#they're two incredibly stubborn people

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Poisonous Rivalry

I know we like to comment on how Sam would probably idolized Poison Ivy, but would they actually get along?

They're very alike. They're headstrong, determined, and willing to cross lines to accomplish what they think is right. Also can be a bit abrasive, especially when you're on the other side of an argument

They're too alike

They would hate each other. Not like in a kill each other way, but I can't stand this person and need to one up them kind of rivalry

so imagine if you will, Danny and Sam (also Tucker if you want Eternal Trio) moving in next door to Harley and Ivy's place in Coney Island. Danny and Harley? They get along great. Thick as thieves and invite each other over all the time, have lunch together, and cause chaos the likes of which make even the gods tremble. Ya know, regular besties stuff

Sam and Ivy? They try to be civil for the sake of their spouses, but can't stand each other. It comes out as petty one-upmanship and they're constantly competing. "I helped raise this much for charity" "I killed the CEO of Polluters R Us" and their gardens? Beautiful! Stupendous! Amazing! They're gorgeous and it drives them both crazy

[waokevale]

Introducing Follower gang!

There. Finally did all the Bishops follower designs!

The 7 deadly sins

And some other follower gang, done with lineart this time because the other 2 pieces made me lose my soul for how long they took.

(Also a small HC if I may: Dr. Sozonius is trapped inside the mushroom on Sozos head, while the actual mushroom is controlling his body)

+ some more doodles

Info about the 7 Sins and more doodles below:

Jeg represents Greed - he was one of the first of Lamb's followers. (At first, it was very difficult for Lambert to indoctrinate people, due to their inexperience, this guy was like the 5th or so) Jeg has...a very specific personality to say the least, yet the Lamb can't help but be fond of him. They eventually nominate him the Tax enforcer role and...That might've been the worst decision of their life. But they did not take the role away. Jeg acts smug 24/7 and relishes in his new power, but deep down, dudes pretty insecure, ( but don't tell anyone!) He used to have a huge crush on the lamb, but then Narinder and eventually the other bishops came, and since their leader was for some reason head over heels for the ex god of death, Jeg grew bitter and often got into fights with Nari, as well as charging him and his other siblings more than the average follower. Though he's mostly mellowed out since then.

Brash represents Gluttony They despise Helob, since they used to fight for "food" a lot, and eventually Brash got really injured and was found by the Lamb. She tried to eat them, but was quickly disarmed. Despite this, they decided to spare him and bring his sorry ass back to the cult to indoctrinate. They were very cunning and didn't trust the lamb either, but eventually they cooled off and accepted the new life. She still eats people tho, just not from the cult, otherwise jail or *worse*

Yara represents Pride She is one of the core followers. She's very strict and somewhat self-centered, she likes things done her way, or if not her way, the lambs way. Period. No one else can boss her around or even give a helpful advice. She's actually a pretty stand up deer, and despite being incredibly stubborn still makes a good friend. She gets along with most people though Brash annoys her, since he keeps snatching body parts off corpses. She has always been extremely devoted to the lamb and will be annoyed if any follower dissents and tries to preach against them. She wasn't surprised in the slightest when they eventually took down all the bishops.

Thorn represents Envy He had a pretty terrible life before the cult. When he was brought in, she was bitter about her newfound situation. He wasn't very trusting of the lamb and thought they expected something out of her (which technically they did, but it's just work). He envies the fools who are so oblivious and just do everything as they're told and let their lives be guided by some amateur god. Similar to the other two, he puts on a mask, He often acts overly saccharine to hide his true feelings, but doesn't have any bad intentions. (Most of the time) She does genuinely like some people, but others, he only pretends to like to appease the lamb or to blackmail them. He hates when the people he actually cares about are threatened.

Jermo represents Wrath Jermo absolutely does not trust anyone. Similar to Thorn, and most other followers tbh, their life was absolutely horrible prior to the cult. They trusted some people, they got betrayed, and almost died several times because of it. It was extremely difficult for the lamb to make them stop dissenting. They legit had to give them the loyalty necklace in order for them to finally stop dissenting. Jermo keeps getting into fights with other followers, because they feel as though everyone is always against them or is constantly judging them. (They're technically not wrong) They've died 5 times, because they keep getting into fights with other followers. Lamb strongly considered keeping them dead, but decided to challenge themself with them (also they're too cuddly to just be killed off) Despite their many, *many* flaws, Thorn has a huge crush on them, since he's one of the people who managed to see their soft side. Jermo, deep, deep, deep down actually cares a lot, but they've been hurt too much by everyone, so they retaliate for the same stuff to not repeat.

Herett represents Lust At some point, she passingly heard about the cult and since it seemed like a peaceful place from the rumors (and also had hot people in it) she eagerly joined in. She's usually in the kitchen area, if not hanging around the love tent or babysitting some kids. She crushes on almost everyone, but for some reason she hates Kallamar (legit in my actual game she rejected him so hard, despite having the lustful trait and not caring prior)

Mateo represents Sloth Is perhaps the 1st or 2nd of Lambs followers, so they're absolutely not letting go of him, dudes lived 4 long lives and is tired of it, he keeps switching jobs since with age he's been slacking off more. He's currently stuck as a janitor (he hates it) He's also one of the few people who managed to befriend Jermo, his mellow, don't care attitude is somewhat comforting to them. Aside that, he gets along with almost everyone, as best as he can at least.

Not much else to say about the gang in the third pic but Riley and Dannie are platonic bffs and were forced to babysit kids when the lamb was crusading. The lamb was a little incompetent here to give carnivores children to take care of, but thankfully they actually managed to be good with them and got used to being on nanny duty.

The capybara (Beige) is a retired teacher and adopted a little owlet to take care of (Chip)

While Femur is our below yellow cat, and that's my HC name for him. He's a gatherer here.

[carmelcoco]

sun notes. 🍊

Disclaimer. these observations do not have to resonate with everyone and everything, all expressed in this post is based on personal experience and research.

𝒜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 : Individuals with an Aries sun sign are spontaneous and energetic, known for their honesty and straightforwardness. They're natural leaders who thrive on adventure and embrace challenges with enthusiasm. Ruled by Mars, they can be fiery and impatient at times, especially with people who don't match their energetic vibe. Yet their determination and go-getter attitude make them charismatic. However, their impulsivity and assertiveness may sometimes overshadow empathy, leading to difficulties in listening to others. Overall, Aries folks are spirited leaders who are ready for action and adventure!

𝒯𝒶𝓊𝓇𝓊𝓈 : Taurus sun individuals value security and pleasure in life. They work hard to achieve their goals, and their strong attachment to tradition makes them feel secure. Taurus folks are dependable and determined, always seeing their goals through. They are patient, practical, and good with finances, which helps them build a stable life. However, their stubbornness and laziness can make them resistant to change and cause them to miss out on new opportunities. I mean they are represented by the bull and once a bull dig in its heals it is quite hard to sway them. They also have a tendency to be possessive due to their attachment to material possessions. Overall, Taurus individuals are known for their patience, practicality, and ability to build stable lives.

𝒢𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 : Gemini Suns are like a two-sided coin, always switching between their positive and challenging traits. They're sociable, chatty, and quick-witted. They make friends easily and always have a clever solution. However, they can be scatterbrained, easily bored, and prone to gossip. Commitment and focus can be a struggle for them, and their duality can be both a blessing and a curse in relationships. Gemini Suns are never boring, have many hobbies and interests, and can navigate new situations easily. But they also have a restless nature and need mental stimulation to avoid getting bored. Overall, they bring excitement and variety, ensuring there's never a dull moment when they're around.

𝒞𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇 : Individuals with a Sun in Cancer are nurturing, empathetic, and deeply loyal, with a strong love for family. They possess intuition and emotional depth, making them great listeners and creative individuals. However, they can be sensitive and prone to mood swings, sometimes retreating into their shell in the face of conflict. Their strong attachment to family can lead to overprotectiveness and difficulties in communication. Despite their challenges, Cancer Suns bring warmth and loyalty to relationships, valuing safety and security while also needing emotional space.

𝐿𝑒𝑜 : Individuals with a Sun in Leo are charismatic and confident, often excelling in leadership roles and the performing arts. They have a natural magnetism that draws people to them, but they can also be perceived as self-centered due to their need for attention and admiration. While they enjoy the spotlight, they are also hardworking and humble. They are motivated by affection and are attracted to the finer things in life, though they may have lazy days. Finding a balance between their desire for recognition and consideration for others' feelings is a continual challenge for them.

𝒱𝒾𝓇𝑔𝑜 : People with a Virgo Sun are detail-oriented perfectionists who are incredibly organized and practical. They have sharp minds and are excellent problem solvers and analytical thinkers. They pay attention to the nitty-gritty and are superb at any task that requires precision. However, their quest for perfection can sometimes make them a bit too critical, not just of themselves but of others too. Striking a balance between their high standards and a more relaxed approach to life is their lifelong challenge.

𝐿𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶 : People with Libra sun signs value balance, equality, and harmony. They are skilled at seeing both sides of a situation and have a sense of justice. They are charming, have a great sense of style, and love art and beauty. However, their indecisiveness can cause issues, and they may struggle with putting their own needs before others. Libras may also come off as fake to some people. Despite this, Libra sun signs are sociable individuals who avoid conflict and prioritize fairness. Overall, Libras seek to maintain civility and sophistication in their interactions.

𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓅𝒾𝑜 : Scorpio suns are intense and have strong willpower. They know what they want and when to get it. They're not afraid of confrontation and have the gift to heal and transform. They have a magnetic vibe that draws people to them and are fiercely loyal. They're like detectives in their own lives, digging deep to uncover hidden truths. Their intensity can be intimidating and they sometimes have trust issues. They hide things and rarely invite people over.

𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃 : Capricorn suns are realistic and grounded individuals who enjoy the simple things in life. They value tradition and stability and may be attracted to hard-earned luxuries. Capricorns are dependable and witty, with a mastery of sarcasm. They are ultimate goal-setters and hardworking individuals who climb the career ladder with determination. Although they can come off as too serious and workaholic, they are reliable friends and partners who prioritize their work over anything else. They struggle with letting loose and talking about their feelings.

𝒮𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓉𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓊𝓈 : Sagittarius suns are adventurous individuals who love exploration and expanding their horizons. They are enthusiastic, optimistic, and always eager to learn something new. They have a great sense of humor and can lift spirits, but can also be restless and blunt with their honesty. Commitment can be tricky for them as they value freedom. They prefer to do what they love and can seem a little irresponsible at times. They are cheerful, friendly, and easygoing, and getting along with others comes effortlessly to them. The need for escape and freedom can make them appear irresponsible at times.

𝒜𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓊𝓈 : Aquarius suns are unique and free-spirited individuals who are innovative thinkers and love challenging the norm with their progressive ideas. They value their independence and are accepting of others' quirks. Sometimes, they can appear aloof or emotionally detached. However, their idealism runs strong, and they are witty and intellectual individuals who cherish their individuality.

𝒫𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓈 : Individuals with a Pisces sun sign are depicted as dreamers with deep compassion and empathy. They are highly creative and sensitive, often channeling their creativity into artistic pursuits. However, their sensitivity can lead to feeling overwhelmed and difficulty setting boundaries. They are open-minded and understanding, but may struggle with practical matters and traditional goals. Overall, they possess a deep feeling for humanity and compassion, although they themselves may often feel misunderstood.

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[gotham-daydreams]

What would've happened if Y/n wasn't even in Gotham? Maybe they went to another country or something

If that did happen, then I think the Batfam would put their connections to good use (superhero or otherwise)!

Bruce Wayne would report the reader as missing, and they'd effectively have everyone and their mom on the reader's ass, and lets just say that Y/n wouldn't be gone for long. Especially not when the Batfam has connects with the Superfam and, well, I don't think I really need to mention anything besides they have incredible hearing and can fly super fast. (Alfred definitely shows some of them recordings and such he has of the reader so they know what the reader looks like, and what their voice sounds like if they don't know the reader already. Even if one of members of the Superfam probably does, even if I don't know who that'd be in particular.)

Granted it may still take them a while because the reader is one whole person in a world full of billions of them, but if there is one trait the Batfam shares is that they are absolutely relentless. Some are more stubborn than others, yes, but stubborn nonetheless.

Eventually they'd find the reader, and considering who these people are, along with who they're working with at this point, I can imagine that they'd find the reader pretty quickly considering things.

Not to mention that the reader is a pretty well known musician at this rate (albeit not to a super popular/famous degree, but well known enough for people on the street to kind of notice who they are in a little surprised but mostly casual way), and most likely has no idea that the Batfam is even looking for them until they see an article of them, or one of their friends mentions that they're apparently "missing".

Which gets extra awkward because, well- obviously they're just living their life at this point, and still making music because it's their passion and dream. They're not just going to stop because they left the manor, and have probably released a few songs with a performance of theirs coming up. Even if the location may not be disclosed yet, it's like the announcement itself cements the reader's fate. Since it's almost acting as a signal that's like a "hey!! i'm here!!" And again, this is a family full of Detectives and such, they can get details from most places other people probably wouldn't.

So, maybe they'd find the reader after a few weeks to a month or two at the very latest. Especially with them, at this point, going full yandere because they've been obsessively looking for the reader over however long it took them to find them. That obsession of the Batfam's growing more and more by the day, and their own paranoia and worries fueling each others. Maybe it even gets to Damian a little, who knows.

Regardless, whenever they find Y/n they are at their wits end. Now it isn't even up for debate if they kidnap the reader or not. They will. They do.

It's swift, it's sloppy, it's impulsive, it's reckless, and even it isn't thought out at all, it's quick. Almost painless.

They all just want to hold the reader and say all these things — but they can't. Not here. Not while Y/n isn't home. Not yet. But they will. Soon.

Whoever holds the reader first doesn't get to hold them for long. They're practically snatched and grabbed from all of the members of the family as they fight over the Reader's unconscious body like starved, savage dogs trying to get that last bit of meat before they have to endure the pains of hunger again.

Eventually, they do settle, especially thanks to Batman and Alfred, and decide who would be the best fit to carry the reader for the rest of the trip. That sparks another fight, but eventually someone is chosen, and some of them even take turns as everyone heads back to Gotham, returning home safely with the reader. Bringing them back home. To their real home.

Safe to say, the reader's freedom? Absolutely taken away, it practically doesn't exist anymore. Along with their personal space, as the Batfam needs a BIG recharge after all that searching, and the reader is just the thing they need. Expect a lot of hugs and a bunch of boundaries to get broken within that first month or so. They're never letting go, not ever again.

Tldr: Reader is still fucked either way, but it does take the Batfam significantly more time to find them, and when they do the family is basically mentally fucked over. All screws scattered on the floor- everything. So they're a little less lenient and immediately jump the gun, just that much closer to completely losing their mind, and so despite being so far away — the Reader is immediately brought back to Gotham once found, has basically all of their rights stripped away from them, and is suffocated in affections, hugs, cuddles, and the like for over a month into their captivity as a result. No exceptions. Not anymore.

Hope this answered your question! If anyone else has a question, or you yourself have something else you'd like to know the answer to, feel free to send in an ask! If you'd also like me to clarify something or anything like that, an ask is the way to go a well!

[jellybonbons]

Calm husband x Assertive wife headcanons

DI!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

A/N: heavily inspired by safa and fahad’s relationship from dubai bling.

Leon with a wife who is a bit of a firecracker—she's got that bratty streak, a stubborn side, and isn't afraid to speak her mind. But beneath all that, she's also incredibly understanding, compassionate, and fiercely loyal (only to him and her loved ones).

After all he's been through, he's looking for someone who can keep him grounded, bring him back down to earth, or just take charge in the relationship. He wants to be pampered and taken care of.

Leon, who's all about going with the flow, has this "it is what it is" mindset, but you, his wife, are the one who calls the shots on his behalf. As Leon grew older, he stopped giving fucks except for his darling wife.

Take driving, for example. If someone cuts him off, he's the type to shrug it off. But you? You're the one with road rage, ready to give them a piece of your mind. And when his order gets messed up, he'll just eat it, but not you. You'll be marching up to the manager, making sure he gets what he paid for because, hey, it's all about getting your his money's worth.

"Sweetheart, it's fine, really," he said, offering a small smile.

"No, it's not. You specifically said no chilli. And what do they do? Add it in anyway. It's like they're gunning for you," you replied, clearly irritated and a tad dramatic. Poor white man can't handle his spice.

Sometimes you'd push the limit, and he'd have your back. But once you're home and out of the public eye, he'll give you a lecture about where you went wrong. It might take you a minute to actually hear him out because, let's face it, you're stubborn. But he's got his tricks to make sure you eventually listen, if you know what I mean.

People might raise eyebrows at your marriage because you two are total opposites. They whisper nonsense behind your back because of your straightforwardness and confidence, and that's something Leon doesn't let slide. That's when he gives a damn, because nobody gets to badmouth his wife.

"I heard Leon's wife is quite controlling. Poor guy can't even make a decision without her approval," someone remarked, their tone condescending.

"Excuse me," Leon quickly interjected. "Let me make one thing clear: my wife is not controlling. Decisions in our marriage are made together, as equals."

“And if I hear anyone disrespecting her again, there will be consequences. Understood?" His tone was firm as he addressed his subordinates with a hard gaze. 

"Yes sir," the subordinates replied hastily, scrambling to return to their tasks.

This might have been the only instance he'd wield his authority as the top agent, but it was a line he wouldn't allow anyone to cross. 

What really makes your relationship click is the mutual respect and understanding you both share, along with your shared drive and ambition. You get that his job can eat up a lot of his time, with weeks and even months away from home, and sure, it gets to you sometimes. But he's pretty good at making it up to you (material gestures and physical affection).

Leon really appreciates how you get his career demands, and he's all for you pursuing your own career path too. He'd rather see you doing your thing than stuck at home while he's away. However, if and when you decide to have children, he might lean towards the idea of you being a stay-at-home mom, though ultimately, he respects it's entirely your decision.

As for that tracker thing, it's not about being controlling; it's more about being protective. With him going on those risky missions, you like having a way to keep tabs on him and make sure he's safe. At first, he wasn't too keen on the idea, but when you explained how it eases your mind, he kinda got it. Plus, it's kinda fun to mess around with it sometimes, right?

“Hey, where'd you sneak off to earlier?" you asked with a mock sternness, tapping your foot as Leon entered the room. "Your little dot disappeared for a while there."

Leon raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "What are you talking about? I've been right here the whole time."

You narrowed your eyes playfully. "Oh really? Because according to the tracker, you vanished into thin air."

A grin spread across Leon's face as he produced a cup of boba from behind his back, "I may have noticed a certain someone was feeling a bit down, so I thought I'd surprise her with her favourite pick-me-up.”

“Aw, Leon!” you exclaimed, jumping on him and nearly causing him to drop the boba and possibly break his back in the process.

[webshooterrr9]

Stamina

Volleyball AU, in which Miguel is your teammate

pairing: outsidehitter!Miguel x setter!reader

Word count: 1.8k

CW: explicit 18+ content, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, dry humping, praise, arguing because they're both stubborn as hell

fic under the cut!!

The year is 2099, national sports teams are now gender-integrated, making it harder to get a spot on the team, since you have twice the amount of competition. Not to mention that volleyball is a sport heavily influenced by height, and although you’re pretty tall for a female, you’re going up against men who are almost 7’0" or above.

Luckily you placed on the USA team, marking your place as an incredible setter. Now, you’re two years in and preparing for the next Olympics.

During your team practice today, you got into an argument with your outside hitter, Miguel O’hara. You and your teammates were in the middle of running a 6.2 lineup, when you messed up a set towards Miguel. It wasn’t a huge issue at first, people mess up all the time, even at Olympic levels, but the screw ups kept happening. After practice was over, and all the other teammates left the gym, he spoke.

“Are you stupid?” Miguel clenches his fists as you two argue, his uniform sticking tightly to his muscular torso.

You gaze at his tall frame, beads of sweat dripping down his face from an intense practice. You had admired his physique during practice many times before, but you didn’t have time to ogle over him now, not when you were arguing like this.

“Am I stupid? You’re stupid! All of your receives today sucked, you only made it to the ball in time when you had to hit!” your hands find their way to your hips as you shout.

“And your sets have been trash! I could barely get a good hit in the whole time!” Miguel yelled as he stepped towards you. He looked almost intimidating, but you weren’t scared. This wasn’t the first time he had yelled at you before, and it wouldn’t be the last. Still, that didn’t mean that what he said didn’t piss you off.

“It’s a miracle you’re our main setter with how sloppy you were today.”

“Oh please, you’re lucky to even have your position. The only reason you’re a starter is because you’re a fucking tower.” That wasn’t true. He was an incredible player, but whatever.

You step closer to him, fists balled up just like his. There was a tension between you two, the anger rising. “At least I worked hard to get here, you just got your spot handed to you.” you spat.

Miguel was livid, his face was even more red now than it was from the workout. “Are you kidding me? I had to work for my spot just like everyone else. Your sets are the reason why I messed up today. I bet the coaches didn’t even choose you for your abilities, you probably just slept with them to get here.”

Oh hell no. “My sets are fucking incredible, you asshole!” you shove him. “I wouldn’t be on this team if they weren’t. I’m not a whore like you are.” you were all up in each other’s faces now, glaring at each other with the heat of a thousand suns. “You’re just a lousy snob who can’t adapt to your surroundings. Don’t project your high standards onto me.”

“I have every right to have high standards, we’re on the national team for God’s sake! I shouldn’t have to play cleanup for you all the time!” his muscular chest heaves with his anger, getting even more riled up than you were. So much for the strong, silent type.

“Play cleanup for me? I’m the one who has to play cleanup for you!”

Miguel just glares at you, fuming. You can see his gaze lingering down to your body, but you don’t know if it’s because he’s sizing you up or not. “Just admit it: you’re not good enough to be on this team.”

“I won’t admit to something that’s not true.” All the yelling almost made you out of breath, but you stood tall. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. “You don’t have the stamina to keep up with me… or anyone on this team for that matter.” you breathe out, glaring at him.

“Oh?”

Miguel’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned down to be eye-level with you. The truth was, his heart was pounding, he had never seen you so worked up before. The sweat shining on your forehead, the panting of your breath, and the fierce look in your eyes was a combo he had never seen before - not up close at least.

“You think I don’t have stamina?” his voice dropped just above a whisper, the question laced with a certain venom. “Try me, chiquita. I’ll show you stamina.”

Jesus Christ.

Oh he definitely did that on purpose. There was no way he made your heart race and thoughts cloud like this on accident. He knew what he said.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Your teammate looked at you in a way you had never seen from him before. His large hands, perfect for a front row player, find purchase on your waist, pulling you closer to him. But you wouldn’t make this easy for him.

“Don’t tempt me, muñeca.” he breathes, dipping his head right next to your ear.

Shit. Nevermind. I guess this would be easy for him.

When he pressed his lips to yours, ever so softly despite the attitude you were giving him, you didn’t reject it. The kiss progressed slowly, tentatively, the two of you unsure of how to explore the situation. The past two years of on-and-off pining for your arrogant teammate was paying off, but you never thought you’d get this far. His mouth kissed yours curiously, trying to read your feelings for him.

The gentleness of the kiss was short-lived, though, as the tension from earlier quickly returned to the surface. You took his face in your hands, cupping his jaw and pulling him closer to you. The inquisitive caress of his lips on yours became a stronger, messier, more desperate call for action. His hands wandered across your back, occasionally dipping down to grip the ass that was shaped by years of playing a lower body sport.

Much to your dismay, he broke away, panting. The flush on his cheeks and the thrumming of his heart was evidence of an excitement he hadn’t felt in a while now.

“You…” his finger lifted to twist a strand of your hair. “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” you said back, completely captivated by the look in his eyes. He was staring at you like you were a goddess, like he was holding a piece of the sky in his hands.

“We can’t do this here,” he whispered. “Not on the court.”

“Let’s go back to your place, then,” you say, running your thumb over his cheeks. He absentmindedly leans into the touch. “You only live like ten minutes away, right?”

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” he says.

“Well, you’ll just have to.”

“You like that, sweet girl?”

“God, yes…” you whined. He began to suckle on your clit, the pressure alone enough to make you see stars. You arched your core against his mouth as his tongue flicked over you, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. You carded your fingers through his hair, reveling in the way it curled around your hands.

He moved lower and pushed his tongue into your entrance. He slipped one of his long fingers inside you, massaging your velvety walls in just the way you liked. The two of you moaned in tandem as he made his movements more precise, while grinding his needy bulge onto the pillow below him. You’ve never been with a guy who’d settle for humping a pillow, but Miguel seemed to focus on feasting on your cunt and hearing your pretty sounds to care too much about his own pleasure.

“God, Mig…!” you groaned, letting your head fall back against his sheets. He looked up at you from where he was settled between your legs, still fully clothed but with a look of pure wanton need in his eyes.

“That’s it, mami, let go for me…”

You moaned and writhed as he attached his mouth to your clit once more, pumping his fingers in and out of your entrance with fervor. You couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around his fingers. It was getting increasingly difficult to stop yourself from full-on riding his face. You whimpered as your orgasm slowly crept up on you. “Miguel…”

“Come on, baby, it’s okay…” he hummed against your core, the vibrations of his voice on your cunt making you twitch in delight. He seemed almost as needy as you, rutting against the pillow under him and chasing his high just as you were. “Cum on my face, baby, please.” your wetness was coating his lips and chin as he lifted his face to speak, and he quickly dived back down to eat you out. There was something so carnal in the way he pleaded for you to give into the pleasure he was giving you, the desperation in his voice to have you come undone.

The insane amount of precum seeping through his underwear was soaking his pillow as he thrusted against it, syncing up the timing with his fingers that were knuckle-deep in your pussy. The obscenely lewd sounds of his mouth working against your sex was enough to drive you over the edge. Your hips lifted off the mattress as your wave of pleasure crashed over you, your vision blurring and voice breaking into a sob.

Your toned thighs clenched around his head, trapping his face deep into your core. “God, Miguel… you feel so fucking good…”

Your praise was enough to send him into the throes of his own pleasure, his release soaking the pillowcase beneath him, just as yours had soaked his beautiful face. He pulled back from you, crying out your name as he finished.

The two of you were utterly spent.

After changing his cum-drenched boxers, and pillowcase, he came back to lie down next to you, slumping onto the soft sheets of his bed. You were still catching your breath from the passionate encounter, and so was he. Miguel pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and hugged your waist, pulling you close to him in a comfortable embrace.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby…” he murmurs into your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. “I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier.”

“I’m sorry, too.” you reply, turning your head to face him. He looked more handsome than ever, a soft expression on his face that replaced his normally focused one. “You’re not a bad hitter. You’re our best, actually.”

“And you’re not a bad setter, chiquita. You’re wonderful.” Miguel smiles at you, planting another soft kiss on your skin.

“We should make this a regular thing,” he suggests, squeezing your waist.

“Don’t push it, guapo,” you laugh. “We’ll see how you behave next practice.”

“Deal.”

dividers by @cafekitsune

[eywaite]

Tìtxaw

Romancing Pandora Day: #3 ~ Foursome

Pairing: Neytiri x human fem reader x Jake x Tsu'tey

Words: 5K

Summary: Having three stubborn mates is not easy, and having two mates competing to show their strength is impossible. Thank Eywa, Neytiri is just as frustrated as you.

Warnings: NSFW, foursome, restraints, gags, edging, begging, tribbing, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, P in V, anal, bi Jake, bi Tsu'tey, size kink, size difference, human x Na'vi.

Notes: I'm coming to terms that this isn't my best work by a long shot, but writing a foursome is harder than I thought 😂😭

Credits: Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and Support banners.

Na'vi Translation:

Tìtxaw: Punishment

Toruk Makto: Rider of Last Shadow

Kelku: Home; place of dwelling

Ma: Vocative marker used to indicate whom the speaker is addressing. Can be used with a name.

Tsawksyul: Sun Lily

Atokirina': Woodsprite; Seeds of the sacred tree

Klpxiwlln: Lionberry

Kenten: Fan lizard

Oeyä: My (possessive)

Muntxate: Wife, female spouse

Muntxatan: Husband; male spouse

Mawey: Be calm

Tìyawn: Love

Paskalin: Sweet Berry

Rutxe: Please

Paysyul: Water Lily

Ngaytxoa: I'm sorry; true forgiveness (acknowledgment of guilt and regret)

Skxawng: Idiot, moron

Having three Na'vi mates isn't for the faint of heart. And it's even harder when all three of your mates are as hardheaded as yours, and it only gets worse when it comes to dividing their attention amongst themselves and to you.

It's not like they do it on purpose, it's their nature. They're leaders and warriors, seasoned from battle and experienced beyond your years, which makes them excellent at ruling the clan, guiding and helping others through their hardships and tough decision making, but impossible to reason with when they've sent their mind to something.

And it's worse with your boys; your loving but oblivious husbands.

They're both incredibly dominant in their ways, taking pride in their stature. And with their stature came their constant reminder of how small you are to them, finding new ways to use their size and strength against you. You'd find yourself being thrown around like a ragdoll whenever they feel like it and using their strong grip to keep you still while they explore the soft curves of your body, laughing when you complain of chores to do.

You've tried putting your foot down, but considering your size, most of the time they thought it was adorable how angry you looked, taking to calming you while you swat at them like an angry viperwolf pup.

Those domineering tactics never work on Neytiri, and they quickly learned that these kinds of child like displaces of dominance and greed were something she would not tolerate. So saving themselves a tongue lashing – and possible bodily harm – they put there efforts solely onto you.

Neytiri was much more gentle but firm with her approach. She'd sit next to you, letting her larger slender body press against your as she pets your hair, maybe braiding a couple new beads into your hair to spend extra quality time with you. You quickly understand what she wants, setting aside whatever you were doing and crawling into her lap and asking about her day, letting her vent and reassure her of any doubts. Letting her lift your mask enough to steal a kiss or two.

It's a peaceful event and you both come out feeling refreshed and nourished afterwards.

But with your boys...

Jake was a Marine long before he was Toruk Makto, and he was a rowdy human male way before he became a leader. It's natural for him to be bold and claim what he wants, especially when he wants attention. So he'd take. Pick you straight up and haul you off to whatever corner he wanted, charming the literal pants off of you at times, satisfied that he won while not having a single thought about the things you were doing before his rude interruption.

Tsu'tey was a man of traditions and honor, raised to lead his people and bring honor to his former mentor and chief's name. So of course he's the same when he wants attention, except he never knows how to ask for it, finding himself almost touch starved from his mates from how badly he'd avoid affection. Eventually watching Jake being so bold with you and Neytiri started to irk him, inevitably causing him to use his best skills for his needs: hunting. You found yourself in many of Tsu'tey's traps over the next for months, being snatched away and taken completely off guard just so he could have you for a few minutes to himself.

You found it endearing at first, sharing looks with Neytiri when Jake would throw you over his shoulder or you'd come stumbling out of the woods covered in dirt and leaves sticking to your skin, cuddling into Neytiri to de-stress from whatever shenanigans the boys put you through, finding a more gentlier pleasure in her arms after a long day with your two other mates.

But soon your shares looked went from amusement with a hint of playful annoyance to out right pleading for relief. You've had enough of Jake and Tsu'tey's testosterone filled competitions that have begun to occur once they understood what the other was doing.

You no longer had peace, no time for yourself or for Neytiri. You craved for the slow, sensual nights the four of you would spend together locked in your kelku, drowning in ecstasy with your lovers. Not this never ending cycle of quick, hard session that always missing your other loves.

It honestly has become pathetic; so pathetic even that Neytiri has had it with their childish behavior. She's witnessed time after time your begrudgance to admit how tired you are of everything, just letting the boys do whatever they wanted instead of hashing up a fight you weren't sure you could win.

You could practically see the steam rising out Neytiri's ears at your confession, covering up her fury with a sweet smile and a long, tender kiss to your lips. A idea begins to form in her mind, a plan to punish her greedy mates and restore the balance their relationship had before this stupid competition. They have lost sight of their love for each other when falling into this childish mindset and have lost sight of how this relationship came to be: four completely different people falling in love despite their differences.

Neytiri suggests some time for yourself, telling you of a beautiful spot where your favorite herbs and fruits grows. She helped you put the strap of the large basket around your shoulders, giving one last kiss to your shoulder before sending you off, wishing you Eywa's guidance in finding the things you need in your little get away.

After watching your small form disappear into the lush woods in front of you, the anger that Neytiri's kepted at bay for so long begins to surface, bubbling over when she catches sight of a certain chief walking into your shared home.

Neytiri peeks inside the kelku, putting on her sweetest smile with wide, expecting eyes, voice light as she calls out in a sing song way, "Ma Jake..."

The crisp, fresh forest air is cooler than normal tonight, the late afternoon breeze welcoming despite the dense unknown of the forest around you. It took years for you to become comfortable with Pandora's unique forest, to acclimate to the strange calls of the fauna and the towering size of the flora. But now there's no place that feels more like home to you than the bright, glowing world around you, the only other place you ever felt as peaceful is in the arms of your lovers.

You sigh, pulling your face away from the tsawksyul you've had your nose buried in the last five minutes, embracing the gift that Eywa has given Her people, thanking Her for the atokirina' that lead Norm and Max to that special plant they found in the lowlands that now allows you to experience every beautiful thing with clear eyes and your full range of smell.

You twist the bottom portion of the stem, breaking off the tsawksyul and putting it in your basket next to the fruits you've collected. Tsawksyul are Neytiri's favorite, and you're hoping the klpxiwlln you gathered is enough for a peace offering dessert for the boys, especially Jake. You might have to pick up some bright stones that you could carve into some new beads for Tsu'tey.

Surprisingly, you kinda miss the boys. You miss their warmth, the laughter, and the protection you feel being caged in their arms. You're stupid, greedy, competitive, acting like twelve year old kids boys...

Immediately your longing for their company is thrown out the window, happily distracting yourself as you arrange the bouquet of flowers, adding extra little white flowers into the bundle. As you look for some vines you can twist into twine to hold the bouquet together, you grab some beautifully marbled red and black stones for Tsu'tey's new beads, grabbing some extra berries for Jake's dessert.

You watch eclipse fall, Polyphemus sliding in between the many moons surrounding Pandora and covering Alpha Centauri A from sight, illuminating the world around you as the plants come to life, opening up and letting out their brilliant glow. You look up at the darkening sky, watching the last of the vibrant colors leave the sky and become a mix of dark night and glowing stars.

Deciding it's time to go home, you gather your basket and start your long and slow trek home, the glowing evening making your walk so pleasant as you go along, admiring the small kenten that fly away at your presence, painting the sky with swirling color.

Arriving back at the village, you greet a small group of children running by, smiling at their parents when they smile at you. When you get to your home, Neytiri comes out to welcome you, ears alert showing she heard you coming. "Ma Oeyä Tsawksyul, I hope your time alone was good?"

Your jaw drops when you get a good look at Neytiri, in awe of her beauty. She's unbraided her hair, letting her long wavy hair frame her face, her favorite top that captivated you and Jake decorates her chest, lavender loincloth you made her lowly hugging her hips, swaying with each step she takes towards you.

"Holy shit, 'Tiri, you're gorgeous..." you breathe out, barely able to find your words as she approaches, giving you a shy smile at your gawking. She takes the heavy basket off your shoulder, carrying it like nothing compared to the struggling you did with it walking home.

Neytiri looks down at the basket, her eyes going wide with delight at the freshly picked tsawksyul neatly bundled together for her. "My favorite!"

You pick up a single flower you set to the side, guiding Neytiri to bend towards you enough for you to place the flower behind her perked ear. "I had to remind my beautiful muntxate how important she is to me." you tell her, leaning into her palm as her long fingers cradle your face.

You can feel her content purr against your cheek as her lips brush your skin, rubbing her nose across your cheek and down your neck, scenting you after so long of only carrying Jake and Tsu'tey's scents. "And how could I ever thank my sweet girl for always treating me so well?" she purrs into your ear, wrapping her slender fingers around your chin to pull you into a searing kiss. Her plump, warm lips are like heaven against yours, leaving your stomach in butterflies when she pulls away.

Your face feels flaming hot at the lust filling gaze darkening Neytiri's eyes, hiding your warm face into her palm as her other hand skims down your sides, fingertips tickling your skin the further down she goes. "Oh, I could think of a few ways."

A shuffle from the inside of your home pulls your attention away from Neytiri, "The boys home?" you ask, slightly concerned if something so bad has happened to take the clans leaders away from their duties so early in the evening.

A devious smirk pulls at the corner of Neytiri's lips, the mischief dancing in her eyes scaring you for a moment. The last time Neytiri looked this mischievous she seduced you and Jake at the Tree Of Souls, her plan timed just perfectly for Tsu'tey to 'catch' the three of you, ending in the four of you in a heap of tangled limbs and new deep bond connecting you all.

Setting the basket aside, Neytiri nuzzles into your temple, laying a feather light kiss on your hair, "Yes and they really want to see you."

You roll your eyes, "When don't they want to see me?" you complain. Turning in Neytiri's arms you burying your face into the soft curve of her stomach, "Can we just make them suffer for a night to themselves and have a little time with each other?" you ask, teasing the butter soft skin above her tail, hoping to entice her with your offer.

Neytiri's smirk grows into a giddy smile, a small shiver racking through her body at your teasing touches. "Now, let's not be mean to our desperate muntxatans, they feel very sorry for what they have been doing."

You fight another eye roll, hugging Neytiri closer to you as a silent protest. "Yeah, sure they are."

Neytiri pets your hair to soothe you, "I have a gift for you inside." she tries to convince you, but you don't budge. You groan your complaints into her stomach when she wraps her long fingers around your waist, pulling your feet off the ground enough for her to basically drag you inside your home. You don't let go of Neytiri even when the warm glow of the recently made fire envelops your tired body.

"Greet your gifts, ma Tsawksyul." Neytiri tells you, prying your arms off her sides and turning you around towards the storage area of your home. Your look of forced happiness is quickly replaced with shock at the sight before you.

Tied to the farthest beam from the entrance is Jake and Tsu'tey, their wrists bound tightly together by strongly woven ropes, their arms above their head with a rope gag tied around their mouths. Their loinclothes have been cut away, their cocks painfully erect and leaking profusely from their deep purple tips, a clear sign that they've been tortured in more ways than one while you were away.

Jake's binds are cutting into his wrists, leaving them red and raw from the constant tugging he's been doing. His restraints pulled down further than Tsu'tey's showing that the shuffling you heard earlier was Jake's attempt to pull himself up and get free, probably hoping to get loose before you came in.

Tsu'tey's gaze is downcasted, somehow managing to wiggling the gag out of his mouth, the frayed ends showing his efforts to bite his way through the thick rope. His tail is lashing harshly against the floor, his tail showing ever emotion his facial expression is void of, keeping his mask of indifference even in this type of situation.

"Holy hell," you laugh, hiding your giggles behind your hand, feeling Neytiri's own laughter shake through her stomach. "How the hell did you catch Tsu'tey?"

Jake's head whips up to look at you, eyebrows stitching together as his ears lay back, his words of complaint as to why you're questioning Tsu'tey's capture and not his own are muffled around the rope. "He was caught the same way I caught Jake." Tsu'tey's ears drop at Neytiri's answer, keeping his eyes on the ground.

"Hmm, but Jake was easier." Neytiri whispers in your ear, saying it just loud enough for Jake's ears to lay impossibly closer against his skull. "But they both had a lot to say before I silenced them."

Her slender fingers creep under your top, pushing the beads aside so she can knead at your tender breasts. Your whole body relaxes into Neytiri's touch, sighing at the gentle massage of her fingertips, a soft moaning leaving you when her thumbs roll over your stiff and sensitive nipples.

Tsu'tey's ears flick at the sound, shifting his gaze from the floor to you, eyes widening as Neytiri undos the strings of your top, letting the beaded material fall somewhere with her own top she's taken off.

Jake's teeth grind into his gag as he watches Neytiri slowly untie the cords of your loincloth, letting out a muffled groan with you when Neytiri's long fingers tease through your folds, showing off your growing slick while undoing her own loincloth.

Neytiri turns you away from the boys burning gaze, capturing your lips in another heated kiss, reveling in the wanting moan you let out when her wide, rough tongue licks into your mouth, wrapping around your small, silken tongue and sucking gently.

Your legs are swept out from under you, your back meeting the soft fur blankets you love so much as Neytiri pushes your legs apart, slotting her slender hips in between your thighs, her mound pressing against yours as her lips trail down to your neck, nipping at the delicate skin until dark bruises bloom across your skin.

You block out the muffled whines Jake's letting out, letting your mind go hazy with desire as Neytiri's hot mouth latches around your nipple, tangling your fingers in her silky hair when her sharp canine nips at the sensitive bud. Neytiri straddles one of your thighs, holding your other leg at her hip, settling her hips back so your core sits on hers, your growing slick gathering with hers as Neytiri does a experimental roll of her hips.

Your moans coat the air as your clit glides deliciously against Neytiri's, giving just the right amount of pressure to your aching bundle of nerves as Neytiri lazily rocks her cunt against yours. Your back arches at the slow, teasing sensation building in your lower stomach. Looking through blurry eyes, you find two sets of eyes already on you, golden eyes swallowed whole by their pupils, a dark, lust filled desire shining through their hungry gaze.

Tsu'tey hisses in pain, throwing his head back on the solid wood beam, his painfully hard cock twitching against his abdomen with every beat of his erratically beating heart, beginning to softly pant to himself as he tries to collect his last pieces of shredded pride.

Jake's clenching his gag so hard you're afraid he'll snap his teeth, grinding down on the fraying rope as his whines and whimpers of protest are muffled. His fists tighten as his cock jumps, balls drawing up before lower back down, swollen and desperate for release Jake tugs on his restraints, growling when the binds dig into his raw skin. Tsu'tey hears his mate's noises of pain and complaint, trying to calm him down and comfort him by wrapping his tail around Jake's thigh, "Mawey, ma Oeyä Tìyawn."

Neytiri giggles into the valley of your breasts, leaving another mark on the side of your tit before looking up at you, "They are so desperate," she tells you, rolling her sticky pussy harder onto yours, earning a loud drawn out moan from your kiss swollen lips. "And they want us so bad, but have yet to learn their lesson."

You almost feel pity for your boys, watching Tsu'tey grimance from the constantly throbbing as Jake whines and tugs at his binds until he's on the verge of tears. But the delicate grind of Neytiri's clit sliding against yours in slow, teasing circles pushes your compassion aside, allowing yourself to drown in the euphoria Neytiri is giving you, the scolding heat building in the pit of your stomach numbing your mind and limbs.

"Oh– fuck! 'Tiri, please!" your begs mix with Neytiri's moans and the muffled sounds of pain from the boys.

A loud, penetrating snap pulls you out of your growing pleasure, your's and Neytiri's shock halting your movements as you both watch Jake bite through his gag, spitting out bits of string stuck in his teeth, groaning loudly at the dull ache in his jaw and the painful pulse in his groin. "Neytiri, dammit, untie us!"

Neytiri's canines shine in the low lighting, her bottom lip finding refuge in between her sharp teeth as she bites back a sinister smirk, her pleased laughter rumbling through her chest and against yours. "Demanding for freedom like you deserve it proves my point that neither of you have learned your lesson."

Hooking a finger under your chin, Neytiri pulls your gaze back to hers, distracting you with a passion filled kiss as she begins a steadily building grind on your quivering cunt. Your moans are captured by Neytiri's hot mouth, your thighs shaking in her hold as your clit starts to pulse with Neytiri's, squeezing her as close to you as possible to help push and grind your aching pussy against hers.

You moan as Neytiri nibbles on your bottom lip, "Fuck! 'Tiri, please! I'm gonna cum, please–"

Neytiri groans above you, looking down to gives you a soft smile, "Cum for me, Tsawksyul."

You cling onto Neytiri as your back arches, hole clenching around nothing as you cum, your juices mixing with Neytiri's, whimpering together as the overstimulation overwhelms you, but the aftershock of pleasure being to good to stop the occasional rocking of yours hips into hers.

Your pleads are like knives to the boys groins, whining with you as you come down from your high, your hot breath mixing together with Neytiri's, enticing you to steal a quick kiss on her plump lips as she rubs her nose against yours.

"Ma Paskalin," Tsu'tey grits out, brow bone scrunching together for a moment as he collects himself, "Rutxe, we cannot do this anymore."

That earns Tsu'tey a snort from Neytiri, kissing the tip of your nose before lazily looking over at the pathetic show the boys are giving the two of you. "How much longer do you think our love could have handled your stupid competitions?"

Tsu'tey grimaces at the truth in Neytiri's words, ears laying back as his tail unwraps around Jake's thigh and curls into his side. "Ma Oeyä Paysyul, ngaytxoa. Forgive me, please. I was a fool for putting you through such childish acts and neglecting my job as your mate. Please, forgive me." Tsu'tey all but begs you as his tugs against his binds, almost hoping his words free him.

"I'm so sorry, Babygirl, 'Tey's right you don't deserve any of the stupid shit we put you through." Jake is quick to apologize as well.

Jake's eyes narrow as his head lulls to the side towards Tsu'tey, settling a death glare on his mate. "Also, thank you so much for making your apology singular, My Love." Jake tells him, saying the term of endearment with such venom.

Tsu'tey scowls, "If you would be patient you would have heard me apologize to you next for being so absent and not showing my love for you more, you skxawng."

"Boys," Neytiri sings to them, pulling them away from their impending argument. "If you keep this up I will kill you myself." she seethes, flashing her teeth at them as she lets out a quiet hiss, making both men cowar at her words.

You card a hand through her hair, playing with a curls at the end, cuddling into the hand that's massaging at your scalp, sighing as the other hand squeezes your thigh. You glance back at the boys, fighting an amused smirk when you see their dejected expressions, "Aw, our poor baby boys are so sad, 'Tiri." you lightly mock them.

Even as your comment makes them shrink further into themselves, you catch Tsu'tey eyeing Jake's wrecked form, obvious hunger and want in his eyes, showing he meant that almost apology he said earlier.

You squeeze Neytiri's arm to catch her attention, she looks down at you with a puzzled look, almost unbelieving of the unspoken thought she knows you're going to say. "Cut 'em loose, they've suffered enough."

Neytiri frowns at you before settling her hard gaze onto the boys, "You both should be thanking the Great Mother that our little one is more forgiving than I am."

You practically have to crawl out of Neytiri's arms, pinching her hip to convince her to loosen her grip on your legs long enough to push her bigger body off of you. "Stop being mean and go cut them free." you laugh at the deep eye roll and groan that earns you from your sweet wife, kissing her knuckles as further thanks for her efforts.

Taking her sweet time, Neytiri pulls her knife out from the pouch she threw on the floor when you first entered, cutting the binds on Tsu'tey's first.

Tsu'tey sighs in relief, "Thank you, Great Mother." he immediately wraps his arms around her hips, hugging her close as he hides his face in her stomach. Neytiri's hard exterior cracks at Tsu'tey's open display of affection and gratitude, she pets his head, pulling his face away from her lower stomach long enough to kiss his lips.

Prying Tsu'tey's grip off her hips, Neytiri turns to Jake, cutting him free as Tsu'tey all but crawls to you. Jake closes his eyes and leans his head back against the beam, hugging his sore arms close to his body for a moment, "Thank you, Baby." he mumbles, wrapping his tail around her ankle and hugging her thigh.

You smile with Neytiri as you let Tsu'tey wrap his entire body around yours, letting him scoop you into his lap so you can examine his irritated wrists. Neytiri giggles as Jake scoops her up into his arms, carrying her over to you and Tsu'tey. Neytiri settles in behind you as Jake sits behind Tsu'tey, pulling him back to rest against his chest.

Your eyes bulge when you see the raw and broken skin around Jake's wrists, "Holy shit, J!" you gasp, cradling his large hand in yours, turning his hands over to look at the small bleeding cuts from every angle.

Jake glances at you from his place buried into Tsu'tey's neck, he smiles at your concern, "It's nothing, Babygirl." he reassures you, moving one of his hands to cradle your cheek as the other cradles Neytiri's.

You feel Tsu'tey squeeze your side, his strong arms pulling Neytiri closer, inevitably squishing you harder in between them as Jake does the say, pawing at any part of the three of you to tug everyone closer.

The air is thick and humid, the heat emanating off your gigantic lovers is all consuming, burning you from the inside out as their seducing touches and heated stares build the growing desire in the deepest part of your chest. That hunger filled desire travels lower, pulsing through your core as you forcibly start to yank at their bodies, silently begging for their touch.

They seem to be everywhere all at once. Soft, desperate kisses sealed with teasing nibbles. Long fingers digging into your soft curve, worshipping your body in their every touch. Hard, deep thrusts that leave you dizzy and cock drunk as a sweet taste floods your senses, their sounds of pleasure drowning out the obscene noises of skin slapping against skin.

Your tongue restlessly circles Neytiri's clit, working your fingers in time with your licking, bringing her overstimulated pussy closer and closer to the edge. Her long fingers tangle in your hair, tugging your head further into her greedy cunt, her every whimper and moan like sweet music to your ears, driving you to get more pleasing praise from her lips.

Jake's grip on your hips is bruising, blunt nails digging into your pliable flesh when you clench down around him. His thick, long cock is relentlessly bullying it's way into your tight cunt, dragging against your sensitive walls and knocking against your cervix with every deep thrust, splitting you open deliciously as he groans above you, big torso presses onto your back, watching you eat out Neytiri, imagining her taste on his tongue. One of his hands leave your hip to toy with your clit, rubbing tight circles into your throbbing bundle of nerves.

Tsu'tey's desperately thrusting into Jake's stretched hole, pushing his body weight onto Jake with every thrust. His powerful thrusts helping Jake to rock further into your heat, grinding into Jake's sweet spot that causes his mate to whimper loudly into your shoulder. Tsu'tey hides his own moans by kissing and nipping at Jake's tempting unmarked skin, splaying his hands out on Neytiri's knees to spread her open more for your tongue to explore deeper into her gummy walls.

You're thanking Eywa for giving Neytiri the strength to rein in your misbehaved husbands, now able to bask in the euphoria that's growing in your lower stomach for the second time tonight. You pet the side of Jake's head with your free hand, moaning into Neytiri's clenching hole as she cums on your tongue with a heavenly moan.

Both yours and Jake's legs begin to shake from the pleasure building in your body, tucking your head against Neytiri's soft inner thigh as your body goes limp in Jake's hold, the trembling pleasure taking over your body making you lose all strength in your numbing limbs. Your eyes roll back as you cry out, clenching down so hard on Jake's twitching cock he sobs into your neck as you cum, creaming around his throbbing cock.

Immediately you feel Jake's hot, thick seed fill your womb, painting your still pulsing walls white with his never ending cum. Tsu'tey groans at the unexpected tightening from Jake's orgasm, giving two more quick thrusts before his long awaited orgasm washes through him. You feel Jake shiver as Tsu'tey's cum fills his used hole, squeezing you against his sweat slicked body to ground himself.

You let your body go completely limp, finding a comfortable place to lay your head in the cradle of Neytiri's thighs, eyelids growing heavy as your sore body goes slacked against the floor.

You're unsure of how much time had pasted before you feel two strong arms wrap around you, quiet whispers filtering to your ears. You crack on eye open, peeking up from Neytiri's chest to see her glaring at someone behind you, one of Tsu'tey's arms wrapped around her waist from behind while the other is wrapped around yours, smiling to himself about whatever's being discussed as he starts dozing off.

Jake snickering shakes against your back, proving you correct that it's him that's cradling you so gently, "Come on, Baby, if Babygirl can forgive me why can't you?" he asks, soothing a hand down her thigh before playfully tugging on her tail.

She hisses at Jake, cuddling you closer to her chest and further away from Jake's clingy grip. "I will forgive you fully when you show that you have changed." she tells him, turning to look over her shoulder at her other mate that's almost asleep. "And the same for you."

Tsu'tey wakes up instantly, ears raised in surprise as his eyes go wide in fear, "But, ma Paskalin–"

You smile to yourself, burying your head in between her breasts as she continues to reprimand the boys, not letting them plead their case. You drift off to sleep, content to have all of your mates back to their normal ways.

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Sun in Gemini

Sun in Gemini individuals are like a two-sided coin, always flipping between their challenging and positive traits. On the sunny side, these folks are the life of the party, chatty and sociable, making friends faster than you can say "Gemini." Their curiosity knows no bounds, and they're quick thinkers, always ready with a witty remark or a clever solution to a problem. But, flip that coin, and you'll find their challenging side. Gemini Suns can be scatterbrained, easily bored, and prone to gossip. They might struggle with commitment, flitting from one interest to another like a butterfly. In relationships, their duality can be a blessing or a curse, depending on the day. So, with a Gemini Sun, it's a mixed bag of tricks, but there's never a dull moment when they're around. I have also seen that the sun in Gemini people have a lot of hobbies and things they like to do in their free time.

Song : Clumsy by Fergie

Sun in Cancer

Having the Sun in Cancer means these people are incredibly nurturing and empathetic. Their strong love for family is what makes them amazing. Their intuition and emotional depth make them great listeners and friends, and they often have a deep sense of loyalty and dedication. They're also creative and have a vivid imagination, which can lead to wonderful artistic endeavors and a knack for creating a cozy, inviting atmosphere in their homes. In a nutshell, Sun in Cancer folks bring a whole lot of heart and warmth to the table, even if they have their share of challenges. These individuals can sometimes be a tad too sensitive, wearing their hearts on their sleeves. They're prone to mood swings and may retreat into their shell when faced with criticism or conflict, making communication tricky at times. And their strong attachment to family can sometimes lead to them being overly protective, making it challenging for loved ones to have their own space.

Song : Luna by Iniko

Sun in Leo

Individuals with the Sun in Leo possess a natural magnetic charm and a zest for life that's hard to miss. On the positive side, they exude confidence, which often translates into leadership roles where they excel. Their radiant charisma draws people in, making them wonderful friends and partners. Creativity flows through their veins, making them shine in the performing arts or any field where self-expression is key. However, the challenges lie in their constant need for attention and admiration. This can sometimes be perceived as self-centeredness or arrogance. Their strong-willed nature can border on bossiness, as they prefer to be in control. Striking a balance between their desire for the spotlight and consideration for others' feelings can be their life's ongoing challenge. These people can shine anywhere and anytime.

Song: Me too by Meghan Trainor

Sun in Virgo

People with the Sun in Virgo are like the detail-oriented perfectionists of the zodiac. On the bright side, they're incredibly organized and practical, the type who'll always have a plan. They're reliable, the ones you can count on to get things done right. Their sharp minds make them excellent problem solvers and analytical thinkers. They are really calm and like to observe their surroundings. They pay attention to the nitty-gritty, making them superb at any task that requires precision. However, their quest for perfection can sometimes tip over into nitpicking. They might be a bit too critical, not just of themselves but of others too. They're the kings and queens of worrying, always thinking about what could go wrong. Striking a balance between their high standards and a more relaxed approach to life is their lifelong challenge.

Song : Girls like me don't cry by Thuy

Sun in Libra

These people are all about balance and harmony. On the positive side, they're the peacemakers of the zodiac, always striving to keep things fair and pleasant. They've got an innate sense of justice and are fantastic at seeing both sides of any situation. Plus, they're charming as heck and can charm the socks off just about anyone. They know how to rock every outfit and hairstyle. They love art, beauty, and all things aesthetically pleasing, often having a great sense of style. However, the flip side is their indecisiveness. They can be so focused on avoiding conflict that they sometimes struggle to make decisions, even the small ones. They might also bend over backward to please others, sometimes forgetting their own needs. They might struggle with expectations. They act how they're expected to rather than being their own self. Sometimes they might come off as "Fake" according to some people.

Song: Scars to your beautiful by Alessia Cara

Sun in Scorpio

Sun in Scorpio people are a real enigma, let me tell you. On the plus side, they've got this intense, magnetic vibe that draws people to them like moths to a flame. They're passionate and fiercely loyal, making them amazing friends and partners. When they set their sights on something, they go all in, and their determination can move mountains. They're like a detective in their own lives, digging deep to uncover hidden truths, which can be a superpower in relationships or any mystery-solving situation. Their intensity can sometimes come off as intimidating or even a bit obsessive. They don't do anything halfway, which can lead to power struggles or jealousy in relationships. They also have severe trust issues. It's all about finding that balance between diving deep and not getting lost in the shadows. They also have a tendency to hide things. And they'll rarely ever invite you to their place.

Song : Heathens by Twenty one Pilots

Sun in Sagittarius

People with the Sun in Sagittarius are like adventurers of the zodiac. They're all about exploration and expansion. On the positive side, they're enthusiastic, optimistic, and love a good adventure. They have a thirst for knowledge and are always eager to learn something new. Their sense of humor is infectious, and they're great at lifting spirits. They can sometimes become restless or overly blunt in their honesty. They can sometimes seem tactless because they value truth over sugarcoating. Commitment can also be a bit tricky for them, as they often crave freedom and don't like feeling tied down. So, they're a bundle of fun and adventure, but sometimes they need a little grounding. They have a hard time taking orders from people. They are the type of people who'll Quit their 9 to 5 job and start their own business on a random day because they got bored of their routine. They'll never do something they don't love as a career.

Song : price tag by Jessie J

Sun in Capricorn

People with the Sun in Capricorn are like the ultimate goal-setters and go-getters. On the bright side, they're responsible, practical, and hardworking individuals. They're the ones who'll climb the career ladder with determination and discipline. They've got this natural sense of ambition that's admirable. They're reliable friends and partners, always there when you need them. But they can sometimes come off as too serious or even a tad bit workaholic. Their drive for success might make them seem a bit distant, and they can struggle with letting loose and having fun. They also find it difficult to talk about their feelings. And they'll always prioritise their career/job/profession over anything else. They have mad respect for their work and do it with full determination.

Song : High Hopes by Panic! At the Disco

Sun in Aquarius

People with the Sun in Aquarius are a unique breed. On the upside, they're the free spirits of the zodiac, always marching to the beat of their own drum. They're innovative thinkers, often ahead of their time, and they love shaking things up with their progressive ideas. They are also humanitarian.These are the friends you want for stimulating conversations and brainstorming sessions. They're super open-minded and accepting of others' quirks. They can sometimes come off as aloof or emotionally detached. They value their independence fiercely, sometimes to the point of seeming distant. They might even be seen as a bit rebellious, challenging the status quo just for the fun of it. However I have also seen people dislike them for no apparent reason. Maybe it's because they are so different and others have a hard time understanding them.

Song : Yosemite by Iniko

Sun in Pisces

People with the Sun in Pisces are like the dreamers of the zodiac. Honestly I think they should be fantasy writers. On the positive side, they're incredibly compassionate and empathetic, always willing to lend a listening ear or a helping hand. They have this innate ability to understand the unspoken emotions of others. Their creativity knows no bounds, often channeled into arts, music, or imaginative pursuits. They're like a sponge, soaking up vibes and feelings from their surroundings. But, there's a challenging side too. Their sensitivity can be a double-edged sword, as they easily get overwhelmed by the harsh realities of the world. Sometimes, they might struggle with setting boundaries and end up feeling drained. They find it difficult to live in the "practical World".

Song : Jericho by Iniko

[lostinforestbound]

It's finally here! I'm sorry it took me so long, with work and art projects I got completely swamped. But now it's here! I'm aware I'm posting this incredibly late so no one will see this until morning probably hahaha! Requested tag: @snoozeeebee

Rolan/M!Tiefling Tav

Third Time's the Charm - Ch.1

Rolan intends on doing great things when he finally gets to Baldur's Gate, but an utter idiot named Tav is distracting him. Unfortunately, against his better judgement, he's starting to fall for him.

Word Count: 5.9k (AO3)

Relevant Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rolan's POV, Makeout, No smut (yet) but it gets frisky, Slowburn

(If there's any tags I missed, please let me know!) NSFW, MDNI

They've been at this grove, stewing and waiting for too long. That Archdruid (Halsin was his name, he believes) might have been welcoming, but the other druids have not. Now he up and disappeared after he decided to follow a group of weak, loud, wannabe adventurers who were only out for themselves. When they cowered back inside the grove with less than half their group, he knew that this place was doomed. What's worse than all of that mess is that Lia is stubborn about leaving, and now they're in an argument again. They've been having them a lot in recent months, ever since the fall and rise of Elturel.

"-and all you care about is your stupid apprenticeship!" Lia shouts at him, his mind finally tuning back into the conversation- no, not a conversation, a damn shouting match.

Her words make him bristle and grind his teeth. How dare she? How dare she ever think this was all only for the apprenticeship? It's an insult to injury, knowing no matter what he does, trying to take care of them results in him being called selfish. What is selfish about wanting a better life for the three of them? They only have each other, their mother long gone. She's gone, and now he carries the sole responsibility of taking care of them.

She's gone.

"Take that back. Right now." He hisses, getting in her face as they glare each other down.

Cal immediately inserts himself in between the two of them, palms out in front of them both. "Can we all just take a moment? Please?"

Rolan idly notices the sweat gathering on Cal's temple as he pushes Lia back slightly by her shoulder, creating more space between all of them. He does the same to Rolan, but stays put in the middle to form a weak barrier- wait, who is that tiefling that approached? No, it doesn't matter.

"Hells, we can't just leave. They're kin!" Lia begs, almost pleading with him.

"I will not gamble our lives- our futures, on people who are as good as dead," He says somewhat calmly, though his tail still flicks behind him in irritation. "We must leave for Baldur's Gate at once."

Lia looks ready to bare her teeth at him, angry with him. She's always angry with him. "What's the point of blades and spells if we don't bloody use them?! We should stay! These people aren't fighters, we can help!"

"Or yell louder, that's fine too," Cal says with a familiar bitterness in his tone; gods, he hates that tone on Cal. He's been hearing it more often, these days.

"Have you forgotten Elturel?" A voice breaks through, and he finally acknowledges the presence beside them.

It's another tiefling, a much larger one at that. He's not part of the refugees, as he hasn't even seen him around until now. Did he just arrive here?

This one isn't that much taller than he is, only by a few inches; but hells, his mass absolutely dwarfs his own. A fighter most likely, or even worse, a barbarian. It doesn't matter which one he may be, he looks like an idiot that isn't worth his precious time.

"We should stand by our people. You know no one else will." He says lowly, giving a knowing look of both annoyance and sadness.

He loathes that look. He’s never wanted to blast someone more than in this moment. How dare he look at him as if he was some child throwing a tantrum?

"This isn't Elturel, and I'm not responsible for every damn tiefling in the world!" He exclaims, almost furious.

Lia pokes him harshly in the chest with her pointer finger, and he has to suppress a wince. "Just be responsible for yourself, then! We have to stay; it's the right thing to do."

He hates that fucking tiefling even more now. Not only has he butted into his family affairs, but now he turned his sister- Lia, even more against him. For once, why can't things go his way? Why do they not listen to him?

When did they stop listening to him?

"Zurgan. Fine! We'll stay. If we survive, it'll make for a good story, I suppose." He airs, rubbing a finger to his temple as he feels a headache form there.

For the first time in a long time, Lia gives him a genuine smile, putting a hand on his arm and squeezing. "Thank you, Rolan.” She says sincerely.

Cal now takes the calm moment to usher the two further into the grove, seeming to want to get away from the entranceway as soon as possible; for once, Rolan lets him. He doesn't pay any mind to the strange looks they get by going further into the grove with the other refugees, and he certainly doesn't pay any mind to the oaf of a tiefling that they left standing there by himself.

He decides he hates that man, and he pisses him off to no end.

"How long until Rolan shows off his Thunderwave?" Cal asks as they settle down near an old human woman's tent, who seems to be organizing some herbs in her storage crate. Something is off about her, but Rolan can’t put his finger on it. Either way, it doesn’t matter.

Lia snickers at that moment, crossing her arms over her chest. "Depends, how many people are dumb enough to ask?"

"Hah! True."

Rolan rolls his eyes, trying to dust off the dirt on his robes. He hates the smell of this damned grove, it stinks. Is he truly supposed to arrive to Lorroakan with his clothes smelling like this? He'll have to burn them, no question.

"Don't be grumpy, Rolan. We'll get to the city soon." Cal chirps, bumping his shoulder with his own.

"I am not grumpy."

"The scowl on your face would frighten a troll."

Despite the foul move he's in, he smiles at his little brother. "Heh. You're an idiot."

-----

It's been days, and that tiefling is still here.

He's heard about his many exploits; saving one of the children the druids held hostage, saving another orphan child from a group of relentless harpies, getting their money back from that tiefling brat with the eyepatch, and slaughtering Kagha. Emphasis on slaughtering.

When he came out of that grove where the ritual had stopped, he saw the amount of blood that was covering the large man. None of it was his own, he realized. The man barely had a scratch on him and seemed proud when exiting.

He caught himself staring at him many times, watching how the muscles stretched across his skin, seeing all the little imperfections. Scars, beauty spots, all the like. He internally curses himself and looks away when he feels his face growing hot.

Paying back attention to his siblings, he notices how Cal stares at the blacksmith across the way, rubbing his hands absentmindedly as he thinks of something.

"You shouldn't waste precious time on distractions. We need to head to Baldur's gate after this goblin fiasco is over." He remarks, getting up and brushing off dirt.

"Rolan." Lia warns, but he ignores her and walks away with a roll of his eyes. They need supplies, so he will go get them if they are too lazy to do so.

And, of course, the oaf is already buying them off of one of the druids. Damn it all!

"Need something?" He asks, inspecting him as if Rolan was much shorter than him.

He scoffs, even more irritated than he was originally, "I was in need of potions, but it seems you got them all already."

"What did you need?"

"It doesn't matter, you beat me to it!” He instinctively snaps, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. “Bloody health potions are so short of stock these days-"

Wordlessly, the man puts three large health potions into his arms, which, for once, renders Rolan speechless. He doesn’t even remember the original tangent he was about to go one. Something about price inflation, probably.

Staring down at the red potions in his arms, he snaps back into reality when he speaks again. "You three need it more than I do. I, at least, have a healer."

He sneers at him, gripping the potions tight. "So what, you look down on us?”

"Not at all."

"We are not charity cases,”He almost growls, baring his teeth. “What is your game here?"

"…Can I tell you a secret?"

Why is this his life? How did everything turn out this way? Why is he even entertaining this fool??

After a bit of contemplating his life choices, he finally responds. "What?"

The tiefling suddenly leans in to put his mouth near his ear, and gods he's so close. Tav was his name, wasn't it? He heard it in passing by one of his group mates. Balsam, rogue's morsel, and acorn truffle are what he smells on him, a strong scent that is surprisingly pleasant- gods, what is he thinking?! Feeling his face starting to heat up, he tries to take a step back, but Tav stills him with a hand on the back of his neck. It makes his breath catch in his throat.

Finally, Tav whispers to him, "I'm just being nice."

Tav pulls away, leaving Rolan completely dumbfounded as he continues. "I'm not trying to look down on you or be a pest, I just think you need the potions more than I do. Cause gods forbid these fucking druids try and help out people who need it." He spits with a roll of his eyes, staring directly at the Druid that was still besides them through this entire ordeal. He looks uncomfortable.

"Well, that is shockingly intelligent of you." He huffs, hoping the jab aggravated him. "Although, aren't you fighting a swarm of Goblins out there?"

"I am, but bold of you to assume they hit hard enough to hurt me." Before he could come up with another insult for his remark, Tav interjected. "Anyways, I have to return to my camp as it is getting late. Good luck to you and your siblings. Cal and Lia, right?"

He didn't have the chance to respond before the idiot sauntered off, back outside the grove. Great, now he's indebted to the bastard. Slowly, he stalks back into the grove, tying the potions to his belt as he does so.

-----

Some panic swept across the grove when people realized the goblin army planned to raid it for all it was worth. He's heard so many horror stories of slaughtered tieflings, their enemies sawing off their horns to keep as trophies or as foghorns.

If they think they could do the same to his family, they are sorely mistaken.

As others run and hide in Zevlor's war room, others stay to help fight, including himself. But, once again, the three of them can't stop arguing about their positions; he can tell Cal is getting pissed off, but so is he.

"I'm telling you to stay back. My Thunderwave will make short of any goblin that dares to come close. If you two are in the way, I'll knock you both over!"

"And I'm telling you to just get behind us! Spellcasters can't take a punch or a blade!" Lia shouts.

"Can we not argue over this? Please? How about we all line up together?"

"No." They both state and Cal immediately shuts up.

"Wow, you three must love each other very much." A familiar voice says sarcastically.

He grits his teeth and turns towards Tav. "Oh, piss off you oafish-"

"Wait! Wait, maybe Tav can help us out. Figure out positioning and whatnot?" Cal suggests quickly.

"Great idea Cal! Let's ask the professional harpy slayer."

Tav looks at them all, seeming to take in the equipment and weapons that they have on hand. In all honesty, Rolan didn't even think Tav could think.

Suddenly, Tav grabs Cal and moves him to the front, and in the next moment, he gently moves Lia to the back, leaving Rolan in the middle. "There. That's a good positioning."

"See? Easy!" Cal says cheerfully. "Now can we just-"

"Why can’t I be in the front with Cal?”

“Lia come on-“

“I want to be able to help out!”

Tav yawns briefly before explaining, "You will be helping, a lot. Both of you and Rolan are range users. You will hit goblins better by staying in the back where you'll be more effective. Cal here is in melee, with both a pike and a shield. He can protect you both and be your frontliner, while at the same time, you two cover his blind spot. Although, alternatively, you two could be next to each other, but stay behind him."

Rolan blinks slowly, processing the logic behind it. Damn it all, it's incredibly smart. Maybe Tav isn’t an idiot.

"There, good enough explanation?" He asks.

"It's great! Thank you, sincerely." Lia says, patting Tav's shoulder.

"…You're welcome." He pauses before putting a hand into his bag. "We'll kill those bastards out there, no doubt. But I would feel better if you all have this just in case."

Taking out a bright scroll, he holds it out to the three of them to take. Rolan instantly recognized it, especially with the unique binding on it.

A Resurrection Scroll.

Lia is the first to react and take it. "We won't need this, but thank you! Doesn't hurt to have a backup plan if things go wrong."

"I'll make sure it goes smoothly." He reassures, cracking his knuckles.

"What do you have planned, anyway?" Cal wonders aloud.

"I stole a bunch of smoke powder barrels in their camp and set them up along the perimeter. Anyways, they could be here any moment. Stay vigilant. If all goes super well, you won't even have to fight."

-----

They feel the explosions before they hear it. A deep rumbling in the ground that shakes them, awake and alert. There are so many of them that go off after the first one, like a domino effect. How many barrels could Tav have possibly gotten his hands on??

Unfortunately, those explosions didn’t stop a giant spider and some goblins from coming in.

Goblins were easy. He made quick work of them with his thunderwave, blasting them back into the stone wall. Though with his distraction of mentally stroking his own ego, he didn’t see the giant spider coming up until Cal quickly got to his side, blocking its oncoming fangs with his shield, the force of the bite splintering the wood.

His eyes widen, and he blasts a magic missile at the spider right as Lia shoots an arrow into one of its eyes. It screeches in pain, but it’s stubborn in its conviction. It lunges, and Cal cries out when it tears into his arm, trying to rip off his flesh.

Rolan shoots off another thunderwave in his anger and panic, killing the spider in an instant. He watches some of the legs get cut clean off, the body flying and crashing into some crates, destroying them, and its sickly green innards spilling onto the dirt floor. A disgusting sight, indeed.

“Cal!” Lia yells quickly, snapping Rolan back into reality and he quickly rushes over.

Cal is teary-eyed but tries to wave it off, even as Lia tries to get a better look. “I-I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Come here.” Rolan says maybe a little too harshly, making his brother sit down on a wayward crate and grabbing his elbow to hold it still.

“Rolan please-“

“You look close to crying! Just-“ He stops himself and takes a deep breath, eyes meeting his. “Let me help. Please.”

Cal sighs shakily but nods, letting his arm be lifted for him and Lia to see.

It’s a deep injury, but nothing deathly serious. It looks painful. The spider managed to inject some kind of poison, but Cal resisted whatever effect it could have taken.

Rolan takes out one of the health potions he’s received from Tav and carefully pours it over the injury, and it slowly seals the wound. No scar is left behind, surprisingly enough.

“Does it hurt?” Lia gently presses.

“Not anymore. Thanks, Rolan.”

He wants to yell at him so badly, the argument already bubbling up his throat. Why wasn’t he more careful? Why did he jump towards his side so quickly? He had it handled! He’s supposed to protect him, not the other way around.

Instead, he settles on, “You’re welcome.”

Knowing it’s safer, Cal leans against him quietly, and Rolan carefully holds him with Lia. It wasn’t even a close call, but it’s clear Cal needed some comfort.

No more enemies come through. There were no casualties, either.

Zevlor ends up making a speech at the gate when they check out the damage, and he’s sure others are inspired, but he’s barely paying attention to it. He doesn’t care, in all honestly. He wants to leave this fucking grove and never look back; it is by far the worst place they’ve ever stayed in, second to Avernus. Though, he might be being dramatic.

He found himself looking around for Tav, but he didn’t see him anywhere. Why was he looking for him, anyway?

When he finally spots him, he shouldn’t be shocked by the amount of gore he’s covered in, but he is. He’s completely drenched in blood, whether from the goblins or the Drow leading them. Some of it was his own since he spots injuries littering his frame. 

He shakes his head and straightens up, shifting his attention to his siblings and ignoring the warmth growing in his cheeks. “Now that this fiasco is over, we will head to Baldur’s Gate.”

“Are you serious Rolan?! Come on, there’s going to be a party!” Lia complains, bumping her hip with his. “We have to go.”

“We don’t have time for parties! Lorroakan is waiting for me, I cannot be late.”

“What’s one party, Rolan? It’s just for a night. We need to rest anyways.” Cal says, looking around the other excited tieflings. When was the last time they saw a crowd of them so happy? He certainly doesn't remember, and it makes his original conviction crack a little.

“I will not-“

Cal takes hold of one of his arms, tugging him. “Please, Rolan? Just for tonight.”

“There’ll be free wine, provided by the heroes.” Lia sing-songs, leaning against him and almost making him stumble.

“…Free wine?” He questions, genuinely thinking about it.

“And free food,” Cal confirms.

Gods, he hates the pathetic puppy-dog eyes that they use. He can’t stand to look at their faces, and he hates it even more that he's falling for it, just as he always has.

He sighs heavily in defeat, head hanging a little low. “Fine.”

“Yes!” Cal cheers, giving him a tight hug.

To his surprise, Lia joins in, the both of them crushing him. “Thank you, Rolan!”

He rolls his eyes but lets a smile break through, even when he can hardly breathe. “All this over a party?”

“It’ll be fun! You’ll see!”

He smirks knowingly, finally separating from the two. “All right all right, I trust that this will be an exceptional occasion. I look forward to seeing you say you love me while drunk, Lia.”

"As if, brother."

It doesn’t take long for Tav to offer up his area with his party members, so they gather with the Tieflings and head to the camp. It doesn’t look like much, but it’s secluded at least.

That bard, Alfira, starts decorating the place in an instant; lantern lights go up, colorful ribbons decorate the trees, and boxes get moved to the side. Others help out, including Lia, but Rolan and Cal sit back and relax for the time being.

When the party finally starts, they pass wine between the three of them.

“Can you give us a magic show, Master Rolan?” She teases.

Rolan rolls his eyes playfully. “Already?”

“Oh! Can you make an owl bear?? Or a dragon!” Cal suggests, scooting forward more on the log.

He stretches out his arms in front of him, cracking his knuckles while doing so. "Patience! Have you no respect for showmanship?"

"Having performance issues Rolan?" Cal whisper-shouts playfully, and Rolan idly notices Tav approaching.

He turns his nose up high momentarily before holding his hands out. "Hush, you. And behold!"

It's a brief performance, but amazing nonetheless if he says so himself. He makes it look like stars that spark, fly, and explode into various lights. He has always been irritated he could never make it last long, but that is what his training will be for.

He looks over at Tav as soon as he claps, seeing the way his eyes glide over the lights. His face doesn’t change in the slightest, so he can’t tell if his clapping is meant to be some sort of taunt or if he’s genuine.

Either way, he does a dramatic bow. "Adoring applause? You're too kind."

"Remember when he couldn't cast that?" Lia teases.

"They grow up so fast," Cal states.

"Never have I met such troglodytes. Now, pass the wine." Rolan demands, but a content smile is plastered on his face.

It seems Lia was about to offer Tav some of it, but when she and Rolan turn towards him, he’s already gone.

“Looks like he already got bored of you.” Lia sings to him.

“Oh hush up.” He huffs, snatching the wine bottle and taking a long drink.

He will never admit how much that comment stung. He doesn’t know why he was so bothered by it in the first place. There are many possibilities he goes over as he feels the alcohol give him a pleasant buzz; was it her wording, or was it the fact that Tav disappeared without a word? Did he get bored? 

Whatever, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care what that man thinks of him. He swears he doesn’t.

Later in the night, he drank- no, chugged wine while Cal and Lia chatted with the other tieflings partying. As much as he loved to perform for them both, even someone as great as he gets tired after using a bunch of magic in rapid succession. 

The wine wasn’t good; nothing compares to Arabellan Dry, but what else was there to drink? He refuses to partake in ale or beer, he never found the appeal of it. Honestly, it’s disgusting, and he doesn’t understand why Lia likes it so much. Cal seems to be looking for someone in particular but isn't finding them. He looks disappointed.

As he wonders about Cal and debates checking in on him, he doesn’t notice the brute approaching him until his giant form sits next to him with his own alcohol, the bark of the fallen tree groaning from the extra weight. He covers up how it startled him quickly, tilting his head up towards the brute with a bored expression.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing. I’m here to drink.” He says nonchalantly, sipping on the wine bottle. “Impressive display of magic earlier.”

His nose scrunches up, yellow eyes settling on his flaming ones with a glare. “Was that sarcasm?”

“No. Are you self-taught?”

Of all the things he expected tonight, it wasn’t this. Tav, a person who hits things and asks questions later, is curious about him? He wonders if he has an ulterior motive.

He pushes the thought to the back burner of his brain for now but approaches the conversation cautiously. “I am! And a man with many talents, may I add. I’m going straight to Baldur’s Gate to learn from the best: The Great Lorroakan.”

He sees the imposing Tiefling roll his eyes, putting his bottle down to stare out at the water surrounding the camp. Tav looks a little different, in the moonlight. Seeing him up close is a different experience entirely, and now he can see every little detail about him, including how he was shirtless-

Wait, did he just roll his eyes?

“What?” He demands, posture straightening as he grows defensive.

“Nothing. Just heard he’s a cad is all.” He mutters, deciding to pick the bottle back up and taking a long swig.

“Common gossip and rumors! He’s the greatest wizard in all of Baldur’s Gate. I’ve never imagined he would answer my letters.” He states with a happy sigh, idly swirling the liquid in his bottle. “I will become his apprentice as soon as I arrive. I cannot be late, yet Cal and Lia insist that this party is a wonderful idea. An adoring crowd, fine wine - I daresay this place is almost civilized.”

“Do you regret staying?”

“Of course I do. But Cal and Lia…” He trails off for only a moment but snaps back to it. “They deserve to have some fun for a little while. We’ll leave at dawn, either way.”

The Tiefling stares at him for a moment, seeming to be searching his face. For what, Rolan had no idea. Some kind of lie, perhaps?

“All right then. Good luck to you.” Tav eventually settles on.

“…That’s it??” He exasperates.

“If you’re looking for someone to argue with, find someone else.”

“You-“

“You talk too much.”

He settles a death glare on Tav's form. “Prick.”

Tav slowly looks at him with his own glare, determined to play his game. “Entitled fuck.”

“Dumb oaf.”

“Prickly bastard.”

They both stare each other down, faces too close but neither of them breaks their stare. He feels Tav's hot breath ghosting over his lips, and the tension could be cut with a knife.

“You’re insufferable.” Tav huffs, suddenly gripping Rolan’s jaw and kissing him firmly.

He moans in surprise at the force but isn’t against it. In fact, his face gets incredibly red before he remembers he can kiss back.

It’s not like this is his first kiss. He’s given and received kisses before, he’s not some kind of reserved prude. But this is the first one that’s so heavy. Hot. He’s completely out of practice and can do nothing but grip Tav's thicker forearm.

Something about being desirable to Tav makes him throb in his pants, though it also may be the way Tav's tongue is tracing his bottom lip, seeking entry.

Tav's free hand trails to his rear and squeezes, making him inhale sharply; a perfect opportunity for Tav to slide his tongue in to taste him. He knows he's losing his composure and by extension, himself, but what's the harm in indulging in this? It's pathetic, but he's never felt so desired up until this moment, even if this ends up being a fling.

Why did the thought of this being a fling make him feel hollow?

He pulls away to give himself space and to breathe, but Tav doesn't pause, kissing along his jaw and ear. "My tent is west of here if you're interested. No one will hear us."

He shudders at the feeling of sharp teeth grazing the edge of his ear, teasing and provoking. Swallowing, he nods, and Tav pulls him away from the party towards a more secluded part of the area. He hopes that Lia and Cal didn't see him, but they most likely did. He’ll never hear the end of it when he returns.

Almost clumsily, Rolan finds himself in Tav’s tent quickly after, their kissing getting more heated between them. It was a strange feeling, exchanging breaths with someone else, but it felt good. Better than he thought.

They settle down on the floor of the tent, him sitting in Tav’s lap as they continue their make-out. Their tongues dance almost…lovingly. No, he can’t be reading into it right. They barely know each other; he's overthinking again.

He feels his large hands attempting to find the hem of his robes, and he seems to find it quickly as if from experience. Fingers start to dance across the bare skin of his back, running up the ridges of his spine. He sighs out shakily, goosebumps prickling out as his tail anxiously flicks about. Nerves hit him like a loose carriage, fast and suddenly, settling into the pit of his stomach. He felt cold, heart racing a mile a minute.

Why? This was good. Everything was good. This was supposed to feel good.

Why isn’t it?

He’ll give it time. It’s normal to be nervous about this kind of thing, right? Most definitely his lack of experience is a contributor, and doesn’t he deserve this after all his hardship? What’s the harm in pleasure for at least a night.

He feels his back hit the bedroll, warm calloused hands trailing over to the front of his body instead. Their kisses were feverish, desperate, and pent-up. All Rolan could do was grip the bedding below him as nails teased the textured skin of his sternum, a hand rolling a nipple between two fingers.

Tav’s lips go to his neck, finger tips trailing teasingly down his stomach before he begins to palm at his crotch through his smalls-

He can’t do it.

A cold sweat beads on the back of Rolan’s neck, panic and bile rising in his throat as it closes. He can’t do it, and he quickly grabs Tav’s arm with a death grip with wide eyes. “W-Wait, stop!”

Tav immediately gets his hands off of him, giving him space to move. His head reels from the sudden adrenaline, but also because Tav’s stoic demeanor is no longer present, and the man genuinely looks concerned. Fearful, even. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! No.” He reassures quickly, but his vulnerable mind is scattered and unfocused as he sits up.

There’s so many reasons why he couldn’t do this, but he can’t pin one down. Surely, Tav deserves an explanation, so he rushes to think of one.

It’s too soon, he hasn’t done this before, and this isn’t the place for it, he’s not a degenerate, his siblings are nearby, Tav is too imposing, it might hurt, it’s too vulnerable, he’s never been with a man, he’s never been with anyone, this is the wrong place to do it, he’s a coward, he’s scared-

“I can’t.” He grimaces, with no actual reason good enough to say out loud. Part of him is worried about what Tav would say; would he be upset with him? On one hand, if he does, Rolan knows that Tav was never worth his time. But on the other, he found Tav not as insufferable as he thought, and he may have just ruined the strange bond they made by stopping everything. Gods, he is pathetic, isn’t he?

Tav sighs slowly in relief, sitting back. “That’s okay.”

It’s not good enough, not for Rolan. As a wizard, he demands answers for a multitude of reasons when things happen. It’s only fair that he gives an explanation, is it not? Finally, he pins down a reason he could give: he doesn’t want to do it after having so much wine. There, that should do it.

Before he could start his tangent, he felt a hand cover his mouth.

“I don’t need a reason. It’s okay.”

He’s about to argue, completely insulted, but it gets muffled by the hand on his mouth.

“You don’t ever have to explain to me why you want to stop.” He says, finally moving his hand away. “I’m sorry if you felt like you couldn’t say no to me earlier.”

“I did want it.” He assured quickly, because he did. He truly did. Why did he panic?

“But you changed your mind.” He began, not unkindly.

“I did.”

“That’s fine.” He says with a small shrug. “If you want, we can keep kissing. Nothing further than that.”

He laughs in disbelief, running a hand down his sweaty face. “And why would we do that?”

“Doesn’t hurt to have company for a night. Besides-“ He gently takes hold of his chin, tilting his face up. “You seemed to enjoy what we were doing. Why not indulge? Just for one night.”

He smirks up at him, leaning forward with false confidence. “Am I that irresistible?”

“You have a pretty face.” He noted, swiping his thumb across his kiss-bruised lip before kissing him again.

The kiss is lazy and less heated, but it makes his heart pound all the same. Being held so tenderly is new, and he’s growing attached.

He cannot have attachments. What is he thinking? 

After kissing for a little longer, he lets himself be held in the bedroll as they lay down, indulging in the quiet night with Tav. They didn’t need to discuss what happened or question it. It’s exchanging favors. For Rolan, it’s just wanting the comfort of another body near him, letting him pretend that he’ll have something like this in the future. One day, he’ll be good enough for someone. He’s not sure what this does for Tav exactly, but he seems content to hold him.

“You can ask for more if you’d like.”

“I’d rather not embarrass myself more than I already have.” He barks before glancing at him in apology, eyes softer.

“Would it help if I said I will keep my mouth shut about this?” Tav suggested, pushing some hair away from his face.

He shifts to glance at his face, seeing if he is genuine. He can never read his face that well, but when he makes his judgment, he sighs and takes one of Tav’s hands, lacing his fingers through his.

“This is pathetic, I know.”

“I don’t think it’s pathetic.” He mumbles, squeezing his hand. “This is nice for me, too.”

Rolan feels himself relax more, body almost relieved that this hasn’t been rejected.

“What will you do, when you finally get your apprenticeship figured out?” Tav asks in the quiet.

“I’ll learn everything I can about all schools of magic. Then I can put on a real show for Cal and Lia.”

“They seem to love your shows already, why change them?”

“It’ll be different.” He pledged, “Bigger, better, and more sustainable. I’ll make them last so much longer, I’ll bring it more colors, and the illusion will look realistic. You will see.”

“I’m sure they’ll be great.” He yawns, nuzzling into the back of his neck.

“I will show you when you reach to Baldur’s Gate, my friend.”

There’s no response, only a quiet snore greets him. At first, he’s annoyed, but it’s hard to be angry when he is just as exhausted from today. For now, he falls asleep in his arms, hoping that for once no nightmares haunt him.

The Tiefling beside him is still fast asleep when he wakes at dawn, though he’s impressed by how the man can sleep through the screeching birds outside.

Quickly, he fixes his robes and hair, trying to not look like a mess. Cal and Lia are surely going to tease him, knowing he never returned to their tent. He debates on whether to wake the idiot up to say goodbye, but that seems foolish. He needs to sleep, and they need to head to Baldur’s gate immediately.

So he opens the tent, sparing one more look back before leaving.

He cannot create attachments. Not now, not ever. Not until he’s done with his apprenticeship.

[hotdogdynamitezzz]

Sister Moon Sign Dynamics 1

Gemini & Sagittarius Moons

The astrology of the sister moon sign basically Gemini Moon are rational creative thinkers who are always coming up with schemes to mess themselves up or mess others up because they are self destructive rascals who like to test the limits that with themselves and others because they're naturally curious and seek to uncover patterns. this makes them work well with Sagittarius moons because Sagittarius are action-oriented and they like to test the limits physically. Sagittarius are also looking to uncover patterns but more so within concepts and theories as they are the sign that rules over philosophy.

When this Duo is together they are quite chaotic but they also enjoy each other's company and they both have a low attention span. Therefore this makes it easy for them to always entertain each other with new ideas new topics and learn from one another. this is the true partners in crime duo because Gemini's always coming up with fun plans and ideas and Sagittarius is always down for them.

Oftentimes the person acting out the plan or schemes on the front will be a Sagittarius moon in the person behind the scheme is a Gemini Moon. Sagittarius gets a bad rap for being unloyal but these people are devoted when it comes to taking action for you so Sagittarius will be devoted to Gemini Moon by constantly being down for them they'll be down for any adventure or any plan, they will always be there when the gemini moon wants to do something.

Gemini moons actually help keep Sagittarius moons in check because Sagittarius easily gets carried away or too excited while Gemini knows how to rationalize Sagittarius and help organize their thoughts with their Mercurial influence. Sagittarius helps Gemini feel more at ease will also lightning up the room they like to show them new perspectives as Gemini can easily become nitpicky or critical of themselves and others Gemini is a naturally anxious sign so Sagittarius helps them feel at home.

I truly think Gemini moons honesty can be just as brutal to Sagittarius Moon's so Gemini's are the best sign to keep Sagittarius in check because they understand them but they also aren't afraid to tell Sagittarius the truth using logic and reason when Sagittarius acts purely based off of their feelings in situations that require a level head. Gemini Moons tend to be much colder on the surface while Sagittarius moons are much warmer.

This particularly makes them an interesting duo because they both have that soft and tough duality to them. Gemini moons appear cold on the outside but they are very friendly soft and sensitive on the inside well Sagittarius moons are very sensitive friendly and passionate on the outside but on the inside they're very resilient and tough. I think this adds to the whole Devil versus Angel exterior they present when they are together.

Usually because they're so polar with their mindsets they actually tend to not work that great together in group projects because Sagittarius wants to go full-out, they don't think of rational ideas they always want to come up with the original and extravagant ideas. While Gemini wants to make something easy efficient and logical. however once Sagittarius gets over their stubborn ego (I'm saying this as a sag moon 💀) they eventually work really well together and come up with the greatest ideas.

Leo & Aquarius Moons

These two moon signs are funny to witness together. Usually, Aquarius is so chill that Leo gets annoyed by how calm and indifferent Aquarius is, wondering why they lack passion. However Aquarius moons have this fire in them that balance a Leo moons individual spark. Aquarius the sign of humanity is incredibly sacrifical as theytend to think that no one is special and everyone is the same. So naturally they try to give their best to everyone as they believe everyone is equal and deserves the same respect. Leo moons on the other hand believe everyone has a special unique charm to them, everyone has something that makes them different and stand out but they don't believe that someone is above another

They believe that everyone has different qualities that can be used for something great. Leo's see a lot of potential in people being the sign associated with Fame and ruling over the heart. There's always a fire burning within Leo's why was Aquarius there's always space to be explored within their mind. Leo shows Aquarius what life is, while Aquarius shows Leo's how to work with people and how to make things happen within a community.

Because sometimes Leo's can become stubborn to the point where they don't like to work with people they like to do everything on their own but Aquarius knows that's not how Leo's will get recognition. They need to work with people in order to make great things happen. Aquarius also shows Leo the perspectives and understanding behind the worlds problems. As, sometimes Leo's can be so caught up in their own head and in their own game they don't realize what other people are going through around them

Aquarius shows that part of humanity that Leo's ignore due to being focused on their own passions. Leo's are very generous they rule over the heart so they do often care for and protect other people and have high emotional intelligence, but they can get so caught up with their passion they lose sight of other paths or other directions.

Aquarius numbs Leo's Ego, Leo's commonly tear themselves apart and they're usually very insecure or they acted very arrogant to compensate for their insecurities. Therefore Aquarius knows how to show Leo that not everything comes from the ego and you can detach yourself to the point where not everything feels like a personal attack.

This Duo is like musical instruments to me they playoff one another's ideas they bounce off of each other and they harmonize. They are both very passionate although Leo exudes the passion from outside well Aquarius keeps it inside but they are both very focused on what they want in life.

They both usually ever since kids think they are meant to change the world and make it a better place to their own values. They feed off of each other's energy but you can often find them as rivals as it's a battle between mind and ego personified. I usually think this pairing could become famous bandmates or something can showcase their creative talents and their dedication towards them.

Taurus & Scorpio Moons

Taurus aims to get out of their comfort zone but is too scared to do so, while Scorpios aim for stability. Taurus is grounded practical and reasonable they see things how they are and they operate off of that. they often solidify whatever is put in front of them. they're naturally cautious and competent people. They do enjoy the Finer Things in life and find it necessary in order to make them feel comfortable wherever they are. Usually they have a favourite bag that makes the biggest difference when they set out to achieve their goals and feel off when they don't have their material items that comfort them.

They probably have Lucky Charms that they bring with them because although they're very practical they are open to superstitious beliefs long as there is reason for them see it working in their life. Scorpio Moon's on the other hand are trying to find stability. A Scorpio moon's biggest fear is losing everything they worked hard for like their home or a relationship. Any significant foundation in their life that can be threatened is their biggest fear as they were exposed to losing these things as kids and often unfairly and in a tragic event.

They know what it's like to lose everything and feel empty. This is why they are seen as controlling and skeptical. They're also known for being obsessive because they don't want anything to fall apart or be taken advantage of under their watch. Taurus moons on the other hand are exalted therefore they are used to living in comfort and being cared for physically on the emotional plane, because their mom was very practical and logical usually gifting items or cooking food as a type of support.

While Scorpio moons are used to being criticized, blackmailed, or micro-managed by their mom or family. Scorpio moons like Taurus moons because they don't try to control the Scorpio Moon and provide an emotional and physical support system for the Scorpio they can't find anywhere else.

Scorpios appreciate actions over words because they know words can be empty or used as forms of blackmail and Taurus are naturally action-oriented and care through physical affection or acts of service. This is highly valued by Scorpio Moons because they feel safest with this type of support. And for once in their lives don't feel the need to question it.

Scorpio moons do transform Taurus moons through helping them believe in the unknown. They show Taurus that not every problem can be seen nor fixed and are good at protecting Taurus moons from people with bad intentions.

Taurus moons do have good boundaries with people but oftentimes they question if they even know who to trust or not, while Scorpio moons can instinctively feel out who is trustworthy and who isn't. This dynamic is based off of trust and boundaries.

Taurus Moon's build-up Scorpio news sense of self-worth and help them understand is worth their time or hard work and what isn't. Scorpios make a Taurus realize that in order for relationships or projects to progress they have to integrate change instead of everything staying the same.

Taurus are usually quite uncomfortable with conflict but they understand it's needed sometimes with Scorpios help. they're both stubborn and quite devoted which gives them the superpower never losing track of what they want in life. They both don't let people into their lives easily because they either click with you or they don't and understand how important energy is to them so they do self-preserve themselves to an extent.

However Scorpio moons often fall trap to trying to rescue people those people are Taurus moons and sometimes they're not. Either way Scorpio Moons learn how to self-preserve healthily instead of blocking people out, and don't act or form opinions based on assumptions right away due to understanding from Taurus that there should be healthy balances in what a Scorpio moon feels.

They're both highly sensual and appreciate the desires in life, using it to their full power and feeling valued as a pair even as they go through tough situations. They both like power and knowing they can't be taken advantage of by others through their personal power.

[chronicbitchsyndrome]

i feel like before you complain about how "former gifted kids are always acting like they're oppressed because everyone doesn't treat them like they're special anymore," i think you should probably try to understand the common timeline that a kid getting funneled into the gifted program follows.

usually, a child starts getting funneled into gifted tracks around preschool-to-kindergarten. typically, what will happen is a kid will show socially unusual interest in and affinity for a basic life skill that also happens to be taught in school--usually either verbality, reading/writing, understanding and manipulating shapes, or basic numerical concepts, or some combination of the above. they might start talking fairly early, for example, or start reading complete sentences earlier than their peers, or show a lot of unusual interest in basic arithmetic. they might get IQ tested, they might not; this is pretty irrelevant because IQ both has almost no correlation with any measure of "intelligence" other than the IQ test itself, and is an extremely poor predictor of academic success.

based on this, the parents are encouraged to push this child into academic settings earlier and at a faster pace than their peers. once in grade school, they'll be funneled into the gifted track. often, they'll have to "test in" to the gifted track, but they tend to weight what the kid is showing an affinity for the most when "testing in." what the gifted track looks like is different for every school, but generally the common factors are more work, assigned at a faster pace, and dealing with concepts that their "typical" peers are not taught until a year or more later.

this is where the most common timeline becomes important, and diverges from what i think a lot of people's perceptions of gifted kids are. the kid fails. the kid does not have some kind of magical universal affinity for every aspect of academia. in fact, the kid has, in the context of their neurotypical peers setting the standard by which they have to live up to, significant deficits in areas other than the one they showed interest in at a young age. for example, maybe they started reading incredibly early, but once they get to grade school, they start failing every math test. they write numbers backwards and copy them from the board in the wrong order. they get basic arithmetic wrong.

here's the thing: the gifted kid program accidentally self-selects for developmentally disabled children with academic splinter skills. splinter skills are incredibly common in people with developmental disabilities; frequently, they don't get perceived as such because they're very often completely nonacademic (and may not be perceived as a "skill" at all, particularly in the context of more profound developmental disabilities--someone learning to use AAC very quickly, for example, is still perceived as a deficit no matter how quickly they do it, instead of a skill in developing communication methods with significantly less support and interaction than those who learn to communicate verbally). developmentally disabled people with academic splinter skills are significantly more common than abled people with an uncommon affinity for all areas of academia, or abled people with splinter skills.

once a kid starts failing, generally the timeline splits off into two possibilities, mostly dependent on how supportive their parents are, how well-funded their school is, and what psychiatric resources are available in their area of the country. option one is that they just keep failing, and get punished more and more violently over time for their perceived "stubbornness." they are perceived as obviously capable of doing the work the gifted program is assigning them, since they were tracked into the gifted program to begin with, and their grades in this other specific subject are stellar, so obviously they're just lazy and need to be whipped into shape via punishment.

the other option is that the kid's developmental disability is clocked by a teacher or counselor, or even their parents, and enough strings are pulled to get them evaluated by a school psychologist. then, they'll get dual-tracked into the gifted program and the special ed program, with classes divided along where their splinter skills and deficits lie. the special ed program is not actually a good place for disabled children and is incredibly traumatizing to be in.

either way, they come out of school with a significant amount of trauma. legitimate trauma. from being a disabled person in the public education system, which fucking sucks and is an awful experience i wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

[saintsenara]

I know you responded with a meme, but if you're able I'd love to hear your thoughts on harry/hermione 👀

fine. i'll scream into a pillow periodically and get through this...

obviously, i don't actually find the concept of harmony sincerely upsetting - people shipping things is never that deep, and because, as i've said before, i subscribe to the principle that any pairing is possible if you just have enough nerve. i've been recommended some harmony fics by people who are fonder of the ship, and while i've not found them immediately compelling, i do appreciate that there are plenty of people who disagree.

but my feelings are basically the same for harmony as they are for dramione: that it's never done interestingly.

harmony is - like all hermione pairings except [broadly] romione - a breeding ground for fanon!hermione, who is perfect and flawless and so clever she can solve millennia-old mysteries in afternoon. i hate this version of the character because i find her boring - it's just standard self-insert stuff, which is fine but not something i have any interest in reading. i similarly dislike the version of harry who appears in these stories, who ends up - like all men in hermione pairings except [broadly] ron - being either this impossibly sophisticated and suave intellectual with the body of a greek god or a doormat who's happy to shut the fuck up forever and do whatever she says.

[i also hate - obviously, since he's my king - the way harmony stories are often even more egregious than dramione ones in writing ron as a cruel and violent misogynist who is ontologically indistinct from your average death eater. and i think it somewhat proves my point that neither of these ships work particularly well that this character assassination has to take place in order to make them plausible...]

and i think the flattening of harry and hermione's personalities within most harmony is the main thing which keeps the ship from being interesting. because - while i certainly don't go in for the common anti-harmony argument that harry actively dislikes hermione - it's undeniable that there is a lot about the two of them which wouldn't be conducive to a harmonious [lol] relationship.

their communication styles - hermione works through problems by debating them, harry prefers not to be challenged - are the obvious one. their ways of expressing affection - hermione shows people she cares about them by nagging them and meddling in their lives, harry very much does not - are another. they have extremely different views about authority, they decompress in different ways [harry is someone who clearly needs to keep physically active to clear his head, hermione is much more of a homebody], and harry's impulsiveness is a poor match for hermione's fondness for planning.

they are also similar in ways which would cause them to butt heads. both have a tendency towards obsessiveness, which they rely in canon on ron pulling them out of. both have a significant capacity for cruelty and extremely black-and-white moral codes - harry has a tendency towards forming judgements on people and situations based on whether they are people he likes or things he benefits from [i.e. how he's appalled by dobby's treatment because his masters are the malfoys, but doesn't give a shit about kreacher's because his abusive master is sirius], while hermione tends to regard any rule-breaking she does as justified even if she'd regard it as outrageous from anyone else [i.e. her fury over harry appearing to use felix felicis to improve's ron's performance at quidditch when she herself confunded cormac mclaggen to get him onto the team...]. both have a tendency towards giving people the silent treatment when they're angry. both are incredibly stubborn...

and so on.

obviously, they also have positive qualities in common too - a shared loyalty, for one - but it always seems to me that the standard move in harmony is for authors to completely ignore these conflicting traits, either really over-egging what makes harry and hermione compatible platonically in the books or just inventing similarities [especially intellectual ones] to justify the pairing. whereas i would much prefer to see just how difficult it would be for harry and hermione to fall and sustain being in love with each other, and i've never seen that done compellingly.

but the conflict i'd love to see explored in harmony fics most of all, but which never seems to be acknowledged by fans of the pairing, is that [despite the fanon slander that ron is the person who behaves poorly towards her] harry is often horrible to hermione and hermione is often scared of harry.

this is at its most profound after ron leaves the horcrux hunt in deathly hallows, but we see several times throughout canon that - if ron isn't there to mediate between them - harry often treats hermione in a way which can be considered downright cruel. if she criticises him in a way he considers unjustifiable, he tends to side with other people against her [ron in prisoner of azkaban over the firebolt; ginny in half-blood prince over snape's textbook]. if she tries to reason with him he often beats her down with the force of his emotions [i.e. when she tries to get him to think about whether his vision of sirius in the department of mysteries might be a trick] or his convictions [i.e. when he lures her into near-death by being certain that nagini is really bathilda bagshot], and she often ends up having to soothe or appease him when he's the one who's screamed at her.

hermione is also scared more generally of harry's experiences - she's by far the least amenable of the trio to talking about voldemort [even though she says his name earlier than ron does] - and mission, which puts up a barrier between them which will be difficult to bring down post-war. i think there's something which could be really interesting there - the most interesting dynamic in hinny, after all, is when harry and ginny's tendency to not actually be honest with each other is explored - but unfortunately at the minute that sort of character work is drowning in a sea of "ron is so stupid and harry and i just love talking about classic literature, come darling, put on your leather trousers and let us solve world hunger; i look like emma watson" nonsense.

dull!

[animeomegas]

do you have any thoughts on what L and Light's 'type' for an alpha might be? sort of like their ideal partner (or if they'd even have one). they're both incredibly stubborn omega's who prefer to operate outside of traditional roles so i imagine an alpha who is similar that way would be most appealing

- 🖤

This is a very interesting thought exercise, because you're right, both Light and L are very... ah... unique? Lol. I'm just going to do Light, because I'm blanking on L right now... Okay, here are my thoughts:

Light:

Light does not have an 'ideal alpha', not really. He certainly pretends to have one. If someone asks, he'll say something about having an alpha that works hard and takes care of their family, but that is only part of his 'perfect omega' façade.

I think for him to get with an alpha, he'd need someone that he'd known since childhood. Someone who had seen him before he'd been able to keep his perfect image up. Someone who had seen the real him and then been able and willing to love him anyway.

Light wants someone that he can trust 100%. He wants to be able to tell them he's Kira, and have them help him.

He wants someone that is decently intelligent, so that others can't easily take advantage of them, but they don't have to be as smart as he is. Average to above average intelligence is fine by him.

I think he wants an alpha that swings non-traditional in their opinions and views, but is still capable of holding up the traditional alpha façade to match his. He would want them to have a good job that pays well, ideally in a respectable industry. He would want them to dress well in socially acceptable fashion. He would want them to be comfortable doing 'alpha' things like ordering for him in restaurants, even pulling out his chair for him. Anything that helps Light's image in the early game.

If Light ever gets to legendary ruler status, then the perfect alpha thing can slip. Light would probably prefer for his alpha to raise his two children at home. (I think Light would want two because of the whole heir and spare thing, yikes.)

Light also probably wants an alpha that's a good speaker. Not necessarily giving speeches or anything, but with the people in their lives. A good actor wouldn't go amiss either.

Light's ideal type would also be obsessed with him. He definitely reciprocates though. He thrives in a weird, toxic co-dependency.

[turtletaubwrites]

I Carry A Darkness ~ Part 21

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader, Sanji X Robin

This is part 21 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

Word Count: 4255

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link (Ch. 11 of We've All Got Needs cont.)

Summary: Your crew leaves their home behind, and you hunt for your missing lover. Can your family come together as chaos wracks the city?

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Cigarettes, They're Gross, Don't Smoke, Smut, ANGST, Relationship Drama, Emotional Hurt/No Comfort, Mild Violence, Polyamory, Pet Names, Vaginal Fingering, Porn with Feelings

A/N: !!SPOILER WARNING!! Spoilers for the anime for the Water 7 arc. Heeeyy, I hope you like DRAMA. And possibly crying. But you can have a tiny bit of sweetness, and a lil smut at the end, as a treat 💜

Extra A/N: We will get to see more of reader's weapons in this chapter, so just below the cut I've included a description, and reference photos and videos. Feel free to skip if you're not interested, I just love these weapons so much. I've also added this description to the We've All Got Needs Masterlist in case you want to check it out later.

Modified Tonfa ~ Reader's Weapons

Usopp designed these weapons based of off the reader's description of her favorite weapon to watch students practice with when she would pass a martial art's studio on her way to and from school. Luckily Zoro was forced to practice with weapons besides swords, and his stubbornness to be the best meant that he is skilled enough to train the Reader with this technique (at least up to a point).

Typically tonfa are made of wood, but her weapons are made of metal, and they are modified so that poison darts can be released from a distance, as well as poisoned metal spikes like thorns can be used in defensive positions.

The Reader utilizes her knowledge as a botanist to locate and use poisonous plants for these weapons.

One is dark purple and is called Blackout Tonfa, whose poison causes enemies to fall unconscious. The other is bright green and is called Daydream Tonfa. Its poison causes foes to hallucinate.

I Really Like This Short Competition Demo

Super Short But Awesome Tonfa Technique Demo

Patricia Ja Lee Tonfa Fight

I Carry A Darkness ~ Part 21

There was no way to pack up everything. You had to choose which supplies would be the most difficult to replace. Your plants, seeds, herbs, and tinctures, you wrapped everything you could fit as carefully as you could, using your clothes to wrap the glass items so you could fit more. 

Everyone was frantic, bouts of crying kept bubbling up while the crew prepared to leave their home behind. 

You gripped your practice tonfa, strapping them to the belt Usopp had made for you. 

Usopp…

His bloody, rage filled face, and his stinging words haunted you. 

‘You don’t want weak people on your crew do you?’

Clenching your jaw, you were determined to find Robin before you let yourself fall to pieces.

I need to be stronger. 

You crept through the hallway, the crew all lost in their own packing to notice. 

Holding your breath, you snuck into Usopp's quarters, guilt riding you. 

Luckily he hadn’t hidden the box. Zoro had made him promise not to let you have the modified tonfa outside of practice.

It’s not his decision.

You grabbed the two tonfa, one dark purple and the other bright green, tears welling in your eyes. Memories of all the time spent with Usopp, how hard he’d worked to make the incredible weapons, how excited he always was when you’d improve your skills. 

Biting your lip, you left a piece of paper in the box.

‘Thank you.’

~

You had hidden Usopp’s gifts in your luggage, struggling to make them fit. Chopper was kind enough to use his human form to carry your luggage along with his medical supplies and books. 

Finding an inn was easy, but you felt blank as you followed along. Zoro led you into a room, closing the door, and you realized he’d set you up with a room alone together. You hadn’t noticed while they were paying, your eyes stuck on the floor. 

He helped you set down the small bags you’d been carrying, and tried to pull you toward the bed. 

You wouldn’t budge. 

“We need to find Robin.” 

Zoro looked at the ground, taking a breath before gripping your shoulders. 

“She’s strong, Needy, she’ll be okay. We’ll look for her in the morning.” 

“She wasn’t okay when the admiral came. We couldn’t protect her.”

“Needy, we can’t help her if we don’t take care of ourselves.”

His tone was driving you fucking crazy. How calm he’d been through all the pain today, as if it didn’t affect him at all. His words felt condescending, as if you were a child, someone useless who couldn’t help.

“How would you feel if it was me out there? What if I was missing?”

You pulled back from his grasp, hands starting to gesture with your words as heat bubbled in you. 

“That’s different.”

“How, Zoro? She’s part of this crew too.”

He stepped toward you, his mouth opening, then closing without a word.

“Why is it different, Zoro? Is it because you’re fucking me, or because I’m weak?”

“Whoa, Needy,” he breathed, eyes going wide as he reached for you again. 

But you walked away, turning back to look at him while your arms shook, and your voice pitched higher.

“No, Zoro. You don’t understand how I feel right now. I can’t fucking shut down my feelings like you can.”

Zoro’s face went from concern to confusion, his brows furrowing as he crossed his arms.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Do you even care about Robin and Usopp,” you questioned, voice raising, shaking with anger. You felt out of control, unable to stop the poison flinging from you. 

“Do you even care about me? Or are fucking and fighting the only things you know how to do?”

You watched Zoro’s jaw clench, his breathing shift, and you recognized his anger. He hadn’t shown it in a while, but you remembered how he looked when he was pushed over the edge.

You’d just never pushed him like this.

“Isn’t that why you’re with me, Needy? So I can make you strong, and fuck you into the ground? Isn’t that all you want from me?”

His voice was low and dangerous, and you wanted to scream at him. You almost did. Your voice was still raised though, your arms pointing at him, pleading and accusing.

“I want you, Zoro! I want the real you, who’s funny, who’s caring, who’s fucking loyal-”

“Ha, you’re one to talk.”

The bitter edge in his voice shot you through with nausea.

“Excuse me?”

“Fuck, I don’t like this, Needy,” he panted shaking his arms at his sides as he started to pace back and forth.

“I don’t fucking like it either, Zoro. Would you give up on me so easily?” 

He spun, coming to face you. Not too close, but his eyes were heavy as they bore into yours.

“I would never give up on you.”

You swallowed down the heat in your throat, fighting tears as you crossed your arms.

“I’m going to look for her.”

With a sigh, he shook his head slightly before nodding.

“Okay, Needy. I’m sorry,” he rushed, holding his hands out like he was calming a stray animal. “Let’s uh. Let’s go look for an hour, alright? But then we need to sleep so we can look more tomorrow.”

You crumpled then, hands covering your face as your knees went weak. Zoro was right there, holding you against his chest. 

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s all good, Needy. I’m sorry.”

~ 

Zoro had practically carried you back after your futile hour of searching. You crashed hard, not even changing clothes, not even waiting for Zoro to lay beside you before you were out. 

There was a brief moment of peace as you woke, before the previous day came crashing onto you, heavy and sick. Zoro wasn’t in the room

He’d left a note on the bed. 

‘On the roof. Couldn’t sleep.’

You crushed it in your hand, and hated yourself for your thoughts. 

He can fall asleep anywhere. I guess yesterday got to him after all.

A soft knock made you gasp, and sudden fear shot through you.

“It’s me, Angel. Are you awake?”

Sanji’s voice was so hushed, but you climbed out of bed to run to it. 

When he closed the door behind him he wrapped his arms around you, holding the back of your head while he buried his face in your hair. 

“Are you alright, my love?”

“No, Sanji.”

He sighed, nodding his head against you. 

“Of course you aren’t.”

You pulled away, rushing to grab a change of clothes. 

“Can we go look for Robin now?”

He looked up at the ceiling, his face drawn when he met your gaze again. 

“I stood lookout all night near the shore. In case she came back to the Merry.”

He shook his head at your widened eyes, then pulled out a cigarette. 

“She never said anything about leaving.”

You started scrambling into clean clothes, noticing that he looked away instead of watching you. 

“She wouldn’t just leave, Sanji. Something happened to her. She wouldn’t leave.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he said, voice heavy. “Let’s go find the others.”

~

You found Chopper with Zoro on the roof, Luffy perched on the edge of the neighboring building, looking away from his crew. 

“-injured. He could barely even stand up. And now he probably has a fever!”

“Chopper, that’s enough, okay. Don’t talk about him anymore.”

Your jaw fell open at Zoro’s words, and you knelt by Chopper, taking his hoof into your hand. 

Sanji stepped between you as you shot a heated look at your swordsman.

“We’re going to look in town for Robin today. If anything happens, we should use this inn as the meetup point.”

Chopper followed Sanji's voice, trembling. 

“I’ll come with you! Do you… do you think we’re gonna find her?”

“We don’t have any clues where to look. But I just have this feeling that she’s still here, somewhere.”

Sanji’s words made you feel a bit of relief. Knowing that someone else cared about finding her as much as you did. 

You went to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Laying your face against his shoulder, you breathed him in, the stale smoke and dirty clothes not hindering the comfort his scent gave you. 

Nami’s voice broke your calm, yelling to Luffy about someone named ‘Iceberg.’

The mayor and shipwright had been shot in his home, and the city was on high alert. Luffy and Nami shared that they had met Iceberg the day before, and you gasped as Luffy launched himself off the roof to go check on him, with Nami racing to follow.

“On that note, let’s go find Robin,” Sanji said, before turning back to Zoro as he sat against the wall. “What about you?”

“I think I’ll just wait a while. See how things turn out.”

You stared at Zoro as he put his hands behind his head, getting comfortable. 

He doesn’t give a fuck about Robin. Does he care about anything?

You hit the elevator button for your floor instead of the ground level.

“Wha-”

“I need to grab something.”

~

You left the room, heading back to meet them at the elevator before Sanji stepped in front of you. 

“What are you doing, Angel? Are those armed?”

“Sanji, I need to be able to protect myself. I’m ready. And it’s not your decision.”

Sanji clenched his jaw as he looked at your tonfa, the purple and green giving the modified versions away. He kept staring, breathing heavily before shaking his head. 

Sanji pulled at your wrist, and you followed him and Chopper out of the inn, and down into the streets. 

You could have sworn you heard Sanji breathe, ‘fuck,’ as he lead you outside.

~

Desperation made you frantic, asking every person you saw if they’d seen a beautiful woman, describing her features, and pleading with them to help you. 

“Angel, please don’t stray too far. I couldn’t stand to lose you too.”

But you couldn’t focus on Sanji’s words, his gentle touch on your shoulder. All you were was wide searching eyes, and a heart beating so fast it might leave your body. 

Until clanging alarms blasted from every corner, blaring a warning that had every citizen rushing away.

“Attention please. This is the Water 7 Forecasting Center. An Aqua Laguna warning has been issued. Estimated arrival for midnight tonight.”

You spun, panting as you watched the area clear out. People were yelling to share the news, and you found your way back to Sanji as he asked someone for details. 

“Aw, you’ve come sightseeing at a really bad time. It’s an annual storm, you all need to get to high ground before the city floods.”

Robin.

Luckily Sanji and Chopper echoed your rising concern, and you raced through the city. 

Until you had to break, to breathe, hating your weak body. Sanji brushed the hair out of your face, sticky from sweat. 

“What does she like, where would she go?”

You lip quivered as you tried to answer Chopper’s question. 

“I guess I still don’t know her well enough, I have no idea where to look.” 

Sanji kissed your clammy hands, rubbing them against the rising winds. 

“Hey, uh..’

Chopper’s strained voice brought you to the moment.

“So this storm’s supposed to be really bad? What if… What if there was a tourist who didn’t know about it? Maybe they had a boat they wanted to take care of? It would be pretty bad, right?”

Usopp.

“That reminds me,” Sanji said with a cough. “Didn’t you say you forgot something on the Merry? A medical bag, right Chopper?”

With a breath, you followed them back to your old home. 

~

The sight of the Merry brought heat up your throat, and you ached to climb onto the deck. 

You’d run out of energy now, and fell into blankness as you watched Sanji and Chopper yell about the storm, pretending to be yelling at each other instead of Usopp. 

“This is ridiculous, why can’t we ju-”

You heard steps moving through the ship, and the door started to swing open. 

You tried to cry out his name, but Sanji picked you up, racing away with Chopper so you wouldn’t be seen by your one time crewmate. 

You felt empty in his arms as slow tears stained your face. 

~

The city looked barren when you made it back, most citizens gone for the shelter already. That made it easier for you to pick up on the few conversations still going on around you.

“I bet if we find one of the pirates with bounties, we can make them tell us who the other crewmates are.”

“Yeah, those straw hat pirates are gonna pay for what they did to Iceberg.”

You froze in your tracks, Chopper moving to stand beside you, still in his reindeer form as he searched for Robin’s scent.

Sanji interrupted that conversation, but your ears were ringing too much to follow. 

“They’re saying Robin’s the assassin that tried to kill the mayor. They’re after all of us now.”

“N-No, she w-”

“Shh, angel,” Sanji whispered as he pulled you into a hug to quiet your outburst. “I know she didn’t. But we need to be careful, we’re all in danger now.”

“What about the others? Do you think they're okay?”

You turned to Chopper, heart heavy with the weight of all your loved ones safety.

“Let’s go find them.”

Chopper’s weak smile was cut short as he lifted his nose into the air. Hope ripped through you, almost painful after all the loss of the last two days.

Chopper tore through the streets, leaving you and Sanji scrambling to chase after him. Nearly falling down the stone stairs, you caught up to Chopper, Sanji’s hand reaching out to steady you.

“Chopper, wha-”

Chopper was at the edge of the canal, staring across to another street. 

Staring at Robin.

She was standing right there, so close. You cried out her name, Sanji and Chopper echoing you. 

Robin stood there, almost as still as when you watched her frozen form glinting in the sunlight.

Hope and relief had slammed into you, almost making your knees weak, but something in her eyes stopped your breath. 

“Robin, I’m so glad you’re okay, we need to get out of here!”

Sanji looked around at your words, shouting over to her.

“Hold on, I’m going to look for a way around this canal, we’ll be right over there.”

“Don’t bother. Stay where you are.”

Robin’s voice was cool, the wind blowing her long black hair around her face, almost hypnotizing you. 

“I won’t be returning to you or your crew. We’re parting ways here, in this city”

Your mind couldn’t make sense of it, your mouth hanging open while you reached out, useless hands shaking in the air between you. 

Sanji was able to speak, and you just stared into her eyes while he pleaded with her.

“What are you talking about, Robin? Is this about the newspaper? None of us believe you did that, Robin, don’t worry!”

You felt your fists clenching, the pain of your nails starting to wake you to the moment as Robin went on.

“About that, I’m sorry for pinning such an unreasonable crime on all of you. But as far as my involvement, everything the newspapers say is true. Last night, I broke into the mayor’s place of residence and shot him.”

Sanji cigarette fell from his fingers, and you felt your head shaking back and forth, your mouth too dry to speak,  Not that you could have found words anyway. 

“No way,” Chopper breathed, his legs quivering beneath him.

She held the three of you in a trance as she kept sending out words like knives.

“Inside me, I carry a darkness that none of you know about. One day, that darkness will be the end of all of you.”

Memories of Robin’s pain filled eyes, the look she rarely let you see, flooded your mind. You’d always known Robin had secrets, but you couldn’t think of anything dark enough that you wouldn’t want her to stay with you. 

“I’m afraid you’ll be taking the fall for last night’s attack while I escape. And let me warn you, the situation will only get worse.”

“What do you mean? Why are you-” Sanji broke in, his desperate yell bringing heat to your throat. 

Both Sanji and Chopper started pleading with her now, but all you could do was whisper her name, begging her with your eyes as you swayed on your feet. 

“From this day forward, we will never see each other again. Thank you for all the kindness you’ve shown me. I’ll never forget it. Goodbye.”

Robin turned, and the three of you were frozen as you heard her heels echoing on the stone as she walked away from you. 

Finally, your body woke enough to let you say the words you’d been holding in for some time. They came out of you in a desperate yell, seeming to tear you apart as they left your throat. 

“I love you, Robin! Please, don’t leave me!”

Robin’s steps didn’t even slow and you sank to your knees, hardly noticing the pain as you fell. 

Part of you could hear Chopper and Sanji screaming beside you, and then you gasped as Sanji dove into the canal.

The water was choppy with the storm coming, and fear for him shook you out of your dissociation. You stood, determination filling your veins now as you pulled out your purple tonfa.

“Blackout Dart,” you shouted, putting your lips to the short end of the weapon, aiming your first poison dart at the woman you loved. 

You had seconds to see that your aim was true. It was going to hit her back, and she’d be knocked unconscious. 

You had less than a second to feel hope before an arm appeared on her shoulder to bat the dart away. 

She didn’t even turn to look at you. 

Then she was gone. 

~

Twisting and squeezing the fabric to get out as much water as you could, you handed Sanji his shirt as he did what he would with his jacket. The wind and water was getting more intense, but you could barely feel a thing, your body and mind still numb. 

“Chopper, Angel, go meet up with Luffy and the others. Tell them everything that happened between us and Robin. Don’t leave out a single word. As for me, I have a plan. I’ll be careful. We’ll meet up later.”

He grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips, but you pulled it away. 

“No. Chopper, you go. I’m staying.”

“No, Angel-”

“Sanji, we keep losing people. I’m not letting you go without me.”

Chopper looked back and forth between you, then nodded.

“Be careful,” he demanded, before charging away without you. 

Sanji leaned his head back, taking a long drag off his cigarette. 

“Robin said she’s escaping while we take the fall. There’s only one way off this island tonight. We’re going to get her back.” 

~

You wished you smoked just so you’d have something to calm your nerves. The two of you were hiding in the shadows between buildings as you watched the government officials talk to Robin at the train station. 

She was wearing a huge green shawl and hood, but you saw her face lit under the lanterns, and you’d recognize her graceful steps anywhere. 

After she was led inside, you saw a group the marines called ‘CP9.’ You felt a sickly chill crawl up your skin at the sight of the four of them. 

There was an attractive blonde woman, a man with long black hair and a top hat, a man in a baseball cap with a noticeably large nose even from a distance, and another man that was huge, towering over them. 

That man had two squirming figures tied up over his shoulders. They were both yelling to be released, one large with blue hair, and the other was Usopp.

Usopp!

You grabbed onto Sanji’s arm, and he gave a small nod as he kept his eyes trained on the sniper. 

“Come on.”

~

“What if someone else finds it?”

“They won’t be able to track us, but if there’s a chance Nami or the other finds this, it’s worth it.”

Sanji tucked his note under the transponder snail on the ground at the station. 

You had made your way closer to the back of the train, away from where the military were filing in. Now all you had to do was wait.

Waiting was the worst fucking thing you could be doing right now.

Gripping Sanji’s knee as you sat on a bench in the darkest corner you could find, you started to fall apart. 

“Shh, Angel, we know where she is, and we’re going to get her back. I promise you.”

He was running his palm in circles on your back, and you heard the note of fear in his voice.

“S-Sanji, she…”

Your sobs were quiet, but overwhelming you, almost hiccuping as you fought to breathe through it. He pulled you in against his chest rocking you as he whispered in your ear. 

“Please, my love, I can’t stand to see you hurting. I promise, we will do everything we can for Robin. And for Usopp. You have my word.”

His words didn’t break through, and you felt yourself starting to have hysterics. Your mind was screaming at you to fucking stop, knowing that at any moment you would need to be ready.

Sanji pulled back, cupping your cheeks as he searched your face. 

“Darling, please trust me. Your tears are… Please, we have time. Let me touch you, let me make you feel better. So you can breathe with me?”

You realized at the crack in his voice that Sanji needed comfort too. That his making you feel good would help him right now. His eyes were pleading as his fingers stroked your hair. You swallowed the hot tears that were starting to form.

Nodding, you felt his lips against yours, and you combed your fingers through his hair, sobbing at the relief of his comforting heat.

“Please darling, can you be quiet for me? Can you let me touch you, I’ll take good care of you angel, I’m here for you.”

His voice held a hint of panic, anxiety bubbling as his hands rubbed along the sides of your body.

“Yes, Sanji. I know you’re here. I love you, I know you’ll always take care of me.”

“I love you, Y/N, my angel.”

Sanji pulled you onto his lap until your back was against his chest.

The wind sent a spray of seawater to mist along your skin as Sanji’s lips found your neck. 

Your mind tried to hold all the pain and worry of your time on this cursed island, but you gave into Sanji’s touch, letting him bring you back to the moment, back to your body.  

He kept his lips and tongue along your neck and shoulder as his hands trailed over your clothed body. 

“My perfect angel, I’ve got you. Breathe with me sweetheart.”

Focusing on his breath, feeling his chest rise and fall against your back, you started to follow him.

“Sanji…”

“I’m here, mon coeur. I’ll always be here.”

Waves started lapping against the stone, the storm coming to caress your body as Sanji’s nimble fingers dipped into your pants. Your lover found your clit in the dark effortlessly, his touch had traveled your skin endless times when all was well in your world.

Now you clung to each other, fear riding you both as you tried to grasp onto some of the peace your lives still held.

Peace in each other when everything else felt lost.

“I love you, my heart, my treasure, my angel. I’ll protect you, I’ll take care of you. Are you feeling better?”

The concern in his question felt out of place for the way his fingers were making you dance in his lap.

“Yes, Sanji. You make me feel so good,” you moaned as Sanji’s tongue traced up your neck, his nose dragging along your skin as if he wanted to drown in your scent. 

The tingling pressure built in you, his fingers manipulating you so easily, even in the chaos around you. 

The hard length of him under your ass had you gasping, desperate to feel him inside of you, to lose yourself in him.

We don’t have time for that.

That thought almost killed your momentum, but Sanji rasped more praise against your skin before gently biting the lobe of your ear, and you were over the edge.

“You're doing so well for me, Angel. So perfect for me.”

Chewing on your lip to hold in your moans, you lifted your hand over your head to reach back, and hold onto his hair as you twitched in his lap.

The sound of the train starting up jolted you off his lap, before you’d come down from your high. 

Sanji wiped your pleasure from his hand, staining his still damp jacket before reaching for you.

Voices of the train station employees called after you as you ran full speed toward the still slow train, but you left them in the dust. 

“Ready?”

“Yes,” you yelled, focusing on the railing as your target sped up. 

Without a thought, you leapt over the crashing waves, reaching for the train.

Reaching for Robin. 

Thank You for Reading! 💜

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Any thoughts on what a romantic relationship with Countess Chelsea would be like? 🥺 Thank you very much for your hard work, you're doing great 💛

Thank you for your kind words! As a matter of fact, I've thought about this often... You didn't specify, so I just wrote for Chief!Reader!

Romantic relationship between Countess Chelsea and Chief

It’s a relationship that surprises even the Chief themself, though they’re firm on one thing with Chelsea: they’re her partner, not her sugar baby. Please stop asking.

Chelsea does, in fact, stop asking, but not for the reasons you might think. Rather, she has everything she wants already; it’s normal to spoil your partner, isn't it? Why risk upsetting her beloved Chief over it?

This naturally means that Chief has to set boundaries very quickly, firmly stating that if Chelsea can't respect them, their relationship won't continue.

Chelsea pouts about it, but ultimately, her love for Chief wins out and she backs off.

Well, somewhat. She'll still buy the Chief a multitude of fancy and expensive gifts and shower them in gems, at first. Over time, as her relationship with the Chief develops, she'll swap from attaining gifts for Chief with her money to attaining opportunities for Chief with her influence. She's not afraid of using her power to lean on some influential people, and Chief will find themself having more free time than ever before.

Of course, when many of these outing opportunities inevitably turn into Mania incidents, Chelsea is fiercely loyal and protective. Sitri is always at Chief's side. If there are humans, not just Corruptors and Mania entities, involved in the crisis, if anyone tries to hurt the Chief… Chelsea will take care of them.

Chelsea doesn't take pleasure in making people disappear, but they're giving more worth to society as pretty gemstone statues anyway…

This behavior is the source of many disagreements between Chelsea and Chief, and is probably the biggest threat to their relationship. Chief absolutely hates this method of protecting them, but Chelsea is stubborn. Then again, so is Chief – plus they know that to some degree, it's an instinctive reaction triggered by Chelsea's Mania. They want to help Chelsea improve, but they know that it's not going to happen overnight.

In the occasional moments where Chief retires early, they like to visit Chelsea in her cell. The Countess is always incredibly excited and insists on Chief staying the night. When Chief answers that it's not allowed, she pouts and asks to at least cuddle Chief for a bit and help them get ready for bed. This, at least, is something Chief agrees to; it's something that thrills Chelsea too, since Chief doesn't usually let her be super physically affectionate during the day. She'll take these chances to plant soooo many kisses over her beloved Chief.

Mostly, affection during the day is limited to moments where Chelsea feels compelled to “mark her territory.” She's a jealous type, but can mostly restrain her reaction to other Sinners’ flirting to huffs and puffs and pouts… Except for a few Sinners that tend to cross a line for her.

Take Eirene, for example. The Countess despises Quinn's president in particular. Chelsea isn't blind to how Eirene treats her darling Chief as a pawn or property, and she's not afraid to get hissy when confronting the S-Rank, telling her to keep her paws off her Chief! Eirene never listens, though, which leads to common and heated altercations between the two. Chief has to keep them both separated for their own safety, though they're secretly touched at how far Chelsea is willing to go to defend them.

Whenever Chief sends her on a dispatch mission, Chelsea begs for the Chief to come with her. Usually, Chief has to decline, much to the Countess's disappointment, but on the rare occasion the Chief is actually able to accompany her, Chelsea never shows anything less than perfect performance.

Chelsea is also way too comfortable with barging into the Chief's office unannounced. She's hardly the only one, but she's definitely one of the most noticeable – constantly trying to sweep Chief away from their work to spend time with her. It's both distracting and endearing.

Oh, and Chelsea has planned the wedding out down to the last detail, of course. Chief nearly had a heart attack when she announced her plans, and reminded her that they weren't even engaged.

Chelsea tried to propose then and there, and has done so several times after as well, in exceedingly romantic gestures. Chief has said no each time, much to the Countess's profound disappointment, but… Honestly, if not for their job? They would've said yes already.

Sometimes, Chief wonders if they're doing Chelsea a disservice by being with her when their job demands so much of their time… But Chelsea always shushes them, saying that as long as she can have them, nothing else matters…

…Though if Chief wanted to quit, she wouldn't object to providing for them. This usually gets a fond eye roll and a gentle slap on the wrist from Chief.

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Heyyyyy, I have a genuine question in your au do you think Nina and Clockwork could end up being close friends even if they're very different from each other?

If yes could you explain a little more about their friendship dynamic? I'm just very curious because I think these two could be like close friends who are the opposite from each other!

Btw you have an amazing art style!

they are very close, actually! nina is one of clockys best friends!

nina is really sweet and really genuine. she kinda comes off a bit fake because of it, which puts clocky off for a while, but nina is... really stubborn. shes stubborn and shes kinda drawn to Odd People, and clockys got a clock for an eye, so...

and clocky kinda just Doesn't Have Friends. she didn't have many, if any at all, growing up. when nina comes around, toby was her only friend. like literally only friend. so she doesn't know how to make them either, but when nina starts poking and prodding and insisting they go shopping or get meals or do some arts and crafts or anything together, clocky develops a soft spot for nina.

its just kinda awkward since clockys friends with jeff, and jeff and nina have a weird thing going on... but regardless, theyre incredibly close. especially after they find out jeffs making nina dispose bodies for her, clocky gets especially protective over nina

she also thinks nina has a ton of dumb stories. its funny how much nina got into trouble in highschool, and how much petty drama she's involved herself in for literally no reason. luckily its basically impossible to create drama with clocky cuz she just.... does not give a shit and will put you right in your place if you try..... LOL

i just think they love eachother a lot. they r very good friends.