and many other people close to them. You all had become a bit secretive since the issue with the insider, especially Tony with how he handled meetings and in this case, reunions. So it was crowded, but not overly so as it used to be.

You had had a good time, you chatted with everyone and drank what you wanted. You spent time sitting, on the dance floor and near the games. You enjoyed everything until finally your legs gave out. It was past midnight when you stepped out onto the balcony to finally get some air. The drink made you somewhat cheerful and social, but you continued to keep your sanity and reason. Enough so that seeing Bucky Barnes in a suit leaning against the railing caused a twist in your heart and an emptiness in the pit of your stomach.

“Did you come for air too?”

You didn't know if it was his super-soldier serum or something similar to yours, but it always amazed you that he knew when you were around. It also made your nerves calm a bit as you approached the railing.

“Yeah, they had me without a break today.”

Bucky let out a laugh, openly, and amidst your glassy-eyed stare from drinking, you couldn't take your eyes off him. You couldn't when he was regaling you with such an exquisite sight and such a harmonious sound. You didn't know how you had been able to spend so much time hating him. Or pretending you did. Hate is such a strong word, it shouldn't be used so casually.

“I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, really. You look more radiant,” he kept his gaze on yours, not wiping the smile from his face.

“How long have you been here?”

“I was just about to leave. I guess I was lucky I decided to stay a little longer.”

You arched an eyebrow at him with a half smile, which was answered with one of his own.

“I couldn't blame you,” you commented, averting your gaze to take in the incredible panoramic view you had of much of the city from where you stood. You had both worlds, the vast wilderness and the concrete jungle, “It's a beautiful view.”

“Indeed,” you heard him so close you didn't have to move much to know he was still looking at you.

With a hot face, you shook your head.

“You're very flirtatious, Barnes, I don't think I would've guessed.”

“You have no idea what I'm like, doll, you've got a long way to go,” his voice sounded a little deeper than usual and you blamed the cold for the shiver that ran through your body.

“Are you assuming I want to walk it?” you turned to see him with a falsely confused, playful look.

“I'll take my chances,” he gave you a beautiful cocked smile without taking his light eyes away from yours.

“Careful with that. You could end up walking alone,” you looked back out over the city, being all too aware of his gaze roaming the silhouette of your face.

“I have a good feeling. The wind is on my side.”

You let out a laugh inevitably, it was probably because of nerves or because he was building something around both of you that you couldn't control. And maybe that didn't bother you too much. It would be nice to let someone else carry the rope once in a while… wouldn't it?

“Are you implying something?”

You heard him sigh before taking the same position you had, facing the city.

“I guess I can't hide my curiosity,” he took a moment before speaking again. “You know we have a pending conversation.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, feeling the thrill of anticipation course through your body from head to toe. It seemed you weren't the only one who had waited too long for that.

“Do you have something to tell me?”

You turned your head, meeting his profile. The way the city shone in his eyes was magical and you didn't want to focus on anything else but that. Or on the way his eyebrows moved almost imperceptibly under your watchful gaze. Or the relief of his red lips that were almost…

“I think we should start slow.”

Liar.

Bucky turned his head, taking you almost by surprise. His blue eyes looked amused.

“So you agree that we should start?”

“Yes,” you shook your head in sync, his gaze causing you to be as unsettled as possible. “But we'll have to start from scratch.”

“I don't think I can control myself for that long,” Bucky almost whispered, his voice as low as you'd ever heard it before. He wasn't going to let you have it any easier.

“You'll have to learn to do it.”

But you wouldn't give up your arm so easily either. He could continue to provoke you all he wanted, but you'd take things at your own pace.

“You can bet on it,” his face was closer than before, you could almost touch his nose if you moved a little, “but I don't think it would be that easy for you.”

“Do you think I have no self-control? Me?” you frowned at him, but kept your expression warm. The man in front of you only laughed, creating distance between the two of you. A cold air swept over you from where he had been.

“I guess time will tell who will give up first.”

“And it won't be me.”

“Mmm,” Bucky hummed in reproach, shaking his head. “You're very stubborn.”

“There's still a lot you have to learn from me, darling.”

The nickname left your lips unconsciously, but that only made the corners of his lips lift even more. His face looked brighter than before if that was possible. You wanted to take it back, but you'd better think twice. A different, more pleasant and comfortable feeling settled in your chest and your heart seemed to beat to a different rhythm.

“Well, now that we've finally come to an agreement…”

“Halfway,” you interrupted him, rolling your eyes.

“We can start now.”

His eyes on yours felt too meticulous at that moment.

“Now?”

“Yes,” Bucky shrugged. “I can take you dancing right now, shouldn't I take the opportunity?”

You almost choked on your own words. You wanted to deny yourself for a moment, maybe it wasn't true that you were ready and able to safely embrace these new feelings he was generating in you. Maybe you really didn't feel as safe as you thought you did…

But when Bucky extended his hand towards you, with that lopsided smile and sparkling eyes, any negative thoughts disappeared from your head in the blink of an eye. You were afraid of what you two might turn out to be, yes, it was true, but you couldn't spend the rest of your life living like this. Not when already, without even having started, you knew that there would be no other place in the world you wanted to be, nor where you felt as safe as that moment.

When you took his hand securely, you never wanted to let go again, much less if you could continue to see that expression of happiness on Bucky's face. You moved beside him as if you had done it all your life before that moment, and in the life before that.

His fingers intertwined with yours and you felt like you closed a promise in that moment.

“You know, I'm not much of a dancer,” you commented to him as you approached the stairs.

“Don't worry. We have plenty of time for you to learn,” Bucky gave you a reassuring squeeze to accompany his words. “We're just getting started.”

You hoped to enjoy that night as much as you hoped to enjoy all the time you had with him, whatever it was. Despite the fear, you would take him with open arms. It was better that than nothing at all.

Anyway, you were already realizing that that wasn't something you were going to think about very often. Bucky said it himself, you were just getting started.

-

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[omegaverse-anthropologist]

pack structure

i have a more general post about packs which explains the concept and the function of packs as communities of care. in this post, i’ll discuss the typical roles that packs have.

pack roles

dominant alpha

sometimes referred to as Alpha (as opposed to lowercase-a alpha), a ‘dominant alpha’ refers to the alpha whose social standing is highest in a pack with more than one alpha present.

naming of a dominant alpha may be immediate or may take as long as months, especially when a new alpha with a strong personality is introduced to a group. the following behaviors are typical when a pack is in the process of naming an Alpha:

posturing behaviors (e.g. providing for the pack, scenting pack members, marking territory via releasing strong pheromones)

tests of will (e.g. growling, glaring, aggressive eye contact until one alpha looks away)

social structuring behavior may escalate to physical altercation.

often, alphas are unaware of the social structuring behavior being performed. they may describe antagonistic feelings toward their competitor/s (e.g., ‘i just don’t like that guy;’ ‘she’s just an asshole’) or feelings of insecurity (e.g. ‘they’re trying to make my friends hate me;’ ‘he wants to replace me.’) but these feelings usually dissipate when the social structuring behavior is completed and the packs alphas submit to the Alpha.

alpha social structuring behavior generally only takes place between the pack’s alphas. the alphas’ submission is what names a pack alpha, though non-alpha packmates’ discomfort affects the outcome of the structuring behavior. non-alpha packmates may choose to support their choice for Alpha by seeking their scent, spreading their scent-marked possessions around the den, or rejecting the other alpha’s provision.

chief omega

sometimes colloquially referred to as the pack’s ’den mother.’ because omegas tend to be more collaborative and community focused, there is no generally recognized omegan equivalent of a dominant alpha; though many packs have tacit social hierarchies. in such groups, a chief omega is named either explicitly or implicitly.

when a new omega is introduced to a pack, there may be a period of discomfort and insecurity for the established omegas. established omegas may feel that the new pack member is trying to replace them or turn the pack against them, but in a healthy pack these feelings do not persist.

the chief omega is the one to whom most pack mates, regardless of sex, tend to defer during disagreements. historically, the den mother or chief omega would have been the Alpha’s mate, but this default is no longer prevalent.

many modern packs reject the idea of a chief omega or den mother, asserting that no one should hold all the responsibility to ‘mother’ their adult packmates.

historical roles

advisor

an advisor was a beta who held the Alpha’s ear. often, the Alpha would consult their advisor and chief omega before making major decisions, such as expanding pack territory, migrating to a new location, or accepting new members into the pack. in the modern day, there is no formal advisor. in a healthy pack, this function is filled by open discussion among pack members and conversation with the Alpha’s closest friends.

emissary

an emissary was a beta who served as a pack’s representative to other packs. when forging pack alliances, the emissary was sent ahead to announce their Alpha’s arrival. they would be returned to their pack, often with a gift or word of greeting as a sign of good faith. emissaries needed diplomatic skill and strong endurance, as they were often required to travel great distances relatively quickly.

in the modern day, packs are not independent bodies with state-like sovereignty, so there is no need for representatives in this sense. historical packs or long-established families (e.g. royal houses or ‘old money’ families) may still have formal pack advisors and emissaries, but the vast majority of packs do not.

[kxlitz]

⭑Growing up with TOKIO HOTEL pt.3 ⭑

AN .°˖✧: It feels so good to be back writing!! I know I said I would have more time to work on my blog but unfortunately, this summer’s proven to be more busy with work than I anticipated. I hope you guys are still as invested in this little series as I am!! We’re finally getting to the band’s big breakthrough moment.°˖✧

This part may potentially feel slow and not very crucial but! It marks the transition between being a teen band that played at the local club into being blasted into stardom, so I suggest reading it through with just as much love and care :)

Before you read ~ Disclaimers .°˖✧

- The reader is established as songwriter/rythmic guitar/backup vocalist but! The role is barely mentioned so you should be able to imagine her as you please.

- I said “her” because in this series, the reader is female. This is merely for plot reasons as it is very interesting to touch upon the reality of being the only female member in a “boyband”

- As usual, this is heavily based off Bill’s autobiography “Career Suicide” (as well as stories told from the guys themselves in interviews, Kaulitz Hills, q&a’s, et cetera) so expect heavy themes to be touched upon.

- Now that we’re getting into the main story, I must address that this series will be strictly platonic. For romantic interactions between the reader as 5th member and the band there will be separate posts. This is so I can allow you to imagine your own story based off my headcanons without imposing you a relationship.

WARNINGS: Underage drinking, underage smoking, mentions of depression, panic attacks, mature language, sexual themes addressed (non-explicit), “weirdos” (sadly, it’s the reality of the music industry).

Happy reading ~

We left this at what you really had gone to Hamburg for, making music.

Working with David Jost was like a treat. He taught you how to write an ear catching hook, the importance of a strong chorus, how to incorporate a bridge. He was like your music fairy godmother, and you loved it.

On Bill’s side, he grew impatient easily. He just wanted to put his thoughts on paper and sing. He wanted to instantly feel the bass shaking, the sound of the drums and shredding of the guitar.

Tom was rather interested by the production process of making a song. Back then, he didn’t know that little interest would grow into his biggest passion.

You spent days on end locked in a studio, conditionning your songs, coming up with new ones. Having gummy worm fights with Tom and reading shitty magazines with Gustav.

Nights on end destroying your fingers while coming up with new riffs and of course, attempting the riffs your producers shoved at you.

It was definitely a slap in the face to realize that as an artist you couldn’t just write everything yourself. You had a greedy company behind your back that looked for money rather than creativity. And well, as young kids you really had no idea how to actually produce music.

The amount of flat no’s you got to your face when sharing your ideas was insufferable and it made your blood boil.

Georg is the person you’d usually go to. He always listened to you rant and would join your anger in order to have you release it all.

I realized that I refered to both you and Gustav as the glues holding the band together so; let’s look at it this way: you’re the glue making you guys stick together and Gus is the scotch tape that makes you five inseparable.

So, back to the studio, back to writing, back to composing.

Overtime your endless sessions over the summer payed off and delivered the gem that we know now as your debut album. “SCHREI”

Picking the lead single proved to be a hard task, til someone’s girlfriend saw the potential of “Durch den monsun”

David Jost had once spotted the words “Hinter die welt” (beyond the world) on one of Bill’s songwriting notebooks that he shared with you and he was fascinated that such young kids could write such melancholic things.

With an album ready and a single to be released, it was time for the real action

You had a free week prior to the music video shooting. Bill and you took advantage of this to grab your allowance and start ofd by going to the hair salon and perfecting your hairdos. A little trim for him and anything you needed on your cute head.

You were supposed to have a gaming sleepover with Gustav to beat Devil May Cry 3 on your dusty PlayStation 2 and rock out on guitar hero, but your excitement for the music video shoot was so big that you spent all night brainstorming about how your life as stars would be.

Your manager took you guys shopping! The budget did not allow a new outfit for each and one of you but you all at least got a new item.

Cool jeans for Gustav, a new hat for Tom, a punky t-shirt for Georg, an item of your choice and the iconic leather jacket Bill wears in both Monsoon music videos.

A week of rest really flies by, and now the day of the video shoot arrived. You guys were newbies and being completely honest, the label didn’t quite believe in you yet.

Your budget was low and crew not the most promising. Most of these people were new ad had never worked on a project of the kind before.

Funnily enough, many of the people that started working with you guys from the very beginning would be the ones to stick with you through thick and thin and create your little tour family.

At least there was an idea. It was ambitious to film it all in one day and you five knew, but the producers kept reassuring you that most of the work would be done in post-production.

Your day started at 4:30 am when your alarm rang, not a soul up, not even the sun.

It didn’t take you long to get ready, as you’d be dolled up for the camera on set. You did your morning routine, packed your essentials, your outfit, and barely got time to eat before you had to get on the sleek black van that picked you up at 5:15 flat.

The boys were already all inside in exception of Georg, whom you’d go fetch right away.

You would’ve expected the ride to be chatty with excitement but you were all surprisingly calm, the nerves were starting to kick in.

The uncomfortably familiar fear of what’s to come, thinking of every single worst case scenario, what if you sucked, what if people hated you, what if your debut was a flop.

You tried to ignore the bad thoughts by drifting off on Gustav’s shoulder til you reached your first location.

A very public lake, where some families swam freely and unaware that a music video would be shot on their layback spot.

It was disappointing to you guys, particularly to Bill who dreamed of a tremendous production, but you would have to do with it.

David just gave him a pat on the back, it couldn’t be thaaattt bad.

When arriving on set you were given a tiny taste of what the rockstar life would be like.

Catering set up a table of, cheap, yet varied snacks for you to munch on. Makeup and hair station was installed in the back of the van and out of a truck rolled many cameras and new equipment you’d never seen before.

You could see Georg, with his newly permanently slicked hair, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Of course the first one to get ready and start shooting was Bill. Once he started his first scenes the makeup crew took care of the rest of you.

As annoying as it may be to accept, the label wanted you to look as pretty and dolled up as possible. Having a female member in the band was a bet they were willing to take and if their gambling went well, you’d become the cashcow real well.

Extensions were put in your hair, mascara and eyeliner adorned your eyes and a sticky pink gloss glazed your lips. Nothing too extravagant yet appealing enough. You still had to look like a rock chick after all. The delicacy of your look adorned with how punky your outfit probably was made the perfect balance the label was looking for.

The boys probably made fun of you but, they never meant wrong.

You munched on sandwiches and played on your old Nokia as you waited for your turn to take photos and record your scenes.

It’d been quite amusing to see Bill upside down on a weird pole structure to then dunk his head in a dirty fish-tank.

Certainly fabulous.

Suddenly you’re up on a metal platform above water, playing your unplugged guitar and getting drenched by icy water raining down on you.

You played it off (literally) and in one take you were done with your first few scenes. No cuts and no chance to do it again. You had to save time so, if you looked like crap it was your problem.

Nowadays you probably cringe at some of your facial expressions and missed notes on the clip.

Quickly enough some of the guys helped you get down from the platform back onto solid ground and one of the makeup artists wraps you in a towel.

Now, you sit all wet while watching the boys repeat the same steps as you. As a girl tries her best to dry your damp hair before attacking it with a flat iron. Who has time to think of heat damage when you have another outfit to get in and more scenes to film.

The day went on smoothly, but the recording certainly felt rushed. By the end of the day you were left with a feeling of doubt.

The big day arrived.

August 15th, the day “Durch den Monsun” would drop.

You met with the twins at their house and the little family consisting of Bill, Tom, their mom & step-dad and dog Scotty! + you, whom they took in like if you were one of them.

Gordon, Bill and Tom’s step dad set their vhs recorder ready, just in case the music video would never be aired again, you wanted the memory.

The ad break ends and VIVA (German music channel) announces the debut single of Universal’s newest band.

Tokio Hotel with Durch Den Monsun

Somewhen in betwen the start of your journey with record labels the name Devilish was left behind and you guys adopted the new and stylish Tokio Hotel. But that’s a story for another day.

The wind blows a candle and Bill’s face in slow motion was shown on screen.

You could not contain your excitement! Bill and you held hands and shook them in the air as you watched the product of one long stressful day.

Your future self sees the video and points out the numerous flaws and low quality but back then it was so cool to you. You thought you were on top of the world

Honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.

Tom didn’t speak much. He simply watched in awe, a smile of admiration and pride forming on his fine lips.

Later that day, you’d gather up with the rest of the band, David Jost and some crew members to celebrate your debut with cheap gas station champagne and ham and cheese bites the twins’s mom prepared.

You didn’t have much yet, but you’d just made a big step.

In the coming weeks you would see the immediate effects of monsun, were you ready? Who knew. What was undeniable was the immediate success that would follow.

AN: AAAAAA I kinda hate this ⋆｡ﾟﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ It was needed to include some of the process for your debut though! Take it as the calm before the storm I guess! Next part will take on the effects of your quick rise to fame on your everyday life and relationships. It will definitely dig more into your link with the boys, as this part barely had any interactions :(

As usual, take care, remember to eat and sleep!!

Love, Meryl <3

[birdmitosis]

alright kit one voice of the paranoid pretty please with cherry on top 🥺

[ask game here]

(Thank you for re-sending this ask, IDK why Tumblr hated my last attempt so much-- 🥺💕)

HELL YEAH MY #1 BLORBINA!!!!!

First impression

Haha, okay, that vocal delivery is great and I love that paranoia of the "what if He hears us?" followed by "shit!" Paranoid characters can be really hit-or-miss, though, and this particular shtick could get old really fast; I hope it doesn't.

Impression now

My favorite darling who I love and adore, my most beloved of current blorbos, the reason my STP hyperfixation is so so strong, bird of my heart 💖

Favorite moment

This is such a hard call! I'm especially torn between two moments: Of course the initial "Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves." is amazing and holds a special place in my heart because it's the moment I knew I absolutely adored her. But also, despite loving absolutely everything about both the Wraith and the Moment of Clarity and the transitions into both of them… "Oh right, yeah, fuck this guy. Don't trust Him." all by itself makes me love freeing the Nightmare in her Chapter II just as much. (Not that there aren't other great lines in that path, like the delivery of "I thought you needed me to run the autonomic nervous system?" which is just hysterical to me! But that line… It just won me over even more.)

As an honorable mention, let me pour one out for the cut Paranoid moment in Apotheosis:

I carry this moment, and Paranoid's thoughts about listening to others' lies having value, in my heart forever. It's just such an interesting touch and I'm incredibly sad it's gone!

Idea for a story

I have so many unbaked, half-formed idea snippets and NO details to go with them:

Paranoid running into trouble when her overpreening habits leave her without the ability to fly in a key situation, when she'd been able to (with increasing difficulty) up to that point since getting out of the Construct.

The world outside the Construct being some post- or mid-apocalypse survival horror situation and somehow Paranoid's body winds up warping in ways that remind her unpleasantly of Nightmare, primarily a bunch of eyes beginning to open up all over her body, especially her wings.

Either post-Construct or a mundane AU, bird-people or human or just human-looking, where Paranoid figures out she's trans (and slowly gains in confidence) due to drag.

Something that explores the idea of the beta voices actually turning into some of the current voices (Doubting becoming Skeptic, Flinching becoming Cheated, Meek becoming Paranoid, and Obsessed becoming either Stubborn or both Hunted and Stubborn -- and Smitten splitting off from the beta's Hero too actually!). I actually do really like the idea of the beta voices being their own individual people out there somewhere, but Paranoid reverting to Meek for a while under some circumstance could be fun to play with! And only Hero, Broken, Cold, and Contrarian would even possibly remember Meek…

Unpopular opinion

Paranoid really is not helpless and I think some people forget that sometimes! She's also got wonky morals. I'd argue that the voices you can get in other voices' Chapter IIIs often says something about them; while getting Paranoid in Apotheosis is more her going "That's Enough" and getting Skeptic in both Eye of the Needle and Den is kind of the same, the way Cold and Opportunist both show up in Wraith-from-Nightmare feels more… simpatico with how Paranoid operates? Paranoid can be fucking ruthless and also seize any opportunity she spots, especially if she doesn't trust a person (and the only people she trusts are the Long Quiet and the other voices).

She is also totally willing to abandon or murder a woman and the only one she seems to feel at all bad about at any point to any degree is the Wounded Wild. She's also also super dedicated to coming out unharmed and surviving, but she will do things like advise slitting our own throat when she thinks it's a good idea, and she is prone to panic but also remarkably self-aware about it and knows her own paranoid tendencies aren't always good, and both of those things can be easy to forget but I love them!

Finally, I want to note that people sometimes seem to forget that she doesn't actually get along as badly with Opportunist as you'd think she might! Maybe it's because when you get Opportunist in Wraith, it's specifically via doing exactly what Paranoid is advising (or would advise) you to do in that situation. Cheated and even Hero are more snippy with and disparaging of Opportunist -- even Smitten is to some degree -- and Paranoid is more snippy with Hero and Broken, and Skeptic is the one who seems most disparaging of her. The dynamics being different from what you might think fascinates me, really, and I'm curious about how both new and old dynamics might end up looking in the Pristine Cut.

Favorite relationship

I MEAN…

Much like last time, romantically speaking I love her dynamic with Cold. But platonically, I'm fascinated by her dynamics with Broken, Opportunist, and the Narrator, love her dynamic with Hero, and would be interested to see more (or any) of her dynamic with Hunted, Skeptic, and/or Smitten in the Pristine Cut.

Among the vessels, I also think she'd have interesting dynamics with Damsel, Prisoner, Spectre, Stranger, and Thorn, and would actually love to see more of her dynamic with Nightmare, Wild, and Wraith. (Looking forward to those new Chapter IIIs, too, and I'm very curious about the expanded Apotheosis chapter!)

Favorite headcanon

Well, hands down my favorite headcanon is transfem Paranoid!

But I am also super attached to her having major difficulties with getting her own body: She overpreens to the point of not being able to fly, she has all sorts of trouble sleeping (nightmares, night terrors, insomnia, even sleepwalking), and worst of all she has a harder time trusting the others to the same extent that she used to, at least at first. They're still parsing as us but they're also parsing as other and it fucks with her a bit. She also can panic due to not being able to protect the others or sense the pain/injury/illness/etc. of the others the way she'd have been able to if they still shared a body...

Like, overall she does like having her own body, it's quieter and she has more control over herself, but there's a lot that's difficult about it for her too.

[gotinterest]

I Want To Watch Kamen Rider, Which Season Do I Pick?

I'm going to focus on Heisei Era shows because those are the easiest to access and the ones most fans have watched so it's easy to find people to talk to about them. Every season of Kamen Rider is a different story with a different cast and vibe, so determining which season you should start on is largely dependent upon your personal taste. This list is based mostly on the shows I have watched or know a lot about, so it's not exhaustive. Some shows will be listed under more than one category, just depending upon what might be most important to you. Guide is located under the read more!

DO NOT START HERE: Kamen Rider Decade, Kamen Rider Zi-O, Kamen Rider Gaim. Decade and Zi-O are anniversary shows that lean HEAVILY upon Rider lore and referencing past seasons. You don't need to watch those seasons to understand the story, BUT you may get spoiled on key plot points from past seasons by watching them. Gaim is on here because it is almost universally hated and thought of as a terrible show.

WARNINGS FOR THE SHOWS RECOMMENDED HERE: Kamen Rider Blade is heavy in the flashing lights department and the opening in particular is known to bother photosensitive folks! All the seasons have flashing lights, but Blade is the one that people have straight up said they couldn't watch through because of how many flashing lights there are.

Kamen Rider Kuuga has a pretty gross transmisogynistic caricature in two of the episodes.

Kamen Rider OOO has a cafe that is nicknamed the "cultural appropriation cafe" by fans because the servers are frequently made to dress up in outfits from other cultures and it can be a bit offensive from time to time. It's not the worst I've seen in terms of "people dressing up as other cultures" and there isn't any black face or brown face but I still felt it worth mentioning since the cafe is a major part of the show.

Kamen Rider Faiz has a black character in it for a few episodes who is written in a way that gives "big dangerous strong black guy" stereotype. It's uncomfortable to watch.

RECOMMENDATIONS:

I don't really like kid's shows and I'd prefer something a little more mature: Kamen Rider Kuuga, Kamen Rider Ryuki, Kamen Rider Hibiki (eps. 1-29 only). If you are looking for a show that feels more mature, these are where you should start. The pacing of these shows is a bit slower and more thoughtful. Kuuga and Ryuki are both HIGHLY beloved. Kuuga is good if you really like monster of the week shows, Ryuki is more for you "overarching story driven" types. Ryuki is a bit more silly in places than Kuuga, but largely maintains a serious tone. Hibiki is very creative and experimental, but it doesn't really give you an accurate picture of what most Kamen Rider seasons are like because it is very different. BUT if you can't stand musicals do not watch Hibiki. ALSO stop watching Hibiki on ep. 29. After that there was a show runner change and the end of the show sucks. Ep.29 is largely considered a satisfying enough end to the show.

I like mature themes and concepts, but I'm fine with kids show silliness: Kamen Rider OOO, Kamen Rider Build, Kamen Rider W. If you constantly feel guilty for wanting things and taking up space, watch OOO. If you had a rough childhood and complicated feelings about your family watch W. If you want to watch a show about war, watch Build.

I love kid's shows give me silliness and fun!: Everything recommended in the second category + Kamen Rider Den-O, Kamen Rider Fourze. Den-O is a time travel story that is heavy on slapstick humor and has a lot of heart. You may have seen a a red horned guy named Momotaros dramatically swing his leg up to rest it on the bench of a booth- that's from this show. Fourze is a high school story about friendship and space!

I like to watch things that are bad but also good: Kamen Rider Blade. You can basically ignore almost the entire lore built up in the first half of the show. The writers certainly do. If you've seen people memeing on a guy named Tachibana... this is that show. This show is very easy to post about. Deeply funny but not on purpose in many places.

I want to watch one of the ones that are especially known for homoeroticism: Kamen Rider Kuuga, Kamen Rider Ryuki, Kamen Rider Blade, Kamen Rider OOO, Kamen Rider Build, Kamen Rider Faiz. Blade isn't initially very homoerotic until it very much is. Kuuga is for you if you want a more sweet and sincere vibe. OOO, Ryuki, and Build are more for if you like watching men bicker with each other homoerotically. Ryuki also contains a couple of side characters who read very much as a domestic couple (if you are big into the "loyal dog" type dynamic you will enjoy these two). Faiz is for you star-crossed lovers enjoyers that can also tolerate a stunning amount of heterosexual love drama (Blade is also a bit star-crossed). Watch Blade if you want to have a very personal grudge against a bench for the rest of your life. Kuuga and OOO are the most homoerotic.

I like weird shows where I don't know what the fuck is going on: Kamen Rider Kabuto, Kamen Rider Blade. If you watched Hannibal and were really into the way they talked and made a bunch of food, watch Kabuto.

I want something that leans more into horror: Kamen Rider Kuuga, Kamen Rider Agito. Kuuga can lean pretty hard into horror in places. Agito is a bit lighter, but still has more of a horror vibe to it.

I like mystery stories: Kamen Rider Kuuga, Kamen Rider Ryuki, Kamen Rider Agito, Kamen Rider Build, Kamen Rider W. There are other seasons with elements of mystery, but these are the ones where the mystery really takes more of a front seat. W in particular is actually a noir-inspired.

I want to watch the one with that blond curly haired Ankh guy that I keep seeing on my dash: Kamen Rider OOO

I want something that's a bit artsy and I also like or don't mind musical numbers: Kamen Rider Hibiki (eps. 1-29 only). The only Kamen Rider season where characters regularly break out into song. The sound track, editing style, and aesthetic of the show are so unique. Really strongly written. Do not watch past ep. 29 because of studio mandated changes ruining everything that made it worth watching.

I want to get a good intro to Kamen Rider: Kamen Rider W, Kamen Rider OOO, Kamen Rider Build, Kamen Rider Agito. Kamen Rider W and Kamen Rider OOO are considered great starter seasons. They give you a pretty good feel for Kamen Rider's formula while overall being pretty solid shows. Build gives you a good vibe for how Kamen Rider seasons with bigger casts feel while giving a good balance of serious and silly. It also gives you a bit of a better feel for what some more recent Kamen Rider seasons are like stylistically. Kamen Rider Agito is just a solid early Heisei show that gives you a feel for the tone of a lot of early Heisei shows WHILE also being a good starter show for you to dip your toes into the works of the infamous Toshiki Inoue. Inoue is a prolific writer of tokusatsu shows that most fans have a love/hate relationship with. He is the main writer for several Kamen Rider seasons, specials, and movies and has written several episodes even in shows that he wasn't the main writer for.

WHERE TO WATCH:

Legally: Ryuki and Kuuga (along with the original Kamen Rider from the 70's which is good cheesy fun) can be streamed on Tubi (at least in the US). If you understand Japanese and have a VPN (or are in Japan) I believe most of the seasons are on Hulu.

*I actually wouldn't recommend watching Kuuga FOR THE FIRST TIME on Tubi because the Grongi subtitles are baked in and you can't turn them off. I strongly believe that a key part of the first watch experience is not being able to understand the Grongi, as was the original intention of the show's creators. You can buy the blu-rays for Kuuga and toggle the Grongi subtitles if you really think its worth it to spend the money*

Alternative: You can watch them on most illegal streaming sites, lol. The only season I've seen where that has been an issue so far is Den-O, with the uploads being kinda wonky and partially missing.

There is... another source but I shan't link to it directly here (loose lips sink ships!) Please reach out to your nearest Kamen Rider blogger for the goods.

[stretchyyonko]

KIDNAPPING WENT WRONG

- Old woman tried 🤷‍♀️

- My humor is just broken asf anyways enjoy 😭

pere pere pere pere...pere pere pere pere...

"Yes Hello?"

"Hey Nami-ya"

"OHH? TORAO!"

"...."

Luffy beamed as he heared Law through the other line of the den den mushi and nami covering her ears since luffy screamed near her ear.

"It is indeed rare for torao to call us since he always calls to look for you"

"Shishishi"

"Anyways whats the occassion torao?"

"Well I was about to tell you that we can literally see you here in an island 45 meters away"

After Law said that Nami wemt to look around the sea if she can spot the island Law was talking about and after minutes of looking she finally saw the said island he was talking about and told franky to go to the said island Law told her.

After 10 minutes they arrived and had Trafalgar sitting on the docks and was wearing a blue hawaiian shirt and yes of course unbuttoned...

"TORAOOO!"

"GEH MUGIWA-"

He didn't even finished his sentence when Luffy landed on him after he jumped from the thousand sunny.

"Oh? Law! What are you doing in thi–WOAH"

The moment they all wander their eyes on the said island their eyes and mouth went wide after they realized they are in an Hotel Island where all pirates are allowed to get rest and have fun on their lives.

Well the said island have types of inn the japanese ones and the modern type and the thousand sunny stopped in the docks near the japanese inns, plus its the cheaper and have the most stunning architectural design in the island.

It has even have public, private and personal hot baths inside the of the V.I.P rooms.

"AMAZINGG! EVERYONE LETS GO STAY FOR 3 DAYS HERE!"

"WAIT A MINUTE IDIOT WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH BERRIES TO STAY HERE!"

As Law was about to say something they heared familliar voices calling for luffy.

"MUGIWARA!!"

"LUFFYY~!"

"LUFFY!!"

There they saw Boa running towards luffy and behind was eustass kid, and of course his last brother alive sabo.

"SABO!"

Luffy happily went to him with open arms and hugged him with all his might.

"YOU WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO BE THIS CLINGY TO LUFFY?"

"O-Oi Boa calm down a bit that man whom you are talking to is–"

"I DON'T CARE WHO HE IS HOW DARE HE HUG LUFFY LIKE HIS LO–"

"Okay i'll stop you there woman...I'm his brother Sabo nice to meet you"

Boa went silent for a moment as the sentence literally caught her off guard.

"HUH? THEN WHY IS YOUR HAIR BLONDE? ARE YOU ADOPTED OR SOMETHING?!"

"How rude of you two 😭"

Before the commotion get into a more chaotic turn of events a male and female gyide came out from the japanese inns and warmly greeted them.

"Welcome our dear guests...this is the japanese inn of this island may we know first if did any of you booked a V.I.P room?"

They all looked at each other to know if there's someone who has the riches to book one...

"For the contrary we did not book one so maybe we can just have seperate rooms for men and women?"

"Of Course for the women please kindly follow me to your rooms and as for the males your rooms will be on the other side of his pavillion."

After that all of them went to their shared rooms.

"EHHH? WHY WOULD I FUCKING SHARE A ROOM WITH THESE TWO LOSERS"

"HAAAH? YOU JERK YOU'RE THE ONLY LOSER HERE"

"You guys....we haven't even sat down yet you two are already arguing"

Ussop sighed as they all put down their bag of clothes as Luffy and Kid had their foreheads as they attempt each other with a battle.

"Tch bunch of idiots."

"HUUUUH?! LOOK WHO'S FCKIN' TALKING"

"OH YEAH SHITTY PERVERT COOK YOU WANNA FIGHT?"

"COME AT ME THEN YOU GREEN MOSSHEAD"

"NOT HAPPENING"

Nami who has her mother instincts aware quickly stopped zoro and sanji who was about to fight in the middle of a peaceful day and gave the two freshly hot bumps on their heads.

"Damn she even beat zoro-kun and black leg sanji..." - S

"Just how strong is she?" – K

"STOP IT YOU TWO" – U

"By the way you guys go put on your swim trunks if you want to swim on the pool in the pool park its only 30 steps away from here."

"WAHH LETS GOO SWIMMINGG!!!"

"Hold on a moment luffy put on your swimming trunks first before you go!"

"Okay"

"We will be heading out there first just go if ya'll want to swim but if you want to nap then just nap"

And after that Nami went outside with Robin and Chopper who was already wearing his trunks and surprisingly with Boa and her sisters.

After a few minutes they finally got into the water park as luffy went to jump on the pool with his watermelon design floaties while chopper's was orange and ussop having the lemon design one.

As for the others Nami, Robin, Koala and Carrot are playing beach volleyball with nami pairing with carrot and Robin pairing with Koala

"HERE YOU GO!"

Koala literally didn't controlled herself on hitting the ball and hitting it in an acute angle and it hit franky on his balls while he was roasting barbeque who was now in his knees in pain due to his balls getting hit two times in a row now.

"Not the balls again ahahahshdhsahha"

"KOALA WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!?"

"OMG I'M SORRY!!"

"CALL CHOPPER!"

"WHAT WOULD YOU NEED CHOPPER FOR?!"

"To fix his franky's balls YOHOHOHOHOHO"

🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️🌊🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️🏖️

On the other side of the pool there Eustass kid made a big splash and made Law all wet.

"OI TRAFALGAR! TAKE SOME OF THIS!"

"YOU ASSHOLE! TAKE SOME OF THIS THEN!"

He made a water tower eustass kid 10x of his height and man got fucked and almost got drowned and other people who was just enjoying the pool got terrified of what the two did.

"STOP KILLING EACH OTHER YOU DUMB FUCKS THERE'S PEOPLE HERE SWIMMING TOO!" said the angry life guard

"Oh sorry about their childish behavior" killer apologized on their stead.

"YA'LL BETTER BE!"

The life guard went back on his seat and there luffy who was just chilling on his floaties fell asleep got woken up because of the life guard screaming and remembered he must have fun in here and not sleep. So he stretched himself and ran towards them.

"OIII EVERYONE LETS ALL HAVE A SWIM!"

As Luffy was running he stretched out both of his arms and push everyone including himself on the wide pool causing a commotion to other guests who are also swimming there as well and even laughed at how silly these pirates are.

Little did they know someone was already watching Luffy on a Far Coconut tree with a den den mushi...

"heh...3 Billion bounty huh"

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🏖️🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

As time goes by noon has already passed and the sun is about to rest again and they all rose up from the pool and went to rest for a second and go back to their inns.

After getting into their inns the lady guide was back holding nice folded yukata's for them.

"Hello dear guests I would like for you all to go attend our fireworks display and the food stalls down there and here I brought you yukata's made with fine silk."

"Oh thank you! Sure we would want to go later"

The guide smiled and bowed them goodbye and left the yukata's on their rooms.

"Ahwhehdha going swimming really tired me out~" Luffy whined as he sluggishly laid on his futon and directly went to sleep after he was done showering and putting on his black muji pajamas and got blacked out in an instant.

Law went inside and was wearing the same muji pajama luffy was wearing which made them speechless.

"What are ya'll lookin at?"

"You're strong enough to show this to sabo huh"

There sabo was already has his killing intent on

"YOU..YOU WHAT RELATIONSHIP DO YOU HAVE WITH MY BROTHER?"

"You guys why are ya'll loud at?"

"LUFFY WHAT'S YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM?"

Luffy went to look at trafalgar for a moment and turn his head back to sabo.

"Ehh? Didn't I told you way back in dressrosa? He was my lover"

Silence filled in the room...

5

4

3

2

1

"WHAAAAAATTTTT!?"

"WHY ARE YOU SHOCKED TOO ZORO I THOUGHT YOU KNOW IT ALREADY"

"THIS IS NEW TO ME AS WELL USSOP SHUT UP"

"??"

Luffy tilted his head in confusion as trafalgar smirked and kissed his temple.

"YOU FUCKER...HOW DARE YOU MAKE A MOVE TO MY BROTHER"

"AND YOU'RE PROUD TOO DAMN"

"Well who wouldn't be? This cutie beside me is mine for free..."

Luffy stared at him for a few seconds and ket out a cute smile.

"Whatever...take care of him carefully..break his heart and you will be meeting up with corazon up there too"

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW HIM?"

"ITS THE NAME I SAW ON THE BACK OF YOUR JACKET LONG TIME AGO"

"By the way everyone kets get dressed and go see the fireworks display"

"Great Idea"

"Luffy? Are you coming?"

"Now you mentioned it My tardiness worn off so LETS GOOO but maybe i'll wear the too portion of the yukata then"

They all went to take a quick shower one by one and wear yukata's while Law and Luffy are waiting for them outside.

"Eat slowly mugiwara-ya no one would steal your food" Law wiped the left over sauce on his cheeks as luffy happily eat takoyaki.

"I'm just hungry we didn't ate after we got back..it explains why I was drowsy"

"Mhm"

Law leaned down and kissed Luffy's nose bridge and Luffy gave him a sweet smile as he ate the last takoyaki and law who was holding the tissues wipe off the sauce on the corner of Luffy's mouth.

"Thank you~"

"Mhm welcome"

"Ah! I remember now..."

"Remember what?"

"You didn't gave me a kiss earlier when I greeted you!"

"Well to be fair your fans are dying to see you plus you got teary eyed after seeing your brother once again"

"Oh you're right...then how about you kiss me here then?"

Law scoffed and pulled his waist and lifted his strawhat and gave him a sweet peck on the lips.

"Is that enough?"

Luffy shook his head no and was anticipating for more..and Law laughed and finally give him what he wants.

"You guys really have the audacity to do that in front of me and make me feel single?"

Law pulled away from the kiss the moment he heard Ussop.

"Whyyyy you're just jeal–OW" Luffy teased but got stopped as Ussop hit him on the back of his head.

"I'M NOT YOU IDIOT"

Law for real went beet red after getting caught kissing.

After Ussop arrived they all arrived one by one and the last one to arrive is Sanji since this man showers the longest.

"YOU SHITTY COOK ARE YOU JERKING ON THE SHWOER BEFORE TAKING ONE?"

"I DON'T YOU RETARD I JUST APPLIED SKIN CARE NAMI-SAN GAVE ON MY BIRTHDAY!"

"Eh you use skin care too?"

"Y-Yeah to be honest its refreshing to use one"

"Not you getting into it killer"

"Shut up Kid you don't even use one yet your skin is smooth asf"

"Same as luffy here...he never take a abth for a week yet man was stealing trafalgar's heart"

"Shut up you're just jealous"

"I won't I have kaya my beloved waiting for me"

"You know why don't we go down to join them for the upcoming firework event?"

They all nodded at once and officially went down the stone stairs and reached on the market of food stalls and mini games.

"HEYYY EVERYONEEE!!!!" nami waved at them so they sould go to their direction.

The moments they arrived they all sat on the mat...they felt like something was wrong.

"Is it just me or its just too quiet?"

"I noticed it too.."

"YA'LL WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BROTHER?"

"THAT'S WHY IT WAS WEIRDLY QUIET AS FUCK"

"WHERE IS HE?"

"EVEN TORAO WAS NOT HERE TOO!"

"WHAT ARE THOSE TWO UP TO?"

"Who knows? Maybe they went to have the time with each other?"

"....."

"What?"

*A Flashback from earlier*

Luffy ran around every stall and was amazed because it was his first time seeing something like this after their visit to wano and even participated to mini games and won all of the grand prizes but as he was finished exploring all stalls he turn around and he couldn't find them anymore.

"Eh? Did I got lost again?"

All he can see is faces he didn't knew and was now confused on what to do.

"Where should I find them?" He said as he scratched the back of his head.

"Are you lost young man? You seemed troubled?" An unknown woman asked

"Ahh yes I'm finding my friends! Did you see them?"

"What do they look like? Maybe explain a bit more further?"

The moments Luffy look at the stranger a tranquilazer shot was shot at his neck and he lost his balance as he tried not to lose his conciousness.

"Y-YOU BITCH"

"you've fallen into the trao mugiwara~" shee beamed

"come and help me carry this boy back to the camp..."

"He will be the greatest sacrifice for the Gods"

They left carrying an unconcious luffy away from the crown of people as her apprentice carried luffy like a sack as he was bough with them in the dark.

In Trafalgar's case he also got lost on the crowd for finding luffy as he slipped and lost his sight of him in just a minute.

"MUGIWARA-YA!"

"MUGIWARA-YA! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"MUGIWARA-YAAA!"

He ran from stalls to another that he knew luffy will find interesting but found nothing.

Instead he found a bag full of the grand prizes of each stalls he just went to and exactly knew this was luffy's doing.

Suddenly he remembered he gave Ussop and Luffy a den den mushi before they all went to go here so he tried contacting luffy's den den mushi but no answer.

"Fuck..Mugiwara-ya where the fuck are you at?"

He decided to hide luffy's bag in one of the bushes and went to soar through the dark to find luffy.

*BACK TO OTHERS*

"WHAT!? LUFFY/SENPAI IS MISSING?!"

both boa and bartolomeo who just recently joined the team with his crew was shocked to know that Luffy and Trafalgar Law was missing.

"Yes because if luffy will be going off to his own he will sometimes say it or sometimes follow his intrusive thoughts without saying anything."

"Yes but still this is oddly weird"

"Ara did you guys notice something?"

"Notice what Robin?"

"Those two guides who was with us earlier and the ones who even gave us this yukatas"

"I was informed earlier while we are resting on the pool a personel told me that there are no such thing as guides here sice these inns are self served"

"Then...you mean...those girl and the man she was with earlier are not part of the staffs?"

"It seemed so..."

Suddenly a den den mushi can be heared inside ussop's yukata.

"OH I REMEMBER LAW GAVE THIS TO ME AND LUFFY IN CASE WE GOT LOST."

He quickly answered the den den mushi and was greeted by trafalgar's pants.

"YOU ASSHOLE WHERE ARE YOU TW–"

"Nose-ya listen up to what will I say.."

They all went quiet to listen what will he say.

"If you are with everyone I need back up..mugiwara-ya got kidnapped by an unknown cult and was about to get offered by their said Gods.."

"T-There's too many of us here how many of us do you want to come as back up?"

"All of his crew except the women but tell robin to listen and sabo is enough"

"Okay okay we will be on our way then"

"Okay if you see a firework stall go behind there and you'll see a pathway to where I am right now"

He hung up the call and they quickly went to go save luffy for getting sacrificed.

Luffy woke up feeling sluggish and weak and realized he was wrapped with sea prism stone chain as he tried to move inside a small bowl

"W-What? Where am I? Where is everyone?"

"You're now awake Mugiwara"

"WHO ARE YOU!? WHY DID YOU CHAINED ME UP? WHAT IS THIS?"

"Ugh you just woke up and was already this noisy"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"

"Well we want you as a sacrifice to our Gods tonight since devil fruit users will make them strong!"

"YOU PSYCHO! GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE AND I'LL BEAT YOU INSTEAD!"

"HAH! FOOL! YOU? BEAT A WOMAN?"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT GENDER YOU HAVE I'LL STILL BEAT YOUR ASS!"

The woman just scoffed and went to go back and will re-visit him again.

After a few minutes Ussop, Zoro, Sanji, Chopper and Sabo managed to find the stall Law told them and saw luffy's bag and Law came out from the bush.

"You guys just came in time but why only four of you?"

"Well killer wanted eustass to come but eustass insisted since his mechanical arm squeaks so it will be a nuisance and as for brook and franky they stayed to protect them incased their back up come up" Sanji explained as he lighted his cigarette.

"What in the hell happened first?" Sabo asked getting concerned for his little brother's sake

"I don't have the time to explain so come follow me and save mugiwara-ya"

They all nodded and followed Law as they entered a secret underground base and quietly sneaked inside and saw luffy in the center of their stage being wrapped in a chain full of sea prism stone and was throwing a fit but he seemed to be silenced.

"Oho? His saviors are here"

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU FOUND ABOUT OUR RAID?!"

"My assistant here has keen hearing so he told me that there are people approaching"

"YOU OLD HAG"

"I'M NOT AN OLD HAG WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOU TWAT!"

"YOU LOOKED LIKE ONE LIKE THE HELL? IS THIS WHY YOU'RE SACRIFICING LUFFY? SO YOU WILL BE YOUNG AGAIN?"

"SHUT UP HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?"

"TF YOU THINK YOU ARE? SNOW WHITE?"

"WHO THE FUCK IS SNOW WHITE?!"

"Zoro are you fucking kidding right now?"

"Shut up first of all who's snow white?"

"You idiots do not read fairytales?"

"The hell is that? I grew up with swords and training so have no time for romance shit"

"Is your childhood okay?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT"

While they are arguing Chopper helped Law took of the sea prism chain off him as Law lightly tapped his cheeks to wake him up.

"Hmm? T-Torao? Chopper?"

"Luffy!!"

"WHERE IS THAT OLD HAG?"

"WHO YOU CALLIN' OLD HAG?"

"who else is old here?"

"Yeah you're right"

"STOP TALKING AND FIGHT ME THEN"

"GEAR 5TH!"

He transformed ito joy boy once again and the said old woman is shock to see her own eyes a real God.

"J-JOY BOY?!"

"How did you know joy boy?"

"I just see him in the book when I was a kid...I didn't know he was real"

"GOMU-GOMU NOOO KAMINARI! (gum-gum lightning)"

There the woman got electrified and quickly raised the white flag.

"Eh? That was quick as hell"

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE YOU RASCALS!"

"THEN WHY MESS UP WITH US THEN?!"

"In my defense I didn't know he was joy boy"

"Does this means we are free to go as we please?"

"YES PLEASE JUST GET OUT OF MY SIGHT"

after this they peacefully got out from the cave as luffy went to his normal self.

"This is too confusing for me right now...like HOW CAN SHE GIVE UP THAT EASILY?"

"Hmm..."

"Torao?"

Law suddenly thought of something and after they all got out from the cave.

"Room.."

"Takt"

There earthland started rising and Law started covering the entrance of the cave as he smirked after.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?! THEY'LL DIE INSIDE THERE!"

"So? Do I look like I care? Plus they tried to kill your captain and sacrifice him on a non-existent God"

They went silent as Law went to check up on luffy.

"Mugiwara-ya are you okay?"

"Shishishi I'm fine torao don't worry too much"

Law possesively grabbed his waist and wrist and kissed him.

"MPH!"

Sabo be covering Chopper's eyes are they all let out fake gagged noises. And of course sabo restraining himself to kill Law right there right now.

Law broke off the kiss as looked back at luffy.

"WHY DID YOU RANDOMLY KISS HIM?"

Law who was very introvert as hell felt so bold right now and even hugged luffy possesively on his grasp.

"Mine"

"HEY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"

"S-Sabo calm do–"

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN MY BROTHER IS THE VICTIM"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN VICTIM HE WASN'T EVEN ON CHOKE HOLD"

"Shishishishi"

"What was even this we even went for a serious battle only for that old hag to surrender immediately"

As they are about to get more confused when the firework display started and colorful fireworks displayed the dull sky.

- My brother Plotted this LMAO

- He even supports my BL antics 😭

[ruthlesslistener]

I just can't get over the fact it was PK who offered the hornet deal thing. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that the guy with a baby death pit didn't think twice to toss a child at someone to get them on his side, but what did Herrah think? Again she wasn't in a position to refuse, needing a heir, but god that must have been a jarring proposal.

I mean, if you look at it from the political circumstances, it does make a whole lot more sense than from just a casual 'hey want me to be a sperm donor' offer. Deepnest and Hallownest had political tension between them, to the point where the Pale King signed a treaty with the Mantis Lords to guard the city's gates; Herrah is known as 'the Beast' to the citizens of Hallownest, and her den is spoken of as being 'beyond the kingdom'. So they were already in tense circumstances to begin with, and then PK comes over to her lands about a problem that primarily affects his kingdom and asks her to lay her life down for a problem that isn't fully hers to deal with. That's a lot to ask for, especially when you don't have an heir to make sure that your kingdom stays intact after you're gone. PK probably came over to Deepnest after hearing about the ferocity, strength, and loyalty of their queen, noticed that she had no heir to succeed her throne, and then offered to ensure she had one so that she could lay down her life knowing that her sacrifice would save her people in the future (yikes) and that the title of ruler was secure. That's excellent for Deepnest.

And that's not all the benefits of him siring her heir, either! That's just the most basic breakdown of the bunch. Him doing so would automatically place Hallownest and Deepnest in a position for a treaty, as the heir of Deepnest now has the blood of Hallownest running in her, essentially tying the fate of the two kingdoms together. It's a big show of peace, because he offered to create and then put his own rival on the throne, meaning that he technically couldn't become Deepnest's king after her death- because his daughter is already there. And on top of that, he is a god, meaning that none of the spiders of Deepnest could truly contest with her heir after her death, because her baby has divine blood running through her veins and a (presumably) alive father in the neighboring kingdom over. Having a halfblood heir means that her child is already LEAGUES above everyone else who might try to take the throne, both in power and vitality. So not only did PK offering to give her an heir essentially meant that he stepped forward and went 'hey, in exchange for your sacrifice, I will ensure your future and place my own rival on your throne', it also brought Deepnest and Hallownest from a place of animosity to one where trade was happening between the kingdoms (or, well, Hallownest was buying Deepnest's silk en masse) AS WELL as strengthening Herrah's lineage and basically ensuring that her baby would not only be strong and healthy, but also stay on the throne. All things considering, if everything worked out as it should have, then Herrah would have exchanged her life for a boon that might have very well set Deepnest into a golden age after her sacrifice.

(And it also points to how desperate PK was for the Dreamer plan. Not only did he sacrifice his top scholar and someone who looks to have been essential to managing the City of Tears, he also gave a whole hell of a lot without getting a whole hell of a lot in return. Trade and kingdom security is great, but it looks like it was mostly Deepnest selling to Hallownest, and Hornet being raised by the White Lady certainly didn't place Deepnest under Hallownest's rule. If anything, she ended up inheriting both kingdoms...though not through happy circumstances)

Personally what I think is funny is that PK's solution to everything seems to be 'make baby to fix problem'. I mean, it makes sense in both the highly specific contexts that required it, but it also places him as the anti-zeus of mythology (has a lot of kids but not bc hes a slut, just bc he can fuck his way out of it instead of fight) which is personally very funny to me