#there’s the elegance. the high tech feel

[dkniade]

I’ve always wondered what this cheerful and super upbeat vibe in Contemplation in Snow represents

But while listening to it with my eyes closed and thinking about Albedo just now, I realized:

It represents Klee and her positive influence on him, doesn’t it

(And then Klee’s leitmotif literally shows up at the very end of the track)

[augustinewrites]

dress + nanami

“i bought you something.”

you frown slightly, eyeing the sleek box that nanami places on the bed.

“but i didn’t get you anything…”

he simply smiles, gently taking your hand and smoothing his thumb over the gold band adorning your ring finger. “allowing me to marry you this afternoon was the greatest gift you could ever give me.”

memories of your little ceremony still linger in the forefront of your mind. you’d married him atop a small rooftop garden filled with this season’s blooms, surrounded by your closest friends and family. you’d never been an extremely sentimental person, but the way he’d gazed at you and whispered vows meant for your ears and yours alone…you’d hold that close to your heart forever.

“no take backs, by the way,” you say when you feel tears prick at the back of your eyes once more. “you’re stuck with me, even though i snore.” 

“your snores are adorable. like a bunny holding a chainsaw.”

“hey!” you laugh, letting him wrap his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

“just let your husband spoil you, hm?”

nanami loves to spoil you. he’s always had such lovely taste, picking soft, pretty things that catch his eye in shop windows— a pair of leather gloves, a stylish sweater, a diamond bracelet. each gift is thoughtful, always complimenting you perfectly,

you lift the lid of the box, peeling back layers of tissue paper to reveal a delicate, silky white dress.

“kento…” you breathe, feeling his lips curl into a smile against your skin. gingerly, you lift the feather-light dress by dainty straps, taking in the cowl neck and tasteful high slit. 

simple, yet elegant, like him. 

“for you to wear to the reception,” he murmurs, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder. “do you like it?”

“i love it,” you tell him truthfully, turning to look at him. “help me put it on?” 

your husband couldn’t look more pleased, especially when deft fingers undo the back of your bespoke wedding gown and he sees what you’d snuck on underneath.

but nanami is nothing if not efficient, clearing his throat before helping you step out of your current dress and into your new one, the material gliding against your skin like butter.

“you’re a vision,” he whispers, brushing another kiss to the back of your neck. with heat in your cheeks, you turn in his embrace, bringing your lips up to his. 

the rest of the world begins to melt away, as it often does when you’re with him. but it’s different now. it’s different because in the eyes of the law, you’ve chosen him and he’s chosen you. 

so you share eager kisses in the warm lamplight of the hotel room, his hands gentle as they slide over the smooth material of your dress. 

and eventually, up the slit resting atop your thigh. his warm hands rest on your bare skin, setting off sparks of pleasure up your spine.

“we shouldn’t,” you breathe as he plants open mouthed kisses on the hollow of your throat. “we need to check on our guests— you know satoru gets weepy when he’s had more than one drink.” 

nanami pulls back to look at you, pupils blown with desire as he takes in your smeared lipstick and wide-eyed stare.

he responds by pulling you close with his grip on your hips, a groan slipping past your lips as he does so. 

“they can wait,” he tells you, walking you backwards until your knees buckle against the edge of the bed. “i’ve waited long enough to be alone with my wife.”

he’s waited for this moment even when he hadn’t realized he’d wanted this, wanted you. he’s wanted it since the days you’d shared at jujutsu tech, when he’d been a besotted schoolboy, pining after his classmate. 

nanami’s always been a patient man—

he yanks the skirt of your new dress up around your hips and kisses a trail down your chest.

— except when he’s not.

[sttoru]

just saw ur fic ideas post .......... how bout semi public stuff with gojo @ some high end jujutsu event and he just is SOOOO enamoured with how you look and takes you to the bathroom and ..... 😙

GOT A FETISH FOR YOUR LOVE !

ෆ note. sobs dies ressurects… im so weak… i had to write a full on fic… everyone thank T for this cuz i went crazy on this one and it’s super detailed for no reason. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. (perv)dom!satoru x female reader. semi public, p in v — unprotected, bits of manhandling, corruption kink, breast play, premature ejaculation, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, cum play, creampies, spanking, pussy slapping, mentions of masturbation, perv panty stealer satoru, implied cunnilingus, fucked against a wall, lots of dirty talk, satoru calls you ‘slutty’ once, satoru with the famous ‘just the tip’ beg, satoru sometimes turns whiny and subby so you get the best of both worlds (hes pathetic), he has a big dick ehem, pussy drunk satoru.

satoru couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you climb up the stairs near the torii gates of the high school he teaches at; your appearance only increasing in beauty due to the candle lights placed all around the environment.

your face and body were glistening under the moon light as you made your way up. you were silently cursing yourself for wearing heels while knowing that jujutsu tech was situated on top of a literal mountain.

unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had been waiting your arrival near the entrance since the first guests started pouring in.

with a sigh, you finally lift your head up as you notice the entrance to the main building come into view. there were lots of known sorcerers gathered around, chitchatting about recent business and changes in the jujutsu society.

you were too enamoured by the elegant decorations that hung around the school and the people who were dressed accordingly to the theme to even notice the white-haired man walking up to you.

which was unusual, since satoru’s tall physique could be easily spotted in any crowd.

“baby, you should’ve told me you had arrived!” satoru exclaims almost embarrassingly loud, waving at you without a care in the world of all the other guests that were giving him stares. his gaze was only on you, “i would’ve come picked you up.”

you wave back at him, eyes lingering on the tailored dark blue suit he was wearing, the waistcoat and dress shirt underneath being undeniably attractive. a bonus being that he was wearing his glasses and not his blindfold.

“it’s okay, love.” you reassure satoru as you walk a few steps towards him as well.

“ya sure? you didn’t hurt yourself or anything, right?” satoru pouts, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight, “my poor, poor girl.”

you roll your eyes at satoru’s antics. his one and only desire in life is to give you the princess treatment you deserve and it shows at moments like these.

“it’s fine,” you murmur, voice muffled as you bury your face into the crook of his neck; getting drowned in his familiar scent, “you look handsome by the way.”

satoru chuckles, feeling a bit giddy on the inside from your compliment. he almost responded with a ‘i know i do’, yet he held himself back. today was an exception and he decided to save you from any more cheeky remarks.

“thank you, pretty.” satoru hums, “you look ethereal.”

you could feel the way your boyfriend hugged you even tighter after his comment, pressing your body against his. you normally wouldn’t mind it in the slightest, however you could notice a few people glancing over at you two.

satoru couldn’t give a single damn about it; the only thing his senses were hyper focused on were your breasts that were squished against his chest—the curves of your body being easily accessible to the sorcerer.

“god..” his breath was shaky a little. satoru was really trying hard to repress his urges, the event hadn’t even started yet and even so, he was way too lost in his perverted thoughts.

he couldn’t help himself. you were just too addictive; your perfume, your warmth, your body, your face, your glossy lips… your breasts, your ass—

satoru clears his throat and pulls back after a bit, “shall we, m’lady?”

he bowed a little to you, putting his hand out for you to hold on while a subtle smirk played on his lips.

with a giggle, you grab onto his hand and satoru wastes no time interlocking your fingers as he guides you to the entrance of the main hall.

the building was scattered with even more sorcerers from all kinds of clans; some admiring the scenery, some sitting and eating various delicacies.

like before, you were too caught up in the scale of the event to realise that satoru was ogling you. it was a great thing that his pitch black lenses were blocking most of his eyes from the outside;

his gaze lingered on your side profile, your lips that were slightly parted in amazement, your hips which swayed from side to side with each step and your ass which he tried not to grope in public.

satoru hadn’t even noticed that he started to ball his hands into fists out of pure self control. his hand that was holding onto yours tightening its grip as well.

“something wrong?” you ask your boyfriend once you noticed, tilting your head to look up at him.

“nothin’, baby.” satoru lies and flashes you a reassuring smile, “c’mon. let’s enjoy some food.”

without waiting on your answer, satoru guides you towards a free cocktail table and stands near it, serving you an appetiser that was set on the table cloth.

you gladly accepted it and took a small bite, looking around the place some more and taking in the details, “it’s really pretty. the decor and stuff.”

satoru hums in agreement even though he hadn’t taken a single proper look at the environment when you were the main event in his eyes, “yeah. i think so too.”

everything about you somehow drove him crazy today. on most normal days, he could wait until you were at home to show you how much he adores you. that was not the case at the moment since he was fighting with his own self on the inside.

he was absolutely whipped for your elegant look.

“very pretty.” satoru mumbles under his breath. he most definitely wasn’t talking about the interior or exterior of the place.

it was getting harder by the minute to not give in to his primal needs. the more you talked to him, flashed him your innocent smile and let him hear your voice, the more he was struggling to keep his (now hard) dick in his pants.

you continued rambling about something that you noticed around you and satoru took the chance to place his hand on your hip, pulling you closer. it wasn’t anything unusual, thus you kept on talking.

it started off by him rubbing the area around your hips to his fingers subtly sliding downwards, eventually reaching the hem of your dress. his index finger dipped under the fabric, caressing your upper thigh. that small skin to skin action made satoru’s breath hitch and his cock twitch in its restraints.

“fuck.”

“what was that?” you abruptly stop yourself as you heard your lover curse under his breath. you weren’t aware of all the lewd thoughts going on in satoru’s mind and that made it even better. your innocent confusion wasn’t going to last long, however.

satoru lowered his head a bit until his lips were right next to your ear. the warmth of his breath made you shiver.

“i said,” he starts off in a low tone; one which he knows would make you weak for him, “i want you.”

it was as if time froze for you for a split second. you knew what satoru meant with that. you could’ve easily guessed the hidden meaning behind those three words just by his tone. the light but daring touches on your legs were your second hint.

“love, we’re in public.” you whisper back. satoru has a reputation to uphold as the strongest sorcerer in this entire building, yet there he was; implying that he wanted to take you right there and now.

a sigh left satoru’s lips, the air hitting your ear once again, “please, baby? for me?”

satoru was running out of patience. he could act out in the midst of the hall and disregard his image for all he cares. he just needed you. badly.

“promise i’ll be quick, yeah?” he adds, tone pleading but also a tad dominant.

you gulp and wanted to give in. you stood no chance to your whiny boyfriend, who always knew the right buttons to push to get you to comply to his requests.

satoru saw the hesitation in your eyes and he decided to plead more, “just the tip. i promise, sweets—tha’s all i need.”

a intrusive mental image of satoru fucking your brains out made him grip your thigh a bit harder; his voice suddenly growing deep and dominant, his expression filled with only lust.

“shit—please. have to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around me or i’ll lose it.”

his words were growing explicit and it was only a matter of time before he actually touches you improperly in front of everyone. you could tell by the way his long fingers inched closer to your clothed cunt.

“..fine. just the tip, like you said.” you breathe out shakily out of pure desire. though, both of you knew that it was going to be more than ‘just the tip’.

satoru grinned and immediately put down the appetiser he was holding onto, grabbing your hand and almost rushing out of the hall.

there were a few sorcerers trying to greet him on the way, yet he didn’t even glance at them once. his eyes were dazed with hunger as he swiftly made his way through the crowd—his thoughts being filled with the ways he’ll have you moan and beg.

satoru opens up the door to the nearest bathroom, pushing you against the wall the moment the door closed behind you.

his glossy lips crash against yours, the lipstick you’re wearing smearing on your lover due to the aggressive and almost sloppy way he kissed you. his tongue prodded against your lips before entering your mouth—strings of saliva and heavy breaths being exchanged between you two for what felt like minutes.

“ah, fuck. i wanted this so bad,” satoru moans against your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip, “..since the moment i saw you in that dress.”

his big hands were all over your body; groping and grabbing onto your flesh, from your ass and thighs to your tits.

“mhhh— ‘toru, god,” you sigh, feeling yourself get wet from just his confessions, “you can have me, all of me.”

your lover grunts at your words. they were exactly what he needed to hear. he roughly pulls the hem of your dress up, revealing your white panties. his all time favourite. a small, lustful grin instantly appears on his face. he always thought that you looked extra innocent in those; and that by ripping those off, that he’ll corrupt that ‘pure’ image.

and don’t let him start on how many times he’s used that specific pair of panties to jerk off. he vividly remembers how his sticky cum covered the cloth afterwards.

“haah—fuckfuckfuck,” satoru curses repeatedly as his fingertips tremble out of pure desire, “can’t wait any longer. you’re gonna walk around the avenue with no panties later on, ‘kay?”

“sato-” your eyes widened and before you could even protest, you hear the fabric of your underwear tearing. the ripped off cloth falling down onto the cold floor.

“there we go,” he mutters in delight, his eyes gazed at your exposed pussy. his fingers rubbed over the skin, grazing the wet folds. a deep, breathy chuckle echoes throughout the bathroom, “this pussy’s just ready to be filled, don’tcha think?”

you nod feverishly and nibble on your lower lip at the way satoru was teasing your clit. his hand slowly cupped your slippery cunt, his palm covering the area entirely before slapping the velvety flesh. three small smacks, each making your limbs tremble.

“ya hear that?” satoru hums, completely overtaken by his desire for you as the squelchy sounds ring in his ears, “so ready to be stretched out and fucked.”

“hnnnh, ah, baby—please just, just fuck me.” you whimper; feeling the pressure of his hand’s thenar against your clit while his fingertips traveled across your vulva.

“oh, i definitely will.” satoru responds with a grunt as he undoes his belt and zipper with his free hand. his trousers and underwear fall down to his ankles, revealing his cock to you.

your mouth watered at the sight as it slightly slapped against his lower abdomen due to the speed at which satoru took his boxers off. the moist drops of thick pre-cum coating his pink tip, the slight curve of his big shaft and the veins covering it—you needed to have him in you.

when satoru thinks that he prepped you enough to take his cock, he removes his hand from between your legs. of course, he isn’t going to waste a chance of tasting your slick that gathered on his skin.

“turn around,” he orders after licking off his fingers and you do as said, “ass back towards me, pretty.”

one of satoru’s hands was on one side of your hips to hold you steady against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, the other occupied with stroking his cock. satoru was already contemplating on where to cum; in or on you. he’s obsessed with spurting his sticky cum on your plump ass, however he also loved stuffing you full of it.

“deep breaths,” your boyfriend reminds you as he prods the swollen tip of his cock at your entrance—despite the prep, it was always almost impossible to avoid a slight discomforting sensation in the beginning. that man’s length was no joke.

“ahhhh, fuuuck! satoru!” you hiss and your fingernails try to dig into the wall you were pressed against. you felt your folds being forced apart to fit his cock inside of your small cunt.

“shiiit.. you’re fuckin’ tight.” satoru grits his teeth. no matter how many times he breaks your pussy in, you still feel as tight as ever, “..mmh—relax, princess.”

satoru pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out and you both took a deep breath. a sloppy kiss was placed against the back of your neck as reward for taking him in. it was his habit of doing so every time the two of you get intimate.

“‘m gonna start moving. that alright?”

a simple nod coming from you was plenty to let satoru begin with slow, soft thrusts which soon enough turned into deep and firm thrusts—the pounding sounds echoing in the bathroom, “there we go—ahh, yeah— fuck!”

“mhhhg, s’good! ngh!” you slur your words a bit as satoru started to speed up the tempo, feeling his heavy balls slap against the skin near your clit every time he drove his thick cock into you, “mmph! more, wan’ more!”

neither you nor satoru could care anymore if your desperate mewls or the harsh skin-to-skin sounds were heard outside of the dimly lit bathroom.

satoru was slowly losing his mind as he gazed down at your ass and the way you moved your hips back to meet his rough thrusts—he never got enough of you in that position. his hands held onto your hips before moving to your lower back to deepen your arch a little. his eyes were in a trance; he needed to see more of that chubby ass and the recoil of it.

“i swear—you’re gonna make me,haah, cum already,” satoru moans as he tried to find a way to distract himself from the pleasure building up to a breaking point. he decides to gently bite onto your shoulder, running his tongue over the slight mark he left and then continues to suck on the flesh.

“hmmmh, haah, yes! need- need your cum in me, please- please, ‘toru!” you beg in such an erotic tone that satoru can’t help but bite down harder on your shoulder.

“princess—y-you can’t say that-” he swallows a lump in his throat as he forces his cock so deep that you felt it hit your cervix repeatedly, “please- don’t say that.. don’t, oh god—“

satoru was the one begging this time; his voice sounding more whiny than it had ever been during your little session. he can’t help it when it comes to you. he had desired to fuck you since he saw you and now that he was finally doing it, his senses were utterly overwhelmed.

“nonono,” you hear your boyfriend curse as the strokes inside your tight cunt turned harsh and quick, like he was on the verge of his climax, which he didn’t want. he didn’t want to cum in under two minutes, but he’s just so weak when it comes to you. so damn weak.

“ahhh, fuck— s-sorry, baby— can i cum? can i cum in you? please?” he bites his lips, shutting his eyes so tight that he could see colors.

“please, please, let me. mnghhh, please let me cum in you. wanna fill you up.” satoru repeats his words like a chant in your ear. you were as lost in the feeling of ecstasy as your lover was and just nodded at his whiny pleas.

“mhmm, yes, do it—cum in me!”

your permission was all satoru needed and not a second later, you felt ropes and ropes of hot cum flood your cunt and some drops gush out of your pulsating hole.

satoru was quivering slightly as he kept moving his hips in slow pumps, fucking the cum deeper into you. you were full of surprises; he didn’t know he could cum in under two minutes until right that instant. you really had him wrapped around your finger.

and the best thing? he was already starting to get hard once again.

satoru slowly pulled his dick out of you and only let the tip stay a few centimetres in you. one hand went to grab onto the base of his length and he started to tap and move the tip in tiny circular motions in your cum-filled pussy—making sure every single drop is dumped where it belonged.

“fucking greedy, ain’t ya?” satoru hisses as he feels you clench onto his tip like you were doing to his cock earlier, “your pussy just wants to milk me dry.”

you whine and push your hips back a little in attempt to push his cock further into your needy cunt again, “wan’ more.. please, ‘toru?”

gojo satoru was a weakling.

he slammed his cock fully inside of you again and didn’t care if you expected it or not; he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. his hands were kneading the flesh of your ass, spanking it every now and then to feel you tighten up more around him while his hips were working full time.

“yeah? gonna take another load in your slutty cunt again?” satoru groans as he feels your pussy gripping onto his throbbing cock like it was pleading to be stuffed, “haaah—you’re incredible, nhh, never had anyone make me cum this quick and hard before.”

your body squirmed and shivered each time you felt satoru spank you, ending up in a repeated cycle of you tightening up around him and him smacking the fat of your ass, “yes, yes, yes! want it, please!”

it was incredibly difficult to hold back your own orgasm when satoru was whispering filthy things in your ear, pounding into your creamy pussy while also stimulating your clit.

satoru instantly caught onto the fact that you were nearing your climax. you always started to get more noisy whenever you were close, “aah, mhm—cum on my cock while i dump another load inside of you. c’mon, you can do it.”

satoru’s words made your stomach fill with butterflies, the coil inside of you threatening to finally snap.

“‘m gonna.. gonna cum! gonna cum!” you cry out between ragged breaths, eyes rolling into the back of your head once you reached your long-awaited climax.

the sight of you arching your back even more while you came was the hottest thing satoru’s seen. he rushed his thrusts, becoming more precise to hit your cervix over and over again.

“mhm, jus’ like that—tighten up more.” your lover hisses and his nails dug into the flesh of your hips while he felt your pussy throbbing from overstimulation, “milk me dry, pretty—fuck!”

your mind was foggy with that euphoric feeling after reaching your orgasm. but also due to satoru continuing to bully his thick cock all the way in you, seemingly needing to drain his balls inside your cunt.

“mhhhhnn, ‘m gonna fill ya up again,” he whimpers a bit into your ear from behind while sweat drips from his forehead, “take it all like a good girl, yeah? don’t—haah— waste a drop.”

and with that he spurts and squirts strings of cum into your womb once more. it felt like there was no ending to it as his semen just continued to pump out of the tip.

“fuckkk! got more for you,” satoru almost sobs out, his tongue peeking out from behind his lips as his muscles tense up. he came so much into you that even more of the liquid drizzled down on the floor beneath you, “take it—yeah—jus’ like that.”

a few more deep and chaste strokes and satoru was done. he exhaustedly rests his chin on your shoulder, white locks clinging onto his forehead and his cheeks colouring a reddish hue.

“haahh.. that was amazing.” satoru sighs deeply, trying to catch his breath while wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face into your neck, leaving small pecks there while mumbling about how good you were for him.

your eyes were closed as you rest against the wall, enjoying the affection from your lover while you feel his dick go limp inside you. satoru slowly pulls out afterwards, biting his lip as his gaze lingered on all the fluids leaking down your trembling thighs.

“hold on,” satoru murmurs gently, “gonna clean you up, princess.”

his own legs were shaking slightly as he quickly put his boxers and pants back on. your boyfriend grabs a few tissues from a nearby dispenser, kneeling behind you afterwards.

your eyes followed his fingers as they held onto the wipes and started to clean you up slowly. the comfortable silence—excluding the muffled sounds of chatter and music from outside the bathroom—was perfect for you to catch your breath.

satoru was diligently sliding the tissues over your skin, making sure to not be too rough.

as much as he tried telling himself not to get turned on again from the sight of your ass and sopping cunt in front of his face, he just couldn’t.

your lover was breathing heavily and stopped cleaning you up for a second. he really tried his best to stop himself over and over, though the title of being the strongest didn’t apply to his self control.

his large hands came up to hold onto your ass, spreading the cheeks apart which made your lips part in shock. you looked over your shoulder at him and sensed the resurfacing lust in the air. not only that: his warm breath hit your sensitive pussy as he panted in a hungry way.

satoru lifted his head up to meet your eyes, flashing you a (not so) apologetic grin;

“sorry, pretty. i need to get my dessert.”

[romanoffsbish]

Professional Mishaps

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Warnings: Smutty but not truly | Injury

18+ | Minors DNI

Natasha was far too eager to anticipate anything other than pleasure to come from your OF session | WC: 1,272

Natasha watched you with hungry eyes through the screen of your high tech video camera as she set it up on the tripod and angled it properly for the scene.

After six months of streaming and recording only fans content you'd finally agreed to give her strap head. It'd always been a fantasy she begged for and you secretly craved as well—but you would never tell her that.

——

Making her wait for things always seemed to yield the greatest results; something about the chase just makes the redhead perform better. You know for certain that making her wait until six months in to have sex was the greatest thing you ever did for your relationship.

The way you fell apart for her that night was all she needed to know you were her final partner. Nobody else would ever compare to you and your innocence and you felt the same way about her subtle deviance.

A match made in heaven you two were, both a perfect compliment to the other's weaknesses. In moments like these Natasha usually always led and you followed.

You were just as excited when you told her yes late last night, it was worth it alone for the smile but then the way she hugged you even tighter made you want it almost as badly, as if the fantasy was yours before hers.

There was also the case to be made that you were just as nervous as you were excited. Eating her out was never a hard feat for you, somedays, when she was dripping and open you'd get lost down in her oasis. Never though had you taken a strap in this lewd of a manner, and your lover picked up on that in an instant.

"Detka, come here," she called as she entered the frame with an elegance to her stride that reminded you of your disparity when it came to experience. Strong arms wrapped around your torso, and firmly pulled you into Natasha's warm embrace and your lips soon mirrored the sentiment as you both naturally leaned forward.

A sigh left your lips and she deepened the intimacy, her tongue swirled devilishly around yours, causing an unconscious reaction as your thighs rubbed together.

The kiss naturally picked up in intensity, both of you knowing you much preferred direct action over talking. If she called out your nerves you'd likely spiral and the bills would go unpaid since it'd been months since you posted for your loyal fans due to day jobs and trips.

As the speed of your breathing picked up the redhead softly and privately reassured you with a firm squeeze to your hips without breaking character. Arousal held you captive, primarily, but the anxiety always lingered.

Natasha was always inherently good at keeping you feeling calm and safe... Or at least she usually was.

The moment had grown more intense as her hands and lips roamed, you moaned as she groped your breasts. “Desperate slut," she growled against the tender skin of your marked up jaw before she abruptly shoved you down onto your knees for your more kinky subscribers.

"Open up," she demanded, the tip of her flesh toned strap slapped against your cheek and under normal circumstances you'd find this aggression hot but your girlfriend severely underestimated her strength here.

Natasha's eyes widened as she watched fate work against her, it was almost comical how the woman's face contorted into one of horror and remorse. Your body lurched forward against your protests and in a painful occurrence the silicone scratched your cornea.

"Oh for the love of fuck," you screeched as you fell the rest of the way forward, eyes watering as you squinted the injured one and leaned against your lovers thigh.

Natasha's usual night in shining armor reaction,

however, was delayed by her unwavering shock, "Oh my, we need to go to the urgent care, come on—up!" Her usually confident hands shakily reached down to pull you up off the floor and straight into her arms, bridal style. Without any thought the woman began to run downstairs, but just as she flung the door open the breeze reminded her of your mostly unclothed states.

The woman thanked the powers that be for you being distracted because you would likely have yelled at the remote idea that your neighbors saw you both in your lingerie, with a strap dangling between muscular legs.

You whimpered at the chill and she was back inside.

The redhead truly felt terrible as she set your crying form onto the couch, her lips gently pressed to your forehead as she whispered, "I'll be right back detka, don't go anywhere." If you could do so without pain you would've rolled your eyes at your lovable idiot.

In a whiplash of limbs you were dressed and swiftly on the way to the urgent care. The drive was silent, guilt and remorse, by the way of her hand on your thigh, were heavily intermixed in the air. Natasha was overly gentle now, pulling you from the car like you were as fragile as a porcelain doll. You, as to be expected, let Natasha explain to the front desk what happened...

—

Three hours later you found yourself in an exam bed, an ugly gown on for no reason whatsoever seeing as how you only injured your eye but the nurse was adamant that you wear it. Natasha might as well have left you in your lingerie over your comfy sweatsuit.

The doctor had already seen you, but she allowed you to rest in the bed while they waited for your anti fungal eye drops to be sent to your local pharmacy. It was a slow night and would be a waste for you to drive home just to leave to get the eye drops in an hour anyways.

So, in the forced downtime you decided best not to strain your good eye. Natasha consequently thought you'd fallen asleep since you were also breathing much softer, and your other eye was covered by gauze.

With nothing better to do Natasha slyly opened her phone and slid her AirPod Max’s over her head and, for research purposes only of course, she watched the encounter from earlier unfold on her tiny screen.

In the unusual silence you didn't find comfort, as Nat is usually a chatterbox in moments like these so you tiredly opened your eye to catch sight of her smirking. You didn't need the IQ of a rocket scientist to know what was likely illuminating her face in the dark room.

"Oi!" Natasha shrieked as a pillow knocked her phone out of her hand with precise aim. "Delete it Natalia."

"Don't be such a killjoy Y/N/N," she teased while making her way over to your side, her hand slid into yours with a familiarity that comforted you to the point of weakness as your angry facade faded into a pout. "Now come on, my detka isn't usually a poor sport."

"Your detka doesn't usually have a corneal abrasion," you huffed, the anger easily returned, "I mean come on Natty, how in the hell do you plan to explain this?!"

"I plan on keeping you indoors,” she shrugged and you chuckled tauntingly, “Your family flies in tomorrow.”

The look of terror on her face made you smile, it was almost the perfect revenge, but you also felt bad. So, you scooted over and patted the spot next to you. The redhead wasted no time crawling into the bed and cuddling into your warm embrace. “I’m sorry detka.”

“It’s okay love,” you whispered, “It’s a funny story…”

[holylulusworld]

Big grumpy bear (2)

Summary: He’s grumpy. You are sweet. A match made in heaven.

Pairing: Alpha!Walter Marshall x OmegaReader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, grumpy alpha, scenting, fluff, jealous alpha, possessive (a hint) alpha

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“Good morning,” you chirp as you walk toward your office. You’re in a good mood because it will be a wonderful day. You’re sure about it.

You are wearing a brand-new square-neck floral dress with short sleeves. The bohemian dress has a high waist and elegant ruffle hems. It’s cute and you feel pretty. Most importantly, you are ready to impress your chosen alpha.

While you fall into your daily morning routine and greet all of your colleagues you feel Walter’s eyes on you. 

His features darken as one of your male colleagues dares to put his hand on your arm to stop you. 

The man only tries to talk to you about the footage you checked for his case, but Walter won’t have it.

Walter gets up from his swivel chair, almost knocking the chair over as he rises to his full height. He strides toward you and the man, eyes hard and jaw set. 

You feel him behind you, his gaze on the man, but his hand on your shoulder. “Excuse us. Miss Y/L/N has an appointment with me. We need to discuss the footage of my latest case.”

“Well, buddy,” the man tries to swipe Walter’s hand off your shoulder. He doesn’t know that you and the alpha are kinda of dating. Or you are not. You’re not sure about it. At least Walter allowed you to take care of him a little bit over the last three weeks. “I talked to her first. Your case must wait.”

Uh-oh. The guy is in trouble. Walter cracks his neck. He huffs and squeezes your shoulder.

“I need to help Detective Marshall now. I gave you my report yesterday. Your partner said the case is closed. If you need to discuss the details with me again, we need to do it later,” you try to calm Walter, but the other detective seems to be the kind of alpha wanting to mark another alpha’s territory.

Or he’s just dull…

“As I said, I talked to you first. You must focus on my case,” the detective makes you sigh. In his line of work, he should be able to control his anger and nature better.

You know men like him. They all believe omegas and betas must follow their orders like obedient puppies. The twenty-first century is forgotten the moment they want you to do something for them.

“Your partner said the case is closed,” Walter snarls at the detective. “I know him. If he closes a case, it is closed. So, what is this about? Huh? Do you want to make another woman unhappy? This worked out well for that lab tech you dated last year.”

“Careful, Marshall,” the man bites back. “Don’t get in between me and that omega.”

You sigh again. This could’ve been such a lovely day. “That is enough,” you snap your fingers in front of the detective’s face. “If the case is closed, there is no need to waste my time. Let me tell you this right away. I wouldn’t poke you with a stick. And I already set my eyes on an alpha.”

Walter proudly puffs his chest. “You heard her. Get out of her sight!” He gruffly says. “Miss Y/L/N, can we talk about the footage now?”

Exhaling sharply, you turn around. You need a moment to calm down and find your inner peace. “Let’s go, detective.”

“You need to eat this and have more water.” The moment you had Walter at your office you switched to caring omega modus again. 

He grumbles as you place a homemade sandwich and a cupcake in front of him. “I told you not to feed me,” Walter says but grabs the sandwich, nonetheless. He digs in, humming as he munches the food you made for him. “I can take care of myself.”

“I can defend myself too,” you pat his cheek, making him furrow his brows. “But it was nice of you to stand up for me. Just like an alpha should.”

“You…” he looks you up and down. His features are unmoving, but his eyes roam your body. Walter tilts his head, hums, and licks his lips clean, tasting your sandwich again. “You look pretty in that dress.”

Your heart flutters. It’s the first time Walter complimented you. “My, thank you. That’s very nice of you to say.”

Walter watches you chew on your index finger. You’re unsure if he’s ready for the next step, but sometimes you must take what you want.

It’s now or never.

You hop onto his thigh and wrap your arms around his neck to peck his cheek. ”You’re a very protective alpha. I like it.”

Walter’s features soften for a split-second. He gives you half a smile and allows you to bury your face in his neck to scent him.

His heart beats a little faster than usual. He’s not sure yet, but he fears you wormed your way into his heart.

He’s just not sure anymore if that’s a bad thing …

Part 3

[threepandas]

Bad End: Heroic Collection

New Haven wasn't a major metropolis. Some big city like Delhi or Tokyo, Jakarta and the like. It was big for the area. A major hub for commerce and crime on a local scale. But Nationally? INTERNATIONALLY? Not even close. No matter WHAT the great ambitions that haunted the Mayor, late at night, may tell you.

So, really, there was NO fucking reason for any A Listers to be here.

NONE.

Our biggest exports were fancy fucking jams and that one fashion line I couldn't pronounce. We had honest to God Jam festivals in the fall. It was a circuit, Mayor gave out awards. There were pies. Firestrike always ate himself sick. Agent always laughed at him. I... Fuck, my head was ringing. I'd hit that last building HARD. Was pretty sure I tasted blood. Not... not sure if that was because I busted something in my mouth or...

Over my comms, I could hear my teammates fighting. Trying to hail the Alliance. If we could... could just hold on...

Long enough for the major players to GET here?

Then what? I had to wonder. Staring at a burning bus in front of me. It was half way lodged through Mrs. Brahimi's shop. Please, God, let her and the workers have got out all right. I'd been there just this morning. She made me those stuffed flatbread things. Said I was still too skinny. Should rest more.

I use the twist remains of a book return to lever myself to my feet. Book..? Oh. I'm by the library. Which..? Fuck. Main one. That's city hall.

Smoke rises around the city I've lived in all my life. Fires everywhere. I'm supposed... supposed to be a hero. But I can barely stand. Feel sick as the world sways. My body is one big bruise. Gotta... gotta keep fighting. Helping. Save people.

In the distance, I can hear screams.

I'm coming. I promise. I'm coming!

I make my screaming body move. Stumble. Catch myself. Then keep going. The hiss and spit in my ear tells me that my communicator is probably half broken. I don't try it, in case that breaks it the rest of the way. Wrench doors from half crushed cars to free trapped civilians. Lever wreckage, hold it with trembling limbs, so people can crawl to safety. Run. Please, god, RUN!

We aren't strong enough.

He's here, The Collective.

A hivemind super threat. Alien supposedly. So far above my team's pay grade we know basically nothing. The kind of thing we were expected to never realistically see. We're nobody's. Fuck it, we're HAPPY being nobody's. It meant we got to go home each night. Didn't face The Horrors. Like him.

He CONSUMES.

Hungry. Trying to fill some void that's never going to fill. Supposedly a planet eater. Gutting worlds for resources, materials, to continue his own expansion. Now fixated on Earth for it's continued refusal to die. For its defiance. Some A+ sort of monster, to our high C rank. At best.

Fuck... we dealt with HUMANS. Fought gimmicks and tech. Little fish in our little pond. Now this tsunami was bringing the ocean to US and it was all we could do, to swim and survive.

I leaned against a half smashed car. Braced myself against it, more then anything, then started pulling pot shots. I... I was gonna black out soon. With a concussion like this? Probably wasn't gonna be waking up. Especially if those THINGS found me before a friendly did.

All across the city I called home, The Collective had Drones tearing the place apart.

They'd almost be pretty. Tall, elegant, androgynous lookin, supermodel twinks in battle armor. Drones apparently covered their lower face. I'd know the "commander" by their uncovered face and "use of adornments". Useful! Except they could fucking SWITCH on command, so you have to take out ALL of them.

Because they weren't a collection of different soldiers.

THEY weren't a THEY. That? Was a fucking HE. Singular.

You don't consider each of your individual cell as people. Each follicle of hair. Why would HE? God damn it. It was like fighting a giant. Against Gods. They just kept coming. And my ammo? Was not endless.

Worse. The drones had stopped looking. I don't know WHAT they had been searching for. But now? They started to converge on me. On city hall. Fuck. I... I couldn't even really stand anymore. My vision was blurring. I knew for a FACT my shots were shit. But dense as they were crowding? It seemed enough. Kept them back.

Three cartridges left.

Two.

Only one more...

The Alliance was coming. Half my team had gone silent. I could hear tears in the voice of Tech, back in the office. They had our life signs. Built into our armor. I could only imagine what mine looked like. Prayed, like I hadn't since I was a kid, that the others were just unconscious. Safe somewhere.

Someplace this nightmare couldn't reach them.

I doubted I was that lucky.

Tech was begging me to hold on. Giving me ETAs. And... And I was out of bullets. The block half full of Drones. I had escrima sticks. A fucking tazer. It would have to do. Sticks came out, as I swayed to my feet. No longer letting the car behind me hold my weight. What's a little... let's say, hundred or so, on one? Eh?

Bring your friends. Let's make it a fair fight.

I'll go easy on you.

Bravado until the end. Remember, never know who's watching. You are a symbol. Before you are a man, you are their HERO. Don't you DARE let them down. Even if you die. Especially when you die. B.. Bravado until the end. Plaste on a smirk and say a one-liner, we got hope to shoulder.

I took down about three Drones... I think... before the rest swarm me.

Feel hands pinning my arms. My torso. Everything. A weak point between the panels is ripped open. High grade military fabrics doing jack shit against their impossible strength. The distinct pinch tug of a needle in my skin. Cold spreading. The sudden exhaustion of a powerful sedative. I... am gone.

Time... is blurry.

Now and Then running together in my senses. My brain. The concussion doesn't help. Or... or didn't? It feels... gone? Gone-ing? Oh... look, sky. Clouds. Pretty. Wasn't I standing? I am standing. No... no being dragged. Chair? Not chair. Stairs? Carried. Pretty window..... where am I? Fuzzy. Bluzzy fuzzy purple beans~ he he he~ oh! Those are the... watch'ma call it! Gucci chairs! That rich lady had! Neat. Plurble.

Ouch! Why'd you pi...?

My mouth is dry as sand. But suddenly? I am hyper aware. The floating drift of my mind VIOLENTLY gone, replaced by alerted and focus. Drones surround me in a vaguely familiar hallway. Shit. I think it's that rich designer's place. My helmet is off, but my mask is still in place, thank god. The Drones stand far to close for my liking. Their many eyes, amused.

So glad to entertain, you Fuck.

I am frog marched down the hall. Damn near dragged. They were too smart to restrain me with my own cuffs, unfortunately. So my hands are bound behind my back with something tight I can't get a good feel off. Bastard secured it to my belt, too. Great.

The Collective's "Face" is surrounded by what must be every jewel in the city. Piled high in some vague sorting pattern I refuse to even try and comprehend. He's trying on rings. One on every finger, to see what matches his skin tone. Looks good. Already, he has a pearl stud and some earrings he's decided he likes. He looks up as I'm dragged in, and I realize immediately what one of "a few other differences" between him and the Drones are...

It's the EYES,

They GLOWED.

Metallic almost. Nearly neon. They reflected the light in a way the Drones simply did not. It made their face... horrificly predatory. Made for WATCHING, somehow. Unnerving and haughty. Beautiful still, but uncomfortable to be near.

Sitting up on a table that basicly swallows the room, dead center like a show piece on display, with one long leg tossed over the other and no fucking shirt on? The Face looks almost carefully, artfully, staged. To maximize some "haughty yet coy, alien prince who maybe wants to fuck you" shtick.

Does... Does he not realize I'm NOT one of the usual opponents? I mean. Flattered at the "join me! The Darkside has sex and cookies!" set up. Always fun. Classic, really. But, like? I would be... at BEST... a solidly MID goon.

Also "NO".

Gonna preemptively throw that out there. Maybe some expletives for flavor. Suggest someplace sunless to shove it. SOLID "No". Good try, though.

Around me, the Drones are shaking with silent laughter. Staring down at me, their pale eyes dancing with amusement. It's creepy as hell. Unnerving to be the center of attention like this. For this many eyes, utterly in synch, to surround and watch my every twitch. Act fascinated and amused, like I'm some little animal performing tricks.

The Face hasn't dropped his Seduction to the Darkside routine. If anything, he seems delighted by the defiance. Which... yeah, that tracks. It's why he's harrasing out planet to begin with. That one's definitely on me. So, better question? Not that I'm not glad and all? Why the FUCK am I not dead.

"And lose my HERO? Perish the thought~" drawles The Collective, the posture light and lazy, even as something dangerous threaded itself through their tone. It sounded... possessive. But that couldn't be right. "I would NEVER do such a thing! In fact, we are going to have to be far more careful with that little processor of yours. Far too fragile. Just the one, too. Horrifying, really."

Thanks. Just what every guy loves to really make 'im feels special. Insults.

Fucker.

More laughter from all around me. I grit my teeth. Come oooon, Alliance. Where the hell ARE you guys!? Could REALLY use a rescue! The hands holding me still are drifting. Fucking handsy. Damn near stroking even as they hold me immobile. They're looking for the clasps and buckles on my armor. Have already found the obvious ones. Fingers oh so casually drifting over, to grip, flex, and tear them apart.

I do NOT like how loose my armor is starting to feel. Barely able to hold on. Protect me. Limited as that protection may be. I think I'm developing a horrifying empathy for clams. Crustaceans in general. Anything that gets slowly pried from the safety of it's shell, too certain doom.

The Face casually tosses the rings he was playing with aside. Tens of thousands of dollars bouncing off to God only knows where. He slides from the table to stand. Shit. He's huge.

The androgynous twink supermodel thing he has going on? Fucking LIES. Twists your perception of how, EXACTLY, strong the Face body IS. He clears seven feet easily, is muscled in that distinctly "never see me coming until it's too late" sort of way all the ninja types are.

The tattoos. It's the FUCKING tattoos! They give the illusion that he's slimmer then he actually is.

It HIDES MUSCLE MASS.

I can't tell if that's vanity or strategy and I hate it. Glare as he sashays towards me. Hips rolling in that elegant catwalk strut. I'm forced to my knees. Because of course I am. How ELSE will the bastard loom and gloat? Though really, weak as I currently feel, it's more that the Drones holding me up? Stop doing that. My knees more or less just give up on their own.

"Like what you see? You're staring so intently~" He mocks. If he were being genuine, I'd call it teasing. Flirtatious. But I know better. "It IS a pretty body, isn't it? I worked hard on it, you know. All sort of fun little details~ Might honestly be one of my favorites. If you're good for me, I'll let you explore it~"

THERE it is.

Darkside. Sex and cookies. Sign up today. Fuck you and not in the fun way. Keep your hands to yourself, Collective. You're not convincing me. You could tell me the sky was blue, and I'd make three presentations with a PowerPoint, on why you were a liar. No, still No, and a hefty fuck off No for spice.

Three steps away. Two steps. One.

A man that tall and dangerous? Frankly did NOT need heels. Figures he'd wear them anyway. Sharp enough to kill a man. Right infront of my folded knees. I refuse to look up. No more fucking games. Did have to wonder, though, if those pants... if they even WERE pants? Were painted on or not. Very tight. Looked vaguely metal yet leather.

Shit.

Fingers, splayed wide as they run themselves through my sweaty and probably bloodstained hair. Couldn't have been nice to touch. Wrong angle and just a touch too big to be a Drone. Light as a lover, sweet almost, soothing. Before it inevitably tightens, gripping the strands. Honestly not as hard as I expected, didn't even hurt.

Still, my head is forced back.

Back and back and back, forced to arch my spine, hang awkwardly at some forty-five degree angle. My thighs and abs already screaming. A Drone grabs the back of my armor and, with an almost casual yank, my chest plate is violently snapped free. Both tossed to the floor away from us.

"There we are~" the Face hums down at me, eyes nearly hypnotic in how the light moved from within, grin full of sharp and deadly teeth. "No more of that ugly thing in the way. I much prefer this~"

"Tell me, Little Hero, do you remember? Becoming mine."

No, I certainly do fucking not. What the HELL is he-!? From behind the Face a Drone steps. Dressed differently to the others. Casual clothes. Like... actual street clothes. If they weren't GREEN I never would been able too-...

In horror, I watch as the pigment of the Drones skin melts away to a middling average. So utterly nondescript a blend of ethnicities that it's genuinely hard to place, but won't stand out no matter where he goes in the city.

I... I had seen that face.

SAVED that man.

Thought he was CUTE! T..Thought WE were having some sort of MEET CUTE! Oh God. That was at the festival. I was out of costume. Saved him from getting crushed. Then my teammates handled everything before I could slip away. So I just... stayed. Showed the cute tourist the festivities.

We ate FANCY JAMS, YOU FUCK!

I pined our that cute tourist for WEEKS. Was UNBEARABLE. Tech threatened to shove me off a roof! Oh my god.

Laughter.

Dozens of mouths, laughing in perfect sync. The noise layered and bouncing strangely around the room. Deeper then it should be, higher as it swings. Like a radio or voice modulator that someone is messing with. A momentary loss of control. My anger fizzles out to fear. Oh... oh yeah...

I forgot I was fucked.

At.. at least I know why?

A step forward. Past too close and now basically in my lap. A foot on either side of my knees. I try not to think exactly where my face would be pressed if I wasn't dragged back, to hang near painfully arched, so he could lean down and I could be forced to make eye contact. That way lay madness.

He moved his other hand to my face, cupping it. Dragging his thumb possessively across my mouth. He hummed, pleased.

He pressed closer, sliding down my front to his knees, straddling my lap. REALLY hoped that WAS, in fact, a weapon in your pocket there, buddy. Because I am not liking the handsy direction this is going, nor have I come to terms with my meet cute being a monstrous planet killing warlord. Not feeling sexy, my guy.

....okay, a LITTLE sexy, but that is hormones and we ignore those.

Fuuuuuck, wandering haaaaands! Now would be a GOOD TIME for door kicking rescues! I do NOT want to learn anything new about myself today! I want to go HOME. Sleep forever, maybe! Have a burrito the size of my head! Oh god. Think unsexy thoughts. Math. Sad puppies! Sad puppies doing MATH!

The Collective had dragged me upright. Pressed my face right up against their Face's bare skin. All I could smell was expensive cologne and man. Warm skin. Oh god, I am so gay. This is hell and I am very, VERY gay. If evil, why sexy hot hot hot? Hormones are making very convincing arguments. Horny brain says let's make terrible life choices.

No! Nooooo. Stop it, Me! We are fucking better then this! God damn it, you trainwreck, you are a ROLE MODEL! Act like one! (But horny...) (NO!!!)

God I was never going to mock the fuckers who hesitates at the "sex n cookies" speech again. Persuasive mother FUCKER!

"Aah~" he sighed contentedly, far too close to a moan for my sanity's liking. Hands having finally found the hidden zippers of my undersuit. Slowly dragging it open. "You are FAR too cute~♡"

"I can't wait to get you off this worthless little rock. Back to ME. I'll have so many WAYS to take care of you~ Backups and rudimentary supports we can set up, at least until I get you something proper."

Horrifying. Deeply Horrifying. REALLY never wanted to know what terrified and horny felt like, but here we are. Distantly, I hear thunder. There's no clouds. A flash of red through the skies. Green followed by metallic purple. Oh thank fuck. Keep his attention. Just... just keep his attention.

"We'll use me as a base. Keep you in stasis. Away from all these ugly, dangerous things~! Just you and me. Perfect. BETTER. Infinite and beautiful. I'll make all sort of bodies just for you to play with. Even let you keep this one! If you want. It'll be a precious memory for us, of where you began. How we met."

A mouth on mine. I can't breathe. Can't escape the arms wrapped around me. My protests do little more then waste oxygen. I feel light headed. Come one, team Alliance! He's here! HE'S HERE!!!

"You're going to be MINE, little Hero. I finally figured it out. What I was missing. It was YOU~♡! My beloved, delicate, little thing~. I'm going to take SUCH good care of you."

"Forever~"

[eldritch-spouse]

Relax, I know he's big and the phalluses are uh, intimidating but the subject is extremely docile. Who knew aliens would be so–why is he out of containment?

You're frozen. Catatonic.

You remember watching videos of animals in the wild becoming completely unresponsive when approached by predators, how the only thing you could see were their eyes, wide and frantic, and their chests heaving as they seemed to be praying to survive.

Those videos were so funny, right? Well, you're not laughing now...

The lifeform, the alien, the creature you had yet to see, that they'd been easing you into the idea of meeting so that it wouldn't be a colossal shock- Just effortlessly tore down the pressurized, extremely high-tech door to its cell. You didn't even know those doors could come flying off like that.

In seconds, mere stunned moments, the entity you can't even call a monster is staring you down. He's giant, truly, but gaunt like a beanstalk, all flowing limbs and unearthly elegance. You can't count the tentacles that comprise his lower body, you can't focus on the fins of his extremely human arms, the bizarre depressions on his chest area, and the only reason you know him as male is because of the mention of phalluses.

Curiously, he doesn't look hostile.

But he's very much focused on you, and that's not ideal.

It's as if he sensed you through the cell, somehow, and that caught his attention.

A large, water-filled glass dome envelops his head, but you can still very much sense those glazed eyes studying you from top to bottom. Like any human would, he procures eye contact before attempting to communicate.

But unfortunately, he doesn't converse in a language you can gouge.

A myriad of croons envelop the room, these soft tingling sounds that feel just barely within reach of your eardrums. The... Appendage, sprouting from the top of his head sways, an assortment of warm hues gently fading in and out.

Pink. Orange. Pink. Maroon. Pink. Shock pink. White. Pink blinking.

What is this, Simon Says?

He leans down, and trembling, you glance at the intern beside you in a desperate plea for help.

They look utterly fascinated by the interaction. Panicked, but amazed. You have no idea whether or not that's good for you.

Finally, they seem to come to their senses and realize that you are probably seconds away from pissing yourself if nothing is done.

" Okay. Okay- Listen to me. " They start murmuring, an audible gulp follows. Your eyes twitch to the worker, but you don't dare stare at them long enough to lose track of the literal alien.

" Like I said, he's very docile. There's no reason for him to attack you right now. In fact he's... Nevermind. "

What the fuck do they mean nevermind?!

" I need you to not move too suddenly, and don't scream, okay? "

You nod quietly, looking at the still pink-flashing light above their head. He dangles it in front of his face, as close to the glass as he can, as if to make sure you're getting the message. You hope pink signifies friendliness.

" What- What do I do now? " You whisper.

The intern looks at you like they themself aren't quite sure.

" U- Uhm... Let- Let me contact my- "

Out of nowhere, what you can only call a bark of noise rings out through the room.

This extremely loud sound that immediately frightens you, sharp and rough like a branch cracking but amplified a thousand times. Even now, it feels like it's still echoing within your eardrums.

Did he do that? Did something in the building just break?!

You shrieked, because of course you did, eyes nearly bulging out your skull when you realize the employee told you specifically not to scream.

They're looking at you with a tight-lipped grimace, finger poised over what you presume is a contact on their phone.

There isn't even time for you to say your last words, some kind of message for your family or even just a plea for help.

The alien reacts to your agitated noise quickly, but not at all in the way you'd expect. Instead of perhaps lunging to crack your neck like a twig or slashing your face off, the entity grabs you with both arms by the chest, lifts you into the air, and slides inside the cell it was previously contained in. The clutch is what prevented you from screaming again.

Once again, you channel the wisdom of prey animals in nature documentaries by staying absolutely stock still, and allowing the foreign lifeform to do whatever it wants. He keeps flashing colors at you in patterns you don't recognize, but involve a lot of pink tones. Purple now. Long and pudgy looking digits start poking at your outfit here and there, and you spot something rippling under the mass of his front, along that large opening you had never given much thought to until now.

It looks like something's bursting out of him...

Oh God, oh fuck what is that-

You blink, open-mouthed, at what has to be a dick. Some kind of wriggling, prehensile appendage tipped with a much too human-looking phallus. It flattens against your midsection, and you shudder in confusion. Confusion that soon grows into barely contained hysteria as more bizarre and unique extremities keep slithering out of his insides- What is he, made of cocks?

" S- Some help here?! " You finally manage to nearly sob out.

The worker is frantically trying to appease someone on the other end of their phone, picking at their collar while they watch you get vaguely harassed by an excited extraterrestrial.

" No, no sir he's never done that before- I-... No, I didn't- Sir, he tore the whole door off I can't just lock- " Their eyes widen as more hues of purple keep being flashed your way, like something horrendous is about to happen. " Get- Please get here quickly, I'm begging you! "

By the time they hurriedly mash the end call button and try to stuff their phone into a tight uniform, the alien already gently pried most of your shirt off, cooing some kind of melody that fails to lull you into calmness, which is understandable when a variety of reproductive organs are hovering far too close to your bare skin. Some of them are so... Strange. There's no stopping the thoughts of how they might be used.

Footsteps sound, and as soon as the worker tries to get within grabbing range of you, an already ballsy move in your eyes, the subject makes another powerful sound, the depressions in his chest vibrating while you groan in pain.

The filament in the alien's head swells significantly, blasting a color that your brain simply fails to comprehend, seeing it as a flash of pure black that momentarily blinds you before you have the wisdom to look away, trembling in his grasp.

The employee makes some kind of pained noise, you can hear the squeaking of their shoes as they run out the room and...

Leave you to your own devices.

Lord help you.

[neo-502-kiana]

ARCHITECTURE STUDY : CYBERPUNK 2077

Cyberpunk architecture is a sub-genre of architecture the draws inspiration from the futuristic, dystopian settings found in cyberpunk literature and movies. It is often identified by a blend of futuristic, high tech design and gritty industrial features. The architecture draws heavily from the architecture of the 20th century—primarily the Brutalist movement. The Brutalist movement is a style that developed in the 1950s in the United Kingdom post World War II. There is a distinct emphasis on materials, textures, and construction.  Cyberpunk architecture makes use of the Brutalist movement’s concrete, steel and glass concepts in a natural and unpolished manner. Yet, it manages to add high-tech elements such as holographic projections, neon lights, digital displays, etc.  In the case of Cyberpunk 2077’S Night City a sprawling metropolis with large skyscrapers and mega-buildings create the beautiful skyline, yet the city is an evident mix of old and new—run down buildings manage to co-exist with high-tech structures.  Night City uses a lot of references to L.A, Detroit, Tokyo, and Hong Kong, however they primarily worked on from a clean slate. Urban Design experts were involved in the process to ensure that Night City looks credible—moving as a real city.

Night City wants to make you feel small and meaningless. The higher the building the more dominant it is. What happens behind the building is of little importance. That is why you get slum like areas even in the more central locations. Although there are obviously some things that could have been done about it, it seems that Night City was not built as a Theme Park. The image of the city, or how the inhabitants see it seems of little importance. Night City is a living, breathing metaphor. It is what you get when ambition, violence and overpopulation are the core foundation of the world you are building. Everybody wants a piece of the pie even if there is not enough for everybody. There are four varieties of stylistic identity used in the construction of the game: Entropism, Kitsch, Neo-Militarism, and Neo-Kitsch:

Entropism: Necessity over style. Buildings created in this style are old, grey and decrepit and are will often be found in areas where people cannot afford to modernize with the rest of society. Entropism, is a style based on poverty and a severe lack of resources. In a nutshell, this style visually tells the story of the very poor social layer of our world.

Kitsch: Style over Substance. Counter-Cultural movement against the austerity of the old days; an expression of happiness an d recovered. Bold colors, bright plastic and accessibility. Kitsch describes a slightly richer social layer of our world. Members of this social class would use some cyberware just to look amazing and grab attention. Architecture here would also be very attractive, with a lot of vibrant colors, a lot of shiny materials like plastic or good fabrics.

Neo-Militarism: Substance over style. Separated from the austerity of Entropism by its sleek and domineering aesthetic. It’s power dressing and has an air of luxury. A deadly layers of elegance and corporate, militaristic fashion. Associated with mega-corporations. Neomilitarism is very minimalistic, very rich, and very sleek. 

Neo-Kitsch: Style and substance. Holds similarity to Kitsch however it lacks semblance to the movement its predecessor aligned with. This is the youngest style in Night City but also a style only for the richest of the rich. People so rich you cannot even begin to imagine what you would do with all the money that they have. It uses only the most expensive materials in our universe like wood, gold, real animal leather and very unique but slick architecture design.

ARCHITECTS BENJAMIN BALL AND ALEX READINGER'S REVIEW OF NIGHT CITY IN CYBERPUNK 2077

Do you think it is realistic, what it would be like in 2070?:

Benjamin Ball: “I think cities are going to become more and more dense. We are going to be more packed in close to infrastructure. Old zoning rules will not apply. We will have to build closer and higher—we will have to build closer to freeways. People will have less personal space. There will be more, and more, runaway capitalism…Yeah maybe this [Night City] is a good take on what 2077 would look like...Hyper dense, very vertical places. “A lot of signage take on a lot of visage on the buildings.”

How sustainable do you think the city will be?

Alex Readinger: “It doesn’t look sustainable at all. There are wall-mounted exterior air conditioner units. This particular cyberpunk version has this ‘Bladerunner’ neon, whereas my version of the future would be powered by algae.”

Benjamin Ball: “Hard to say. Out environments would be synthetic—will be manufactured….Climate will have changed. It will be like living in a machine. Is that sustainable? I don’t know…We would be a lot more solar, a lot more nuclear, and a lot more hydrogen. Who knows?

Cyberpunk 2077 captures a lens of the world that encapsulates the future not just architecturally, but also sonically, politically, and in every single way. 

Alex Readinger: “What is frightening is that it feels like a world without relief. Endless sex shops, neon—no end to the noir experience.”

Benjamin Ball: “Endless trail. Endless maze. There is no break from the commercialism of it. Nothing comes out as sacred. There is no nature—it is all about consumption and desire. It’s relentless and it’s where we are headed.”

When you get to the columbarium—even death has be industrialized. “Step up as a uniform and non-personal gridded space with a digital readout. Even spaces that could be sacred was specifically designed not to be.” (Alex Readinger)

PROJECT: HOW/WHY IS IT APPLICABLE?

I plan to recreate chosen locations in Louisville while staying true to architectural design choices that have been used to create Cyberpunk 2077’s Night City. Since cities do not have to be recreated to have a Cyberpunk feel. All a city needs to go through is layers and layers of add-ons while keeping everything in the past. So I will do that exact thing with Louisville. Staying true to our local history while adding a bit of the fictional narratives associated with the Cyberpunk 2077 universe. For example, the downtown builds may depict Humana or the PNC Bank as a “mega-corporation” that domineers over all. Additionally, I will apply the concepts of brutalism into my builds as well. 

SOURCES

https://youtu.be/HnlaJFf7mC8?si=2PuUSZLs6lAAJUhl

https://www.domusweb.it/en/architecture/gallery/2020/12/21/night-city-how-the-cyberpunk-2077s-megalopolis-was-built.html

https://iuliu-cosmin-oniscu.medium.com/a-brief-look-at-cyberpunk-2077-city-design-night-city-66b54f686b66

https://www.architecturaldigest.com/story/inside-the-design-of-cyberpunk-2077s-urban-dystopia

https://www.architecturaldigest.com/story/brutalist-architecture-101

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Neokitsch

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Neomilitarism

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Kitsch

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Entropism

[bunniefleur]

Between Worlds: The Princess of Twisted Realms

Prologue 3 | Prologue 5

Prologue 4

Morning: Ignihyde Dorm—Night Raven College

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the high-tech blinds in Vivian’s room, casting a soft, golden glow on the sleek, modern furnishings. She stirred in her bed, her mind already alert and racing with thoughts of the day ahead. Today marked her first official day as a student at Night Raven College. It would undoubtedly be filled with challenges, scrutiny, and the unveiling of her true identity.

With a quiet sigh, Vivian sat up and glanced at the small clock on her bedside table—5:45 a.m. She had woken earlier than necessary, the nervous anticipation of the day gnawing at her. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, a subtle yet persistent unease. Today, her carefully constructed anonymity would crumble, and she would be thrust into the spotlight whether she wanted it or not.

Teddy, ever vigilant, materialized beside her, his wings fluttering softly. "Good morning, Vivian," he greeted, his voice a comforting presence in the stillness of the room. "Ready to face the world?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," she replied, her tone laced with a mix of determination and trepidation. She had prepared for this moment, but that didn't make it any easier. The weight of her responsibilities felt particularly heavy today, and the uncertainty of how her presence would be received only heightened her anxiety.

Determined to avoid any unnecessary interactions, Vivian decided to conjure breakfast in the privacy of her room. With a flick of her wrist, a delicate spread of food appeared on the small table near the window—fresh fruit, warm pastries, and a pot of steaming tea. The aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the room, helping to soothe her nerves, if only slightly. To her right, a plate of blueberry scones, infused with enchanted fruits, and a glass of enchanted milk were set beside Teddy.

As he devoured his meal happily, Vivian ate in silence, her gaze drifted toward the large window that overlooked the dormitory grounds. From her vantage point, she could just make out the shimmering surface of the mirror that connected Ignihyde to the rest of the school. The mirror’s reflective surface seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy, hinting at the magical barrier that separated her dorm from the rest of the campus. Though she couldn’t see the school grounds beyond—something she found oddly comforting—her thoughts drifted to the storm that was sure to follow once she stepped through.

At least for now, she had a moment of peace. The calm before the inevitable chaos.

After finishing her meal, Vivian pushed the table aside and headed to the bathroom. The routine tasks of brushing her teeth and fixing her hair helped to ground her, giving her something tangible to focus on amidst the whirlpool of thoughts in her mind. Teddy, ever diligent, floated beside her, mimicking her actions as he adjusted his collar, the Alcantara emblem gleaming in the morning light.

“Looking sharp, as always,” she remarked with a faint smile as she caught his reflection in the mirror. His presence was a comfort, a reminder that she wasn’t entirely alone in this strange new world.

“You’re one to talk,” Teddy replied, his tone light as he admired his own reflection. “Ready for your debut?”

Vivian’s smile faded as she took a final look at herself in the mirror, her perfectly tailored uniform fitting her like a glove. The white shirt and blue knit vest bore her family’s emblem, a symbol of her royal lineage that was impossible to ignore. The blazer, necktie, and dorm armband completed the ensemble, giving her the appearance of a student like any other—except, of course, for the mini skirt and her blue Mary Jane shoes, which added a subtle touch of feminine elegance to the otherwise standard uniform. And her hidden behind her uniform was the item that added weight to her title—Hercules’s Scepter, in the form of a necklace.

She tugged at the hem of her blazer, straightening it out as she tried to push aside the anxiety threatening to overwhelm her. “It’s for the plan.” she told herself, though the words felt hollow. This was far from just another day. It was the beginning of something much larger, something that could shape the course of her time in Twisted Wonderland.

Teddy sensed her unease and floated closer, offering a reassuring smile. “You’ll do great, Vivian. Just remember why you’re here.”

“Right,” she whispered, taking one last deep breath before turning away from the mirror. She couldn’t afford to falter now, not when so much was at stake.

Vivian stepped out of her room, with Teddy by her side, and into the long, dimly lit corridors of Ignihyde. The halls were eerily silent, the only sounds being the faint hum of machinery and the soft echoes of her footsteps. The futuristic design of the dorm, with its glowing blue lights and advanced technology, only added to the sense of otherworldliness that had come to define her new life.

Vivian kept her gaze forward, her expression calm and composed, as she made her way toward the mirror that would lead them to Main Street. The new students were abuzz with excitement, their voices echoing through the corridors as they hurried to their respective classes. Fortunately, in the midst of their excitement, her presence went largely unnoticed. Only a few upperclassmen took note of her, their curious glances following her as she passed by. But she ignored them, focusing instead on the task at hand.

This was it—the moment she had been preparing for. The first step into a new chapter of her life, where every action would be scrutinized, every word carefully weighed. She couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.

With her resolve strengthened, Vivian and Teddy reached the mirror that would take them to the school’s Main Street. She hesitated for a brief moment, her reflection staring back at her with an intensity that belied the calm she was trying to project. She took a moment to steady herself, her heart quickening as she prepared to step through.

“It’s now or never,” Teddy said softly, sensing her hesitation.

Vivian nodded, steeling herself. “Let’s do this.”

And with that, she stepped through the mirror, ready to face whatever awaited her on the other side.

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Morning: Main Street—Night Raven College

Vivian and Teddy made their way down Main Street, where first-year students bustled with excitement on their first day at Night Raven College. Vivian’s uniform was a vision of elegance: a neatly fitted blazer and coordinating necktie complemented her ensemble, while the skirt, in standard Night Raven colors, flowed gracefully. White socks and stylish Mary Janes completed her look, presenting a picture of polished refinement.

Her sapphire-blue eyes, a hallmark of the Alcantara main bloodline, sparkled with calm poise as she navigated through the crowd. Teddy fluttered beside her, his presence adding to the subtle grandeur that seemed to naturally surround her. Despite her efforts to blend in, occasional curious glances and hushed whispers followed them. Vivian kept her focus forward, determined to avoid unnecessary interactions.

As they approached the building housing Classroom 1-B, Vivian’s awareness heightened. She felt the lingering eyes of a few upperclassmen, their expressions a mixture of surprise and intrigue. Their curiosity was palpable, and though Vivian tried to ignore them, she could sense their gaze tracking her movements as she entered the hallway leading to her classroom.

Stopping just outside the classroom door, Vivian took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. Teddy hovered closer, sensing her unease. He landed gently on her shoulder and nudged her reassuringly.

Vivian, Teddy said softly in her mind, I know this is a lot to take in, but remember, this is just the beginning. You’ve faced bigger challenges before, and you’ve always come out on top. Just stay calm and composed. They’re just curious.

Vivian met Teddy’s gaze, taking comfort in his familiar presence. I know, but it’s overwhelming, she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. I didn’t expect the attention to be this intense.

Teddy tilted his head slightly, his expression full of empathy. It’s natural to feel that way. But you’re not alone in this. I’m right here with you, and you have the strength and grace to handle whatever comes your way. Just focus on the task at hand. We’ll get through today, and things will settle down soon enough.

Vivian nodded, feeling a surge of confidence from Teddy’s words. She took another deep breath, her resolve strengthening. You’re right. Let’s get this over with.

With Teddy’s encouragement bolstering her spirits, Vivian pushed open the door to Classroom 1-B and stepped inside. The atmosphere shifted immediately as students’ conversations halted, and all eyes turned toward her. The room fell into a hush, punctuated only by the soft murmur of whispers and the occasional gasp. Acutely aware of the eyes fixed on her, Vivian made her way to the back of the room, choosing a seat furthest from the two of the main characters—Epel and Jack. Teddy perched comfortably on her shoulder.

Her homeroom teacher, Professor Trein, entered soon after, commanding immediate attention. Tall and imposing, with a stern expression that could silence a room, Trein began his introduction with a voice that carried both authority and a hint of exasperation. His gaze briefly paused on Vivian before he launched into the day’s agenda.

“Good morning, class,” Trein’s voice resonated with clear authority. “I am Professor Trein, your homeroom teacher. Today is orientation day—we will be covering the schedule and the essential rules you are expected to follow as students of this institute.”

Vivian, trying to focus on Trein’s words, felt the weight of the students’ stares. She had hoped to avoid drawing attention, but her presence alone stirred curiosity and admiration. The whispers grew louder as Trein’s eyes flicked back to her.

“We have a very special student joining us this year,” Trein continued. “This is Miss Vivian de Alcantara, a member of the Alcantara Royal Family. She is the first female student to be called by the Dark Mirror and will be joining us here at Night Raven College.”

A ripple of surprise swept through the room. The murmurs of awe became a quiet buzz.

“Is that really her?” a student whispered, eyes wide. “I’ve heard so much about her, but seeing her in person… I think I’m gonna faint.”

“She’s the Crown Princess, right?” another student asked, barely able to contain their excitement. “And the creator of Nightingale Innovations! I’ve read about her achievements, but seeing her here is surreal.”

“She’s stunning,” someone else remarked, captivated. “Her beauty is just… unmatched. I’ve never seen anyone like her. It’s like she’s from another world.”

Epel, seated at the front, turned his attention to Vivian with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. He admired her poised demeanor and the air of mystery surrounding her, though he couldn’t shake the shock from the revelation. The Crown Princess… is here!?

Jack, seated a few rows away, observed Vivian with a more measured expression. She certainly draws attention, he noted, his gaze following her movements. It’ll be interesting to see how she fits in with the rest of us.

Trein continued, “Due to her extensive qualifications and achievements, Miss de Alcantara will be exempt from most first-year classes and will primarily participate in second- and third-year courses. She will join this class only for Homeroom and Physical Education. Additionally, she has been granted permission to conduct her research on school grounds. Her research facility is off-limits to other students. Despite the general rule against familiars on campus, her familiar has been granted special permission due to security concerns.”

The students’ reactions remained a mix of awe and disbelief. Many were taken aback, their murmured discussions a backdrop to Vivian’s growing unease. This kind of attention was something she had avoided her whole life—now, facing it head-on, her anxiety grew. Her exterior remained composed, though her heart raced as all attention focused on her. Teddy, sensing her discomfort, nuzzled her shoulder gently. I told you it would be like this, he whispered. Just remember, it’s all part of the plan. We’ll get through this.

Vivian took a deep breath, her anxiety momentarily eased by Teddy’s reassurance. She maintained a composed persona, though internally, she felt a wave of frustration. She knew that handling this attention with grace was crucial to maintaining her cover and achieving her goals.

As Trein wrapped up his announcement and began discussing the day’s schedule, the classroom settled into a quieter hum of conversation. Vivian tried to focus on the details, though the weight of the students’ stares lingered heavily on her. Teddy remained vigilant, his presence a constant source of support.

Despite her efforts to stay focused, the whispers and glances were a constant reminder of her unusual position. Vivian resolved to endure the scrutiny with dignity, hoping that the buzz around her would eventually fade.

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Pre-Orientation: First Year Building—Night Raven College

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the homeroom session, the students began to shuffle out of the classroom, their chatter filling the air with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Vivian, with Teddy fluttering beside her, gathered her belongings with practiced efficiency. The day ahead loomed large in her mind, and she couldn’t shake the sense of unease that clung to her.

The hallway outside was a bustling hub of activity, with first-year students eager to move on to the next event of the day. As Vivian stepped into the corridor, her presence immediately drew attention, even before anyone noticed the royal crest on her vest. Her diamond-blue eyes, sparkling like precious gems, were impossible to ignore—the unmistakable mark of the Alcantara lineage, a family whose power and legacy were known throughout Twisted Wonderland.

Whispers began to ripple through the crowd as students caught sight of her. Vivian’s beauty was ethereal, almost otherworldly—flawless porcelain skin, delicate features, and an air of quiet confidence that seemed to draw everyone’s gaze. It was as if time slowed whenever she passed, and students couldn’t help but stop and stare.

“Is that…? No way, it can’t be her,” one student muttered, his eyes widening as he tried to reconcile the rumors with the reality in front of him.

“She’s even more beautiful than the legends say,” another added, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

Vivian kept her gaze straight ahead, avoiding direct eye contact as she navigated through the crowd with practiced ease. Despite her efforts to remain unnoticed, the aura of grace and power she exuded made her the center of attention wherever she went. The occasional curious glance or hushed whisper followed her every step, but she remained composed, focusing on the path ahead.

As they approached the main hallway leading to the auditorium, where the orientation would be held, Teddy hovered closer to her, his presence a comforting anchor amid the sea of curious onlookers.

You’re handling this well, Teddy murmured reassuringly, sensing the tension beneath Vivian’s calm exterior. Remember, this is for the facade we want them to believe. Just breathe and keep moving forward.

Vivian gave a slight nod, grateful for Teddy’s presence. She had grown used to closing herself off from the world out of fear of altering the story, so this kind of attention was new. The weight of her family’s legacy was a heavy burden, and today it felt particularly daunting.

As they walked, Vivian couldn’t help but notice the lingering looks from a few upperclassmen. Their expressions were a mix of curiosity, surprise, and something else—perhaps recognition of the Alcantara bloodline. She could almost hear the unspoken questions in their minds. Who is this girl with the diamond-blue eyes? What does her presence mean for the school?

Once they reached the auditorium, the air inside was already thick with anticipation. The large room was nearly full, the seats occupied by rows of eager first-year students. Hoping to avoid further attention, they walked toward the back seats. Yet, even in the shadows, her presence was impossible to ignore. A few students glanced over their shoulders, their eyes widening as they caught sight of her.

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First Year Orientation: First Year Auditorium—Night Raven College

The murmurs in the auditorium reached a crescendo as the students waited for the orientation to begin. Vivian stood near the back, her presence commanding attention despite her efforts to remain inconspicuous. Her diamond-blue eyes shimmered under the soft lighting of the hall, their brilliance catching the gaze of even the most distracted students. Her ethereal beauty, amplified by her poised demeanor, made it impossible for others not to stare.

As she settled in with Teddy, they chose a spot near a cluster of Ignihyde students, hoping to blend in with the quieter crowd. Yet, whispers began to ripple through the auditorium, with students from 1-B eagerly spreading news of her identity. The more they whispered, the more heads turned, eyes widening in realization and awe.

Amidst the sea of curious faces, three particular students couldn't help but take notice.

Ace Trappola, who had been slouching in his seat with an air of casual indifference, suddenly straightened up. His eyes widened as he caught sight of Vivian. Wait, is that really her? The Crown Princess? Man, I’ve heard rumors, but seeing her in person... She's way out of anyone’s league. And those eyes... There’s no mistaking who she is. Guess I’d better not mess with her. She’s probably got some crazy magic too, Ace thought, his usual carefree attitude momentarily replaced by caution.

Deuce Spade felt his heart race as he spotted Vivian across the room. Determined to focus on his studies and self-improvement, he found himself momentarily off balance. Is she really the crown princess? I didn’t think someone like her would be here... She’s not just royalty; she’s legendary. And those eyes... They say the Alcantara family is descended from Zeus. Does that mean she has powers like that? No wonder everyone’s so fixated on her. I need to stay focused, but... wow, Deuce thought, his determination to stay on track clashing with his curiosity about Vivian.

Sebek Zigvolt couldn't hide his shock when he noticed the stir around Vivian. As someone who prided himself on loyalty and discipline, he rarely paid attention to idle gossip, but the realization of her identity struck him. So, this is the Crown Princess? Her aura is unmistakable—noble and powerful. It’s not just her status; she truly carries herself like someone of great importance. The way everyone’s reacting shows she’s not just any student. But I must remain focused on serving Lord Malleus... Still, seeing her in person is something else, Sebek mused, his admiration for his own master momentarily intersecting with an appreciation for Vivian’s presence.

The murmuring and glances peaked just as Divus Crewel stepped onto the stage. His presence immediately commanded attention, silencing the crowd with a single sweeping gaze. Dressed impeccably, with his stark black-and-white attire reminiscent of a certain iconic fashion figure from Vivian’s past life, Crewel exuded authority.

"Good morning, pups," he began, his voice carrying effortlessly through the hall. "Welcome to Night Raven College. I am Professor Divus Crewel, your instructor for various magical disciplines, and I expect nothing less than excellence from each of you." His eyes scanned the crowd, sharp and discerning, until they landed on Vivian.

"However," Crewel continued, his tone shifting subtly as he addressed the elephant in the room, "I would like to introduce a special student among us today. Some of you may already know, but allow me to officially present her." The room fell into a hushed silence, all eyes now focused on Vivian.

"This is Vivian de Alcantara, the first female student chosen by the Dark Mirror to attend Night Raven College. Her status as a first-year is merely a formality, as her studies will be conducted primarily with the second and third-year students, given her extensive qualifications." Crewel’s gaze was unwavering as he spoke, the weight of his words pressing down on the room. "Furthermore, due to her unique circumstances, she has been permitted to have her familiar, Theodore, accompany her at all times. Her research is of utmost importance, and the area where she conducts it is strictly off-limits to all other students."

The whispers began anew, this time more intense, as the students processed the information. For many, it was their first time seeing the crown princess in person, and the reality of her presence was almost overwhelming. Vivian, feeling the intensity of the stares, kept her expression composed, though the attention was far from welcome. Teddy, sensing her discomfort, perched on her shoulder, offering silent support as she weathered the storm of curiosity and awe surrounding her.

As the orientation proceeded, Vivian did her best to focus on Crewel’s words, though the knowledge that she had become the center of attention weighed heavily on her. She could feel the eyes of her peers on her, a mix of admiration, curiosity, and perhaps even envy. Despite the unease, she remained resolute, determined to navigate this new chapter with grace and strength.

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Lunch: Private Lab—Night Raven College

After the orientation concluded, the bustling atmosphere of the auditorium faded as Vivian and Teddy teleported to their private lab—a haven of advanced technology and magical innovation nestled in a secluded part of the school grounds. The lab was off-limits to all other students and faculty, a privilege granted to Vivian due to her status and the critical nature of her research.

The room was spacious, filled with advanced technology and magical instruments that reflected both Vivian's intellect and her unique abilities. Holographic screens floated above sleek workstations, displaying various projects in progress. Shelves lined the walls, holding rare ingredients, arcane tomes, and tools designed for research that pushed the boundaries of both science and magic. The soft hum of magical energy filled the air, creating a soothing ambiance that instantly put Vivian at ease.

Crystalline lighting fixtures bathed the room in a calming blue hue, providing a sense of tranquility that helped ease the tension Vivian had felt throughout the day. She took a deep breath, feeling the familiar hum of the lab’s energy seep into her, grounding her in the present. This was her sanctuary—a place where she could be herself without the expectations and scrutiny that came with her title.

Teddy hovered beside her, his mechanical wings fluttering softly as he observed her with concern. “You handled that well, Vivian,” he said, his voice carrying a note of reassurance. “But I could tell it wasn’t easy.”

Vivian walked over to the table, gently settling down, before leaning against the edge. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the familiar surroundings to calm her nerves. “It’s the first time I’ve truly felt the weight of my family name,” she admitted, her voice steady but tinged with the weight of the morning’s events. “I didn’t expect it to be this intense.”

"Their reactions were natural,” Teddy floated closer, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of empathy and determination. “You’re the Crown Princess of Twisted Wonderland and a genius inventor—of course, people are going to be curious. They’ve heard stories about you for years. Seeing you in person must have been like witnessing a legend come to life."

Vivian didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she moved to a large window overlooking the private garden within the facility, filled with rare herbs and enchanted plants. The view was peaceful, a stark contrast to the bustling hallways and classrooms she had just left behind. "I just wish I could go on without being noticed. I came here to find clues and support my brother’s claim to the throne, not to be the center of attention."

The lab hummed softly around them, the sound of various machines and magical devices creating a soothing background noise. Vivian’s gaze drifted to a nearby monitor displaying the results of her latest findings—an ancient document she had discovered in the sacred halls of her family archives. This document was the key to a specific magical formula she had been searching for—Aetheric Magic. This lost magic could be crucial, and she needed to find where the Great Seven had hidden it. Reminded of her purpose, she sighed with a knowing smile. *I can do this.*

She walked over to the monitor, tapping a few keys to bring up the data. “The first orientation is done,” she said, her voice more resolved. “Now, I need to prepare for the second and third-year orientations. The upperclassmen will likely be even more curious, especially since they’ll know more about the Alcantara family and what I represent.”

Teddy nodded, his small figure hovering at her side like a steadfast companion. “True. The second-years will have heard about you, but the third-years might even know more about your family’s history. They’ll be watching you closely, especially with your unique status as a student who’s more than just a first-year.”

Vivian’s fingers danced across the keyboard, pulling up additional data on her upcoming schedule. “I need to make sure I don’t draw unnecessary attention. The best way to do that is to give them the image they expect. If I can keep to myself and focus on my research, I should be able to navigate this without too much trouble—but we also need to keep a close eye on Yuu.”

She paused, her thoughts momentarily drifting to the students she had already encountered. Their reactions had been a mix of awe, curiosity, and admiration, but there had also been a hint of something else—something she couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t fear, exactly, but it was clear her presence had unsettled some of them.

Vivian had seen this before—the way people’s expressions changed when they realized her power and what she represented. It was a subtle shift, but one she had learned to recognize. “I’ll have to be careful,” she murmured, more to herself than to Teddy. “The last thing I need is for anyone to see me as a threat.”

Teddy gave a small hum of agreement. “You’re already ahead of the game, Viv. Just keep your goals in sight and remember why you’re here. You’re not just a student; you’re the Crown Princess, the genius behind Nightingale Innovations, and the holder of Hercules’s Scepter. You’ve got a lot riding on your shoulders, but you’ve never let that stop you before.”

Vivian’s expression softened as she looked at Teddy, grateful for his unwavering support. “Thank you, Teddy. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Teddy puffed out his chest slightly, his wings fluttering with a hint of pride. “I’m just doing my job. Now, let’s get you ready for the next orientation. We’ve got this.”

With renewed determination, Vivian turned her attention back to the monitors, reviewing the information she needed for her upcoming classes. The advanced technology of the lab responded to her touch, displaying schedules and even a detailed map of the school grounds. Everything was meticulously organized, just as she liked it.

As they worked together, the tension from the morning began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of purpose. Vivian glanced at a small, custom-made device on her desk—a tool she had personally designed to detect anomalies in magical energy. She had programmed it to alert her to any unusual occurrences in the school, another layer of security in her quest for answers. There’s so much at stake, she thought. But I won’t let anything stand in my way.

The lab’s soft blue light bathed them in its glow as they continued their preparations, ready to face whatever challenges the day would bring. And as Vivian reviewed her plans for the upcoming orientations, she knew that no matter what happened, she would face it with the same grace and strength that had brought her this far.

[neyswxrld]

meeting the family

echo x reader (gn, first person)

summary: After half a year, Echo's partner finally meets his brothers, but some people just can't mind their own business.

warnings: insults, (maybe alcohol? can be read with and without) halloween & costumes, someone makes a comment about eating habits, kissing (i think that's all, please let me know if i missed something!)

words: ~2500

a/n: this is my first own post on this blog and uhmmm yeah. i'm slowly trying myself on the boys soo uhm. yeah.

here is a little spin-off, about how the boys (especially wrecker) got their costumes!

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! (commas are a pain in the ass.)

"Are you ready?" Echo asked and smiled at me from the side.

"I... I don't know," I admitted, and started to chew on my lip until I felt a sweet pain and recognized the taste of blood. Disgusted, I crinkled my nose.

We were standing in front of 79s. After about half a year, I finally got to meet Echo's family: his brothers. And which establishment could have been better than the place where we met, with the small extra that it was Halloween and we were wearing costumes.

And that's how we were standing here, fulfilling a cliché with being devil and angel. Echo was wearing a white rope, a self-made Halo and small wings with feathers - and he looked gorgeous!

I was dressed in sweet, red robes, had little devil's horns on my head and leathery wings on my back.

Even though Echo wasn't that confident in his clothes at first, he had to admit that we were looking kriffing good together today.

But still - it changed nothing about the fact that I was nervous. More than nervous. My hands were warm and sweaty. I was almost embarrassed that Echo held one of them in his own hand and had to feel that. My heart was beating unpleasantly fast, and my fingertips and my chest were tingly.

I was afraid they wouldn't like me or judge me at first sight.

Were my robes too short? Would they think I'm cheap? Did I appear respectable and serious, or would they think I'm just for short-term? What if they thought I wasn't good enough for Echo? What if they really wouldn't like me? What if I wouldn't like them? Both options would be absolutely devastating. They were the most important people in Echo's life. Of course I wanted to like them!

My boyfriend seemed to notice my insecurity.

"You will do great. They're excited to finally meet you," he assured me and squeezed my hand a little bit. In contrast to mine, his hand was cool and dry. He was able to ground me a little bit again. As long as I wouldn't come across like a spoiled brat, everything would be fine. They wouldn't have a reason to not like me.

I took a deep breath, nodded and breathed a small "Okay."

With determined steps, we walked through the entrance of the famous clone bar and headed for a booth in the back of the bar.

Even from far away, I recognized the boys Echo already showed me on pictures. Of course they were wearing costumes at the moment, too.

Hunter's shaggy hair was standing out among the other clones. In addition to that, he wore wolf ears with fake fur, a red and blue checked shirt that was ripped on a few spots and a black leather jacket that looked really good on him. His black painted nails looked like claws.

Next to him sat Crosshair. He wore an elegant, black cape with red accents and a high collar. On his chest was a silver brooch that looked perfectly old-fashioned. While he was talking with Hunter, every now and then small, sharp fangs were poking out of his mouth.

I also recognized Tech relatively fast due to his goggles. He was wearing a big, pointed hat that almost swallowed his head and dark robes with silver embellishments. In front of him was a thick book, and while he was talking with Wrecker, he lively gestured with a small magic wand to defend his point: "Wrecker, I am not a witch. I am a wizard!" I vaguely heard him say, and a small smile appeared on my lips when Wrecker started to laugh out loud. "Ahw, that's the same!"

Wrecker himself was wearing a purple and yellow Onesie without a hood. It was purple on the most part of it. His tummy was a light yellow, and I could see a short tail that had some stripes in the same shade of yellow as his tummy. On his head, he was wearing a purple beanie with cute, little tooka ears attached to it that had the same pattern as his tail. It looked handmade and was absolutely adorable. Suddenly, I remembered Echo telling me about Crosshair and Tech staying up all night to craft this thing for Wrecker.

"No, there is a fundamental difference between a witch and a wizard!" Tech kept going. While Echo and I moved closer to the table, his words got clearer for my ears.

"Stop bickering, you two. Wrecker, Tech is a wizard. Tech, stop gesticulating with your stick, I'd rather keep Wrecker's other eye," Hunter intervened. Both were quiet for a few seconds until Tech started talking again.

"Hunter, this isn't just a stick-" he started, but this time, he was interrupted by Echo and me.

By now, we had reached the group, and my boyfriend cleared his throat to get their attention.

Immediately, all of them stopped talking and turned their heads towards us expectantly. I felt four pairs of eyes landing on me, scrutinizing me curiously. This time, I squeezed Echo's hand a bit tighter. He answered me with squeezing back.

"Boys, this is my partner," Echo started and introduced us to each other. I smiled and nodded at them as a greeting.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," I said shyly and was glad that Echo pulled me down with him into the cozy locking booth.

I sat down next to Wrecker and Echo slid in close to me. There were a few moments in which nobody said anything. If it hadn't been for the loud music or the chatter of other clones and their dates, we probably would've been able to hear a pin drop. Luckily, Wrecker broke the silence and saved the whole situation.

"Woah, you're as pretty as the pictures!" he observed, and I felt heat rise in my cheeks.

"You showed them pictures?" I asked Echo, a little bit embarrassed. "Of course, I also showed you pictures of them," he nodded smiling. That made the whole thing a little bit better.

"Yeah, that's right... Thanks, Wrecker. You're much bigger than what you look like in the photos," I answered grinning, and Wrecker proudly puffed out his chest. "All muscles," he told me. Echo and Hunter sighed in a short manner.

"Wrecker, stop flirting with Echo's girlfriend," Hunter ordered and pulled a quiet chuckle out of me with that.

With this small exchange, the ice was broken, and all of us started one interesting and exciting conversation after the next. Crosshair took the part of the observer more often than really talk, but this was okay. Due to Echos stories, I already knew that he wasn't a big talker, especially with new people around.

While the evening went on, we drank some drinks here and there, Echo and I shared a small portion of fritzle fries and after that I still was a bit hungry, so I bought a bowl of snacks for the whole table. Especially Wrecker was happy about that and ate most of it.

To this point, the evening was a whole success. I liked Echo's brothers, and I felt like they at least thought that I was okay. We talked about this and that with so much ease, like we knew each other for many years.

Tech told me about the special wood his magic wand was made of and where to find it, and in addition to that he started to tell me everything he knew about that planet, which I found very interesting.

When a good song came on, Echo and I went to the dance floor to awkwardly shake our bodies and have fun. I was so happy that he didn't mind others looking at us or thinking about what they might think. Since a long time, he was able to let loose again. I was very sure it was his excitement about our small meeting with his brothers going that well.

After some time Wrecker joined us, a little bit shy at first, because he was scared of third wheeling, but found dancing looked too nice to not try it, and like that we enjoyed the music as a group of three.

After a few songs, we went back to the others and picked up our conversations again. Even Crosshair started to talk a little bit more after some time.

Only Hunter was a little bit distant. Although he talked and joked with us, he still was a little bit reluctant and observed me warily.

With the drinking came the urge to visit a bathroom, and I excused myself from the table.

Then it happened.

I was in one of the cubicles and straightened my clothes sluggishly, as I heard the voices of two other people.

"Did you see that table full of Freaks? The goggled one was just a smartass about shit no one wants to know about. What a waste of breath. And what he's talking too much, the other is talking too less. I thought he's mute at first, but I've seen him talking sometimes." - "Don't forget about that giant baby. How can he be so well-built but so stupid? He wouldn't be good for anything if he wasn't a clone." - "And that little, filthy devil. How could someone eat that much in one evening? A little less wouldn't do any bad." - "Yeah. I bet that little devil fucks with all of them. Have you seen that costume? It's literally calling 'take me'." This was accompanied by spiteful laughter.

Confused, I shook my head - they could only be talking about us.

Just as I wanted to step out of the cubicle and ask them what the kriff they were talking about, they started making derisive remarks again.

"Did you see that wannabe angel?" - "You mean the cyborg? Yes. He should've come as a droid." - "Droid? Would that even be a costume, then?" - "Disgusting. I've never seen something that ugly. Just the idea to come here as an angel... I thought clones like that are getting decommissioned." They were laughing again.

This time, it was too much. They went too far. It wasn't okay to talk about anyone like that. None of the boys deserved that, but when it came to Echo, I saw red.

I took an angry breath through my nose and shoved the cubicle's door open. It hit the wall forcefully.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked outraged, while the two of them let out a short yelp. They were costumed as nurse and loth-cat. Both of them looked at me confused at first, but then their glance changed to something bitchy.

"Oh, the little devil is here to save the little angel," the nurse giggled, put her finger in her mouth and acted like she would gag on it.

"Oh, and how I am here to protect him. The boys and especially Echo are the most lovable people I've ever met. He's sincere and honest and admirable and so much better than you. What the hell are you thinking to talk about people like that?" I breathed angrily and started to wash my hands aggressively while I stared at them through the mirror.

"What? We just talked about preferences. Droid just isn't on our list. Unlike yours, hm? Does he give you a good time with his scomp?" Again, this annoying, arrogant voice.

"No, this has to do nothing with preferences. Otherwise, you could just say he's unattractive. What you are doing is not okay. You're mean because of what he looks like and you dehumanize him. But Echo feels just as much as every other human. If you ask me, you're the ones who are cold, heartless droids. And if you're complaining so much about Tech's stories, then I'm asking myself how you can listen to each other. All I hear from you is 'mimimi'. I'm interested in what he says. And Wrecker? He would achieve more in his life than you ever will. Maybe you should take advice from Crosshair and just shut up," I scowled and threw my paper towels in the trash bin next to them with the last few words.

While the nurse still had an arrogant expression in her face, the cat looked a bit guilty at least. I wasn’t sure how long he would feel like that before they were harassing others again.

"Oh, and Echo gives me the best times. Better than any of your flings ever could," I growled a last time, shutting the door behind me. Stupid people.

While I stomped back over to the boy's table again, I tried to calm down my breathing, blinking some tears away that started to water my eyes, but it didn't work that well.

Echo immediately noticed and glanced at me, worried. "You okay? What took you so long?" He asked quietly.

Droid. Don't make me laugh - a droid never could be as sensitive and kind as Echo.

"Yes. Sorry, there was a long line," I murmured and sat close to him. Our knees and sides were touching. He put his scomp arm around me carefully, letting me melt in his side comfortably.

"Okay," he breathed, even though he wasn't that convinced. He knew I would talk to him when it was something important or something that was worrying me. But I didn't want his mood to be dampened. So I didn't say anything.

We looked in each other's eyes for some time, and while I was observing him, I noticed how beautiful he was again.

"You're so pretty," I mumbled, and Echo's smile grew a little bit wider while his cheeks turned pink. "Thank you. You're very pretty, too," he returned the compliment. Now, I was the one with the heated face. We captured each other's eyes again. Suddenly, there was a tension between us.

With a small, fast motion, I moved forward and gave him a small peck on the lips. Echo returned the quick kiss, smiling as we departed from each other again.

Shortly after, we took part in the heated conversation of the others again. Echo's arm was still around me, and I enjoyed the comforting warmth that grew between us.

Just before I really could dive into the conversation again, I felt something carefully poking my shin.

Curiously, I looked up and met Hunter's gaze, which held warmth and thankfulness. He nodded at me with acknowledge.

He moved his mouth, and even though I couldn't hear what he was saying, I was able to read his lips: "Thank you."

At first, I was a bit confused, but then I remembered Hunter's advanced senses. He had to have heard us talking in the bathroom.

The corner of my mouth twitched upwards. I nodded back at him.

Even though I met Echo's brothers just now, I already had a soft spot for them - and that was okay.

At that moment, I promised myself to defend them and especially Echo from everything I could.

Always.

[liyawritesss]

Do you think you could do a riri x reader at prom or some type of fancy event

ᴛʜᴇᴍ & ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ

Characters: MCU!Riri Williams, MCU!Shuri Udaku, MCU!T’Challa Udaku x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: How would these Black Panther Characters be when it comes to dressing up for an important event?

Warnings: mild cursing but other than that, general fluff and Riri not being a dress girl at all 

A/N: Since everyone’s going feral for Letitia’s appearance at the Met, I figured I’d use this ask to write how certain characters would be when it comes to dressing up fancy. Hope that’s okay! Also I linked pinterest boards to inspire pics for each characters outfits, just click their name and you'll be redirected to the boards!

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Riri Williams

Riri hates dresses. There are no if’s, and’s or but’s about it. She doesn’t like how they fit, she doesn’t like how they flow, how constricting they are to her movements, she hates hates hates dresses with a burning passion.

That being said, when they’re on you, she finds them more than pleasant. The way the fabric hugs your body, how it flows down your legs, and the colors that look so gorgeous against your skin. And if it’s something off the shoulder? A deep V-cut? Backless? Oh it’s demon time.

Expect her to not keep her hands off you when you’re both together. Even if it’s just holding your hand, Riri feels she’s gotta be close to you when you’re looking this good, because let someone try and swoop in to talk to you…she’ll treat they ass with no remorse lmaoo

As stated previously, Riri doesn’t like dresses in the slightest, so she will be more than willing to throw on a simple pantsuit or a fancy jumpsuit for a lowkey event. She doesn’t really like big events anyway, but being one of the fresh faces for tech and innovation, she gets invited to a lot of shit, and is nagged by not only her mother but Shuri of all people that to keep appearances up, it’s best that she go to at least one of them.

Riri asked Shuri why is it so important for her to do so, because….why? And Shuri’s response: people need to know who they’re rooting for, as well as who their enemy is. Which, Riri could kind of understand, she thought. So she begrudgingly took Shuri’s word for it; she was a princess after all, so she knew good and well about going to events she didn’t want to go to for publicity reasons.

So Riri ends up gathering a small but fashionable catalog of suits. Basic greys, blacks and navy blues cuz ain’t nobody got time to be doin’ too much when you don’t wanna be there in the first place. But she also has this forest green suit with a cream turtleneck she only brings out for high profile events in the winter because she knows you go batshit over it, bc forest green looks so fucking good against her skintone.

Shuri Udaku

Shuri is kind of indifferent to it. She grew up not really having to go to a lot of events because she used her lab as an excuse. She’s never liked the camera and never saw a reason for her to go to these upscale events, even if it was something where the entire family needed to be present.

When the inevitable happens as she has to become more of a public figure to represent her country, she has a team of people who advise her on what to where. Though they’re not just any people - majority of them are people from her childhood whom she grew up with, alongside a seamstress who previously worked on all her family member’s elegant attires for high scale events.

I feel like at first she tries to replicate the simplicity of her father and brother’s outfits paired with the elegant and extravagant-ness of her mothers, but over time she starts to figure out her style and what she prefers to be seen in. Silvers and golds are prominent in nearly every outfit. She prefers pantsuits but dresses are still fair game, especially if it’s an at-home events where the fabric used for it is breathable and light, compared to having to wear thicker layers outside of the country.

Shuri likes to match outfits with you, showing that the two of you are a combined package. It can be something as simple as matching jewelry sets, or your dress matching her tie, or going all out with matching color schemes and designs within the clothing pieces. It shows people the dedication she has to you in showing the world that you two are the better halves of each other.

She likes it when you wear backless dresses or two pieces because of how elegant they look on you. There’s an air of amorousness and delicacy that has her looking at you with the most lovestruck eyes anyone has ever seen. And best believe at any event her eyes are only ever on you and your immaculate beauty.

T'Challa Udaku

Now T actually likes dressing up, which I think a lot of people are perplexed by, because one would think that when it came to political events, the style of your attire would be the last thing on your mind.

But I think he especially likes to play around with different fabric garments that can be easily added and detached to a simple suit, or having subtle designs embedded into his suit jackets that, when looked at closely, would wow the viewer with the pattern and layering and attention to detail that was taken when creating it.

I like to think he also plays around with jewelry a lot too. He’s a fan of silver link chains and has a couple that are solely designated for important events to pair with certain suits. He also has a wide range of oddly and very specific watches that he wears to certain events depending on what it is and the theme. He keeps good maintenance of them, cuz lowkey he’s keeping track of time and doesn’t wanna be somewhere longer than what he has to be

Like his sister, T’Challa loves matching with you. I think he’d prefer it to be through colors and jewelry precisely, because we all know this man will drop several bags on you real quick to ice you out. Therefore, your jewelry selection is just as expansive as his is, and everytime he gets a new bracelet or necklace or ring, you find a bag of two more of whatever piece of jewelry he’s acquired on your dresser too.

He has a very specific style of dress he absolutely goes feral for you in…backless with long sleeves, cinched from the waist to the hips and then flows out at the knees. Please wear royal purple or sage green, he won’t be able to keep his hands off you.

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[thrawns-babygirl]

Here’s a Crosshair request for you if you’d like!

I’m a sucker for the undercover-at-a-gala trope so what if you’re a Jedi shadow (like Quinlan Vos) who works with the Bad Batch once and awhile, and you’re in an established relationship with Crosshair. There’s a separatist gala you need to infiltrate and Crosshair goes as your date. While you two are sneaking around the venue, you have to hide in the nearest room that turns out to be a bedroom and Crosshair has ideas 😏 thank you! Love your writing!!

ANON!!! I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!! I have literally no idea why i struggled with this ask for what? over a month??? I must have deleted a combined like 3k words for this over the time i was trying to write it. But i would not let it beat me, i had to finish this ask for u for waiting so patiently.

also its like, a bingo card of every trope for this trope so i apologies for how uninspired this is lmao

Side note, I am very sick at the moment and on a lot of painkillers, so like, I proof read this but please let me know of any glaring issues or mistakes because I'm not of this world currently.

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Unprotected PiV, Creampie, Clothed Sex Word Count: 1700+

Masterlist

Walking through the elegant halls of a senator’s estate on Scipio you can’t help but gawk at the splendour of it all. The insane amount of money one must have to own a home like this simply baffles you as you walk arm in arm with your date for the night through the ornate halls.

Some leaked intel let the republic know that some unscrupulous things were to go down tonight within these halls, and you don’t doubt the accuracy of that information given the amount of high ranking members of the Banking Clan you have seen engaging in hushed conversations in hidden alcoves of the grandiose estate.

Your partner turns to look down at you and you can’t help but blush under his gaze. Crosshair was always a handsome man, but seeing him clad entirely in a fine, black suit was a whole new level of desirable. A service droid passes you, stopping long enough for the two of you to grab a flute of what appeared to be more bubbles than liquid before continuing on its way through the winding halls of the building.

“You look absolutely ravishing tonight mesh’la” Crosshair whispers, breath fanning over your ear as you take a sip of your no doubt pricey beverage. You couldn’t find it in you to disagree with him, black silks hugged your frame, accentuating your figure in all the best ways, something your jedi robes were absolutely not designed for. While you did feel naked without your lightsaber, you understood the necessity of remaining entirely undetectable. You smile up at him, noting the make-up that has covered his trademark tattoo, his slicked back hair and absolutely dazzling smile.

When the moment called for it, Crosshair could reluctantly play the part of suave, chatty businessperson which honestly surprised you at first. He was absolutely the least talkative member of the squad by a mile, all short replies and clipped words, so when this mission was assigned to the Batch you were shocked that they had all immediately turned their attention to Crosshair.

“He’s the most arrogant, thus will fit in perfectly with the typical crowd at one of these types of functions” Tech had said, earning himself a smack on the back of the head from the Sniper, “among other reasons, Hunter looks too much like a regular clone, I am needed to extrapolate the data that you acquire and Wrecker is… Wrecker” Tech adjusts his goggles before continuing “It would also look out of place for one of us to go alone, and you two already have, um, chemistry, for lack of a better term”

He wasn’t wrong about that; you and Crosshair hadn’t exactly put a label on anything yet, but everyone knew there was something there.

Finally, after a few hours of simply wandering the halls you find your target, a simply unassuming Muun that has been implicated in embezzling funds and using it to pad separatist pockets. He was speaking in hushed whispers with a human male before the man passed him a small, innocuous looking data stick before parting ways with a polite nod.

Your time to shine.

You leave Crosshair’s side, giving his hand a quick squeeze as you go, before sauntering over to the target and ‘accidently’ spilling the contents of your flute, onto his silk robes. Stuttering and apologising you begin patting him down, slipping your hand into his pocket and retrieving the data stick as he shoved you away, telling you he was going to send you the bill for getting the stains out of his clothes. “This is pure shimmersilk you know!” he yelled at you as you made your hasty exit, apologising profusely as you retreat towards where Crosshair was waiting, arms crossed as he leaned against a marble pillar, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“You got it doll?” he whispers, wrapping a long arm around your waste as he begins leading your further into the throng of people and towards the exit. “Of course” you reply, sinking further into his side. Hopefully the two of you would make it out before he even noticed it was missing.

Your hopes were dashed as you heard a panicked “Hey! Wait!” coming from behind you.

Crosshair grabs your arm, pulling you into the nearest unlocked room before softly closing and locking the door. Both of you hold your breath, listening to the sound of approaching and then thankfully retreating footsteps. It doesn’t seem like anyone saw you, but you still wait together in silence before turning the light on to look at the room you have found yourselves in for the foreseeable future.

It's a luxurious bedroom, a four-poster bed draped in magnificent silks with more pillows than anyone could possibly need adorning it. Crosshair takes his comm and a small datapad out of his pocket, reaching his hand out to you for you to pass him the datastick before plugging it into the device and comming Tech to let him know he can begin starting the transfer and telling him of your less than ideal situation at the moment. He tells you that Hunter will be there within the next standard hour for extraction but until then you just need to hang tight.

You sit down on the bed, running your hands along the silken sheets before looking back up to Crosshair. His eyes are raking over your form as he placed the datapad down on one of the bedside tables before walking over to you.

“So doll, it seems we have the better part of an hour to keep ourselves occupied…” He trails off, sitting next to you on the bed, one hand finding your thigh while the other softly pushes you back onto the plush surface. “And no one knows we’re in here” his thumb begins soothing circles into your hip as he looms above you, one hand holding himself up as he stares down at you.

“So it seems…” you smile as you use the fact that your legs are still hanging off the bed to your advantage, kicking your heels off before you shimmy further up the bed, until you’re leaning back against the mountain of pillows. Crosshair crawls up the bed after you before his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss.

“Kark doll, you look so good in this dress, it’s been so kriffing hard keeping my hands off you all night” he mumbles against your lips, calloused hands already working their way underneath your dress towards your panties. You let out a small whimper, the feeling of his rough fingers digging into your flesh making heat pool low in your belly as Crosshair begins placing languid kisses against your neck, working his way down to your collarbone before sucking dark marks into your skin.

The chirping from his comm startles both of you, making you jump before Crosshair angrily grabs the device “What do you want Tech?” he growls out. “I just thought that you would want to know that Hunter will be arriving earlier than expected and to be ready for extraction in the next 30 standard minutes” Tech replies, obviously somewhat irate, not enjoying the tone that his brother is giving him. “Understood” Crosshair replies, turning off the device and throwing it onto the bed before returning his attention back to you.

“Looks like we will have to make this quicker than I wanted, but don’t worry princess, I’ll worship you like you deserve once we get back to base” his fingers begin toying with you over the fabric of your panties while his lips busy themselves against yours once again. His mouth swallows every sound that you make as his skilful fingers rub tight circles against your clit, already bringing you close to the edge with practiced ease.

Your panties are soaked at this point, his assault on your senses overwhelming you as you try to stifle your sounds as not to alert anyone who could potentially be loitering outside the door. His hand leaves you momentarily as he fumbles with the fastenings on his pants, opening them just far enough to free his weeping length.

Pulling your panties to the side, he sinks into you, letting out a breathy groan as he slides into your heat in a single motion. Resting his weight entirely on one hand he brings his other to cover your mouth as he begins an absolutely brutal pace, the layers of your clothing helping to muffle the sounds of him relentlessly driving into you.

You silently thank him for covering your mouth, the way he’s fucking into you would have you screaming for him. You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you, trying to get him to go deeper and deeper with every thrust. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he hits that spot inside you with the head of his cock with every thrust, turning you into a mess with every drag of his hard length through your slick folds.

Lowering his head you can feel his breath fanning over your ear as he whispers filth into your ear “so tight for me kriff… I can feel you choking my cock you’re so close aren’t you?” you nod, staring up at him with wide eyes. He angles his hips, grinding down onto your clit with every thrust as he loses his rhythm, chasing his own release as he feels your walls fluttering around him. “cum for me doll” his whispers have an almost pleading nature to them, like he’s holding himself back from the edge waiting to tumble over the peak with you. A few more deep thrusts pull your orgasm from you, flooding your nerves as pleasure washes over you, causing your walls to clench around him. With a strangled groan against your neck he follows you over the edge, pumping ropes of hot cum inside of you, hips stuttering as his cock throbs.

You’re lying on the bed, Crosshair still sheathed inside you as his comm chirps again “Oh for the love of… Yes?” he slips out of you, tucking himself away as he talks, apparently Hunter is only five standard minutes away so you adjust your panties and swiftly put your heels back on.

Crosshair places a kiss to your temple before you make your escape.

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[nitro-nova]

Let's Help Alfred!

Hi, this is Alfred, my 14-year-old grumpy old cat. Alfred means a lot to me and many lovely people that I know.

The short story is that he is old and in need of medical specialists. There are two whoppers coming up:

Ultrasound for his tummy to look for signs of blockage. The cost will range between $1,400 and $1,800.

Dental care, possible chance of tooth removal. The cost will range between $1,400 and $2,500.

I have created a fundraiser pool on Paypal. https://www.paypal.com/pools/c/8RrDxhPxUp You can view the fundraiser's progress and make a donation through their website.

Additional details/predicted questions below. Content warning for some mentions of unsanitary stuff.

Q: How is Alfred doing right now?

A: He is hanging in there. The main concerns are that he has suddenly stopped eating as much, has a fit or two of vomiting for consecutive days per week, chews abnormally slowly, yowling at random times, and other health issues. He's getting old. He's walking slower, but he's being far more social than usual. He often sits in a chair next to mine while I'm at my job.

Q: How much of this can you cover yourself?

A: I have been doing my best to keep up with the costs, but I have taken hits to my emergency funds. I've spent $800 for an animal hospital visit, did three ~$400 visits that included bloodwork and tests to determine his hyperthyroidism, and spent $1500 for a procedure to resolve a hyperthyroidism issue. I've hopefully extended his life for a few more years, because of this, but it hasn't gotten to the bottom of his relapsing health problems. I'm trying not to feel like I'm still at square one.

Q: Do you think it's possible that the fundraiser will succeed?

A: I don't know. This is a lot of money, and part of it is just diagnostic. I'm considering getting a second job (currently I work remote tech support). A backup plan is to get a loan or credit and pay it off. I really want to be a good pet owner for Alfred, and I will figure out a way to get him care, one way or another.

Q: I've seen you draw some art. Can you commission your way to victory or something?

A: I'm willing to accept commissions, but if I were to do "$100 commissions," for example, I'd need to complete about 43 of them. I don't even know that many people. Anything helps, but it's a lot of money. With that said, I've got https://twitter.com/nitro_nova and my DMs here if you want to reach out.

Q: Tell me some things about Alfred while I think about clicking that link.

Alfred is a 14-year old, and his breed is American Maine Coon, one of the largest domestic cat breeds. He is generally grumpy and does not like to be picked up or to be placed in a lap. He maintains his fur much better than I maintain my own hair. That's why he always looks good. He enjoys the presence of other people, and will often seek them out just to loaf next to them.

Alfred will loaf in a high chair next to mine for roughly the entire duration of my work shift. For a while, he was obsessed with the gravy of wet canned food (we aren't sure why he has rejected it in favor of dry food again). He will pry open doors and hop into cabinets, and he does not like it when a door is closed. He has a cat tower which he loves. Very rarely, he will come to you and bump you, because he loves you under his posh and elegant demeanor.

[fereldanwench]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo to share some stuff I'm working on so AU rambling it is!

(Also I just realized that I am once again so behind on keeping up with my mentions and asks. I need more hours in the day. 😭)

So as some of y'all know, I am a long-time Tomb Raider super fan, and facets of OG Lara Croft almost always influence my OCs because she is just goals. Valerie was no exception here--Her canon street style and effortlessly cool and tough yet elegant vibes were very much inspired by the one and only Lady Croft.

When I realized that across these three mods (one, two, three) I could make a Tomb Raider Underworld-inspired outfit for Valerie, that just became my sole reason for living for like six hours.

Initially, I wasn't planning on delving into a story or anything with the shots--I just wanted to play with some Tomb Raider-esque settings to get a little break from the high-tech/low-life urban setting to refresh the muse--But then I realized this could actually be the perfect setting to explore another idea I had been sitting on for a while.

I had wanted to play with a Yakuza!Goro AU for some time now (turning to a life of organized crime if Arasaka hadn't picked him up has always seemed like something that could have been in the realm of possibility based on the little bit he shares about his childhood), and Lara does get tangled up with some Yakuza shenanigans in some storylines so 💡💡💡 Treasure Hunter/Yakuza AU: I Only Play for Sport (based on Lara's iconic one-liner in the intro of the 1996 game) was officially born!

Work has been nuts the past few weeks, and I didn't really feel like trying to figure out how to mod tats on Goro myself, so I asked the wonderful @86maylin if she was up for a private commission. Luckily, she was. 🙏🙏🙏 (Thank you again, May!)

This has also been another journey into building with AMM--I have a few very specific scenes in mind, and I wanted them to be in totally original settings created specifically for this AU instead of defaulting to my usual locations (like Hanako's estate).

To kick that off, I decided I wanted to make a little living space for Goro. I got a lot of good practice building a stage, essentially, when I did the little villainess shoot a little while ago, so I felt pretty confident that I could put together something loosely inspired by the Tokyo penthouse Lara visits in Tomb Raider Legend.

That game is almost 20 years old now, though, so the assets there were obviously very limited, and I wanted to make something a little more complete and cozy for Goro's home base, as it were. I'm still not finished with it (maybe like 75% of the way there), but I'm pretty happy with the progress:

And another huge thank you to @bnbc and @arasakas-ronin for y'all's prop packs because they have done a lot to add some of that cool-artifact-treasure-hunting goodness to the scene. (I've used a lot but I think this toy set and this decor set were most prominently used.)

And as for the story itself?

Well, no one's here for the plot, right? 😅

I am slowly working on a couple of photostories inspired by some scenes in the Tomb Raider movies and games, and I have a general gist of the premise: Valerie is a wealthy heiress with a fondness for adventure and recovering lost artifacts with presumed supernatural abilities, and Goro is the right-hand man of a Yakuza boss who has a similar interest in such artifacts. They end up having their sights set on the same artifact (currently unknown to me, lmao, although I am very aware of the issues with the genre when it comes to, yanno, glorifying white Westerners stealing shit from other cultures so I want to be mindful that I don't fall into that same pitfall) and sexy rival treasure hunter shenanigans ensue.

So this is what I've been working on! It's a total pet project, I'm so excited about it, and I figured the time between now and Phantom Liberty coming out would be the best time to just go ham with photomode and mods and create a totally self-indulgent crossover that combines my great video game loves.

And one last thing before I shut up, because I wanna share how Tomb Raider has always been a part of Valerie's background: her surname, Powell, was inspired by Manfred Powell, the antagonist in the 2001 Tomb Raider movie. Bonus fact: I used the name "Nishimura" in this photo story, which is also the name of two characters in the Tomb Raider universe (Lara's friend Toru Nishimura in Legend and her girlfriend Sam Nishimura in the 2013 reboot.)

Okay, if you read all of this, you're now legally obligated to share something you've been working on, too. 💙

[rubykgrant]

Any ideas for a RvB character that uses a wheelchair? Cuz with how some athletes are wheelchair users and are just as mobile as (if not moreso than) ambulatory people, it would be neat to see a character like that in RvB.

My OC, Junonia, uses a mobility aid, a cane and some knee braces that help ease stress. She occasionally also sits in a wheelchair as well (if it feels especially difficult to stand, etc. it began with issues involving tendon pain/chronic leg cramps, and then injuries from her home getting attacked. some of the damage could have been healed, but not enough medical help was being given to "low priority areas"). She has a cane with her armor as well, but it's more high-tech, and doubles as a weapon, while the suit itself helps compensate stress on her knees (the idea of having a character who needs mobility aids, specifically canes, actually came from seeing a different character from another series; the character used them in a civilian form, but when fighting bad guys, they just magically could walk fine... I thought, hey, if sci-fi magic is involved, shy not just give them a SUPER COOL cane, that can adapt to their needs in battle and what-not! so, I transferred this thought process to Junonia. the high-tech one can automatically fold-up into a gauntlet when she's sitting, and has several other adjustments, making it like multi-tool).

Part of her story involved getting tricked into working for an organization that claimed to help people without being "restricted" by government rules... which is a cool idea in theory, but unfortunately, the people in charge of this group were insidious a-holes. Junonia was in charge of gathering intel, a medic for her team, and occasionally helping with defensive fighting (not that she isn't perfectly capable in any forms of battle, but she's a bit like Doc, not entirely a pacifist, but reserves violence as a last resort, or to defend herself/others).

I imagine that later one in life, Sarge would use a wheel chair... and you just KNOW he'd make himself a mini-tank (Simmons would help make sure it would at least be practical, beyond just being Sarge's personal mobility weapon, and stream-line it for other functions). I can picture Wash as well, and he's adaptive/ingenuitive enough to use it as an advantage where most people would assume it might be unhelpful (and he'd take advantage of that assumption as well, let people underestimate what he's capable of, then show them what is what).

I've seen a few RVB OCs out there that have different mobility aids, including wheel chairs, and they're all awesome! Sometimes the characters are fighters, and sometimes they are pilots, or medics, or help gather information, etc. Not only does the future/sci-fi technology offer a lot of options, a character's own capabilities and interests open up many different options

(just for fun, here are my two currently finished RVB OCs, Junonia and Poppy, in their normal regular people outfits... I'm allergic to armor ffffffff, but Poppy's would be white with sort of tan/peach colored accents, and Junonia's would be dark purple with pink accents. as for fashion, Junonia has sort of a "casually elegant" vibe in some outfits, a little bit of 90s streetwear, and a fondness for ocean inspired themes. Poppy has a lot of boho styles, a mix of modern looks and retro designs that lean toward 60s-70s inspired)

[nimmee]

Being the kento Nanamin simp I am here's a part 2 of headcanons

Enjoy ❤️

Continued from previous part :

12. He likes jazz. Strangely enough knows how to play saxophone. Loves romantic music too. Loves Classical music especially Cello has a soft corner in his heart. But jazz is his all the time mood freashner. He puts on light jazz or songs that feel jazzy enough when he cooks. ( a bit cliche but it feels right)

13. Even though he likes expensive things, but our man has got taste, which is irrespective and irrelevant of the price tag. He would absolutely buy cheap things if he finds them to be good quality products with elegant style. Which brings me to the next point.

14. He doesn't waste money. Kento is a very mathematical and logical person, he keeps track of all his financial transactions however minor they might be. He researches a lot before buying something expensive. (most probably researched a lot before he bought his watch). Our jjk finance guy knows his finances.

15. He once read "No longer Human" during his emo phase and was scared to death because he related too much to the protagonist. However stern and logical Nanamin looks he's a softie who hates watching movies belonging to genres like psychological horror, or just plain horror. (he hates horror movies because either it annoys him or irks him too much, the only genre that actually scared the life out of him psychological horror)

16. Let's talk about bread. Nanamin lives off bread. Period. Kento loves food from different cuisines but bread is a staple for him. Since he was 3 he took bread bento to school most of the days. His mom knows a million different ways to make sandwiches and hence Kento is our bread baking, bread loving average handsome office guy who is also a jujustsu sorcerer.

17. He has reading glasses. Even though his eyesight is perfect sometimes he needs reading glasses to focus on the book he is reading. Also he really likes the way he looks so mature and serious in those glasses.

18. He journals. He writes about the tiniest of the moments that made him believe in humanity a bit. He started journaling after Yu died. He had spiralled into a horrible bout of depression when he did take some overpriced therapy sessions that didn't really help him. Sometime around this time his Dad gave him his grandmother's handmade journals (which were blank because she had especially made those for Kento before she passed away. Kento and his grandma were pretty close). He used these journals to write down one thing that reminded him of Yu. And slowly he grew around the grief. Yes, he did write about the cute Baker girl. Also he did take a quick look at her name on her name pin so that he can write her name when he wrote in his journal.

Ps : this is just a headcanon so I'm pretty much making a lot of stuff up that feels right based on Nanamin's character.

19. He also has newer group photo of the Tokyo jujustsu tech kids (Yuji , Nobara, Maki, Toge , Megumi, Yuta, Panda) sitting on the fireplace mantle beside his old group photo, because he absolutely loves these kids. He would do anything to save their lives and childhood.

20. He wanted to be an Architect when he was younger. He loved to look at magnificent buildings and tried to make miniatures of those buildings with paper or cardboard. His maternal grandfather had bought him a proper miniature set after he had shown him that he had tried to build the Colosseum with cardboard. He was 8 years old.

21. Owns a guitar. Doesn't know how to play. Has the same problem as all bibliophiles have. Buys too many books. Doesn't have time to read. Has a descent fashion sense. Most probably has a suit and tie collection along with shoe collection because his high end work kinda demanded it. He loves art although there are some things he doesn't understand he is curious but won't show it.

22. Nanamin is a pretty heavy sleeper when he is on his own. Given how stressed he is with his work all the time his home is a safe space for him. His apartment is spelled or rather veiled to ward off most cursed spirits (every jujustsu sorcerer gets this kind of protection).(Lowkey the apartment is blessed). Hence he can sleep without thinking about his own protection but if he has to sleep the night along with some one in the house he sleeps lighter.

Bonus : 23. Kento actually likes shopping. He might not readily accept the fact and most probably would deny it for the rest of his life but this man loves shopping and researching before he goes shopping. Kento is a very domestic and independent person hence shopping has become a necessity for him which he has gown to enjoy as he grew older.

Bonus 2 : 24 He has a lot of similarities with Elijah Mikaelson. But not as dramatic as Elijah.