#wait no this is polyandry

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Hey love, I got a question; are you down for goblins? Specifically a yandere horde of goblins? 😳

I'm not not down for it...

(I'm sorry, I'm sure I know what kind of goblin horde you meant, buuuut I started writing and couldn't stop 🥲)

CW: Entrapment, obsessive behavior, ecological polyandry/polygyny with a GN!reader, both male and female goblins, forced parental responsibilities, platonic yandere, not proofread

Madame Gilly burst into the backroom, nearly startling (Reader) into swallowing the pins they were holding in their lips. "(Reader)! Awful, amazing, terrible, fantastic news!"

(Reader) smiled nervously, sticking the pins in their cushion. "What is it, Madame?" Their boss was fabulously dramatic as always, fanning herself with a decorated envelope.

"Oh, nothing.. just a summons for one Mx. (Reader) from the Count's daughter."

"What for?"

"How should I know? I didn't read your letter!" She handed over the letter while sighing loudly. "Yet, it's so beautifully decorated.. such a shame! Another marriage proposal, ignored!" She pretended to become faint, placing her knuckles on her forehead.

(Reader) chuckled, opening the bright purple envelope with lavender tied in a ribbon. Their eyes widened, an excited gasp escaped as their legs failed them and they fell back onto their stool.

"What is it?!"

"It's.." a shocked blush dusted their cheeks, "it's a request for my services! She wants a dress for an upcoming party!"

Madame Gilly squealed, bouncing up and grabbing her protege. "Oh, that's even better than a proposal! I'm so proud of you!"

It would be roughly three days ride by carriage, packed with smaller fabrics for color swatches and texture explanation, multiple dresses (Reader) had already made with mannequins to display them, and (Reader's) portfolio of designs.

Marcus, a local man who often rode Madame Gilly around for a small fee, offered up his services, just as excited for (Reader) as the Madame. "So, this is your lucky break, huh?" He offered a hand to the young employee. "Finally gonna start considering opening your own shop."

(Reader) smiled, stepping into the carriage without Marcus' assistance. "I've never been interested in business, Marcus, you know this. I just want to make clothes."

"You should also seriously begin considering marriage.."

"My work is my legacy, Marcus." (Reader) spoke sharply with a tight smile, shutting down the conversation. They had received many marriage proposals from eligible bachelors and bachelorettes since they became of age, but didn't take an interest in any of them. Of course, (Reader) found people attractive in the past, but never felt emotionally invested in anyone to marry them, and they certainly didn't need to marry for money or connections. The thought of having children one day was also something (Reader) had seriously debated, because although the fantasy of having a child was wonderful, the process of having a baby was intimidating. Whether through being impregnated or impregnating someone else, the baby stage was much more terrifying than the raising of a child, for reasons they couldn't quite explain. The anxiety was just too much to handle.

But (Reader) didn't feel like life was passing them by, nor did they have regrets, if they ever got married then their future spouse would wait for them, no matter how many years it took to meet them.

Marcus closed the door, and (Reader) deflated, thankful that he took the hint and ended the conversation.

The change between the road and the dirt path could be felt and it made (Reader) almost wish that they had worn a dress instead of pants, just for the added cushion on their rear end.

The first day went smoothly, and boringly, (Reader) had nothing to do but think, and the night was uncomfortable, even cocooned in their blanket. But it was the next day that everything went wrong. (Reader) never saw what happened, but suddenly the carriage careened off the path and tumbled down a cliff, crashing through the woods of the mountain side.

(Reader's) entire body became airborne in the carriage, slamming their head into the ceiling, barely giving them enough time to protect their neck with their arms before being thrown like a ragdoll, not feeling any immediate pain due to the rush of adrenaline. It happened so quickly, their balled up body bouncing five times against the walls and roof before landing bottom up on the escarpment.

Out of the shattered window, (Reader) saw Marcus lying motionlessly in a tree a good distance from the carriage. They pulled their body right side up, slowly becoming aware of the stinging pain across their body. Especially their leg. Blood soaked through their right pant leg, and (Reader) couldn't bend it. It was only the second day of their journey, so it would take two days until the Duke realized something was wrong, that the journey was taking too long, and sent out a search party, which would take a day to get to the road they fell off of. Would they even notice the tire marks? And if they did, would they risk the people to search for them?

(Reader) sighed, closing their eyes. There was no point in dwelling on what ifs. (Reader) was resigned to their fate.

"I wonder what will happen first.. Starving to death, or being eaten by a wild animal." They chuckled humorlessly. With nothing to do but wait for the inevitable (Reader) fell asleep, but that was possibly a concussion.

"There's something in there."

"A dead something."

Little voices whispered outside the wreckage, rousing (Reader) from their brain injured slumber. Eyes watched them from the broken window of the door, hiding themselves from view.

"I won't bite." (Reader) offered a smile, hoping whoever was watching them wouldn't be frightened off.

A childish gasp escaped, as one of the spies scampered off. "I thought you said it was dead!" It hollered into the woods.

The child left shuffled their feet in the leaves, debating. "You promise you won't?"

"I promise."

A tiny little thing dressed in rags popped her chubby cheeked head into view, large pointy ears almost drooping under their own weight stuck out from black hair pulled back into a ponytail, her hair framed a green skinned face, making it obvious that the little girl was a goblin. She rung the front of her oversized shirt with her hands nervously.

"Hello." (Reader) cocked their head to the side in a mock bow, back and head in too much pain to attempt an actual greeting. The smile on their lips didn't leave.

"Hello.." The child mumbled in a timid way, copying (Reader's) head tilt.

"My name is (Reader). May I ask for your name?" (Reader) spoke in a low voice to appear as kind and non threatening as possible.

She took a small step forward, entering the little window without needing to duck. "My name is Vix Ix, but my brother calls me Beetle Hands."

"Why does he call you that?"

"Because I'm the best beetle catcher. At least, in my tribe." Vix Ix sat down cross legged just out of (Reader's) reach. Her large eyes wandered over (Reader's) form, mesmerized by their clothing. "What are you doing down here?"

"I had an accident. I was traveling to go meet with a potential client. I make clothes." (Reader) added that last part, seeing how the little girl's eyes sparkled while staring at the intricate needlework on their vest.

"Did you make that?" Vix Ix pointed a finger curiously at the top.

"Yes, I did. Would you like to see more of my work?" The tiny child nodded excitedly. The reaction was very human, and very adorable. "Everything may have.. scattered in the fall. But there should be a chest with a black lock, and a worn painting of a dove above it's latch. If you can find that", (Reader) fished through their pocket for a key and held it out to Vix Ix, "you can see a few of the dresses I brought for my client to look at."

Vix Ix grabbed the key, forgetting to be frightened. She ran back out of the wreckage, and (Reader) laughed, enjoying being able to bring wonder to a child in what (Reader) thought was their final moments.

They had heard so many rumors about goblins, so many stories, ranging from awful tales of mindless gnome sized trolls that murdered anything that breathed, to intelligent little creatures unfairly exterminated because of their annoying love of tricks and pranks. Sunlight glinted off of the broken shards of glass, reflecting into (Reader's) eye. How long had I been asleep? From their spot in the trees, they couldn't tell if it was midday or sunset.

Twigs snapped as the goblinette ran at full speed back to (Reader), out of breath and clutching a sparkly purple dress with butterflies embroidered at the hem line. "You made this?!"

"Hahaha! Yes I did. Do you like it?"

She was practically on the verge of tears. "It's beautiful! Is your client a princess?" Her voice was full of awe.

"The daughter of a Duke." The child waddled over, tripping on the bundle of dress in her arms, and sat much closer to (Reader) than she had earlier.

"It's so pretty!" Green fingers rubbed the fabric lovingly.

An idea came to (Reader) as they saw the joy in Vix Ix's face as she gripped the dress tightly. "You know.. I also had my sewing kit with me. If you can find that, I can trim up this dress for you."

Eyes wide with shock, her ears bounced like she had just been slapped, and asked in horror "You would cut up this dress?!"

Surprised, (Reader) felt their heart melt a little. "My leg is broken." Vix Ix looked down, and seemed startled by the blood. "I don't think there's any way the Duke's men are going to find me. So, I would have to cut off a lot of this dress to fit you, but I'd rather it be worn, then rot away in a trunk."

Tears began to drip down the little kid's cheeks, puffed up in an attempt to stop herself from crying. "I'll go find your sewing kit." She ran back out, sniffling loudly.

The moon rose high into the sky, and Hog Nose, a scrawny little boy who had an upturned button nose unlike any of the goblins in his tribe, held his ears as he was reprimanded by one of the tribe's strongest. Their tribe was small, and unusual. Decades ago their family began from a group of defectors, mostly women escaping their own tribes, wanting to create a community where they could flourish. Despite never attacking humans or causing mischief they suffered many casualties at the hands of adventurers, slaughtering them before they had the chance to explain themselves, forcing them to defend themselves. This left their family broken and impoverished. But they never gave in to "their nature" by stealing from travelers, an attempt to prove that goblins are not born evil.

"And you left Beetle Hands alone, possibly with a human?" Keegraul loudly asked incredulously.

Hog Nose whimpered, afraid of being punished and fearful for his sister. Keegraul grabbed a large dagger, almost a short sword in the young child's hands.

"She still isn't back yet, so lead the way."

The woods were dangerous at night, not only because of wild animals like mountain lions, but because of monsters that had slowly been migrating closer towards the goblins' home. Hog Nose shook as he led Keegraul through the trees, worried to find his sister hurt, or worse.

But what they found instead was that sound of laughter, emanating from a broken carriage connected to a dead horse with another corpse stuck in a tree nearby. Confused, Hog Nose ran to pile of broken wood, rushing past Keegraul who tried to stop him, knife ready for a fight.

"Beetle Hands!" He called out, not knowing what to expect, but surprised by what he found. His sister, wearing human clothing, with an injured human still fixing the bottom of the skirt.

"Hog Nose? What are you doing here?" She seemed genuinely confused, having had so much fun with her new human friend that she hadn't realized the time, standing in the dim light of (Reader's) lamp.

"I'm here to save you?"

Keegraul poked his head in after Hog Nose, curious as to the commotion. That's when the scarred man who had fought many battles with many adventurers, who never once met a human who treated him or his kin as equals, made eye contact with an exhausted person, pale from blood loss, fighting through their pain and fatigue, to make a dress for a little goblin girl. At least, that's what it looked like.

"What's going on here?" Keegraul meant to ask, but it came out as more of a demand.

Worried that they had offended him, (Reader) held up their hands. But Vix Ix beamed up at him, her large toothy grin radiating childish wonder. "(Reader's) making me a princess!"

"Oh, are they?" Keegraul released the tension he had been holding. The air smelled like blood, and at first he thought it was from the human's dead companions outside, but their broken leg was hard to miss. "It looks like they're dying."

Vix Ix ceased her bouncing, turning a terrified eye to (Reader). "Are you dying?"

(Reader) sent a quick glare to the adult goblin before shifting back to their comforting smile. "My leg just hurts, sweetheart. I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Not if you don't get that taken care of." The goblin retorted, stepping closer and bending down to get a better look. He let out a noise of frustration. "I can't see anything but blood with these pants on."

Rough hands with broken nails peeled (Reader's) pants off, pausing whenever they sucked on their teeth in pain. The bone right beneath their knee was protruding from from it's flesh.

"That's a nasty break all right."

"Can you fix it?" The little boy goblin asked, still shaking from earlier, but now cradling his blade like a doll.

Delirious from exhaustion, (Reader) turned their smile to him. "What's your name?"

"Craak, or Hog Nose."

They could feel themselves about to pass out. "Hognose? That's my favorite snake. Cutest little snake I've ever seen.." Keegraul tightened their torn pants around their thigh, waking them up with the shooting pain.

(Reader) hissed, incapable of audibly screaming. "We should take you back to the hole, so that we can get that leg fixed up."

Vix Ix stood tall, arms straight in the air, with a determined look on her face. "You can lean on me!"

Keegraul sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I'll find you a large stick for a crutch, and you can lean on my head for support." Vix Ix followed him, arguing about who got to support (Reader) on their journey, while Hog Nose stood shyly, still watching (Reader) with a small grin. "Did you mean that?"

(Reader) felt feverish, and couldn't focus their eyes. "Of course. You mean.. the snakes right? Never seen a cuter snake." Their breathing was labored, pausing between words awkwardly.

There was an odd blue tint forming on his baby cheeks, but it dissipated with the arrival of his little sister. "WE FOUND A STICK!"

The goblins all stared at the human receiving medical attention, gobsmacked. Everyone was incredibly interested in seeing who was special enough to be brought home by Keegraul. Especially the children, who were entranced by the dress (Reader) fixed up for Beetle Hands.

"Are you a princess?" A young girl asked, practically glowing.

"Haha no."

"Oh. Are you a prince?"

"Alright! Everyone go to bed!" Keegraul shooed the goblins back to the sleeping room. They all went back except a woman and Vix Ix. The lady seemed embarrassed, hiding herself by crossing her arms.

"You made this?"

"Yes. I have more dresses and fabric in the woods."

Her eyebrows were knit in what looked to be anger. "Why did you make a dress for Beetle Hands?"

"I just tailored it for her. Because she thought it was pretty."

"Yeah, but why?"

(Reader) smiled, understanding that the goblins must be suspicious of them. "Doesn't she look pretty?"

Vix Ix spun around, bumping into the other goblin. "I do!"

Her face softened. "You really think she's pretty?"

"Of course?" The goblin turned blue, like Hog Nose had earlier, and shuffled away.

(Reader) would later learn that her name was Reassa, and she warmed up to (Reader) quickly as they recuperated. In fact, all of the goblin tribe were incredibly welcoming to (Reader) to the family. They helped (Reader) between rooms, and generally fawned over them. As thanks for saving their life, (Reader) worked on reworking the dresses and fabrics the goblins found near the crash site into outfits for everyone. But as (Reader) got better, the goblins became more nervous.

"Are you thinking of leaving?" Keegraul wrung his hat in his hands, big sad eyes staring at (Reader) pleadingly.

"I'm sure my boss thinks I'm dead. It would be good to return home, and contact Marcus' family about his fate. But worry not, I won't tell anyone about you or the tribe." (Reader) smiled, practicing standing on their healing leg.

"That's not why I ask." (Reader) cocked their head, confused. "We trust you- I trust you. I know you wouldn't betray us. We- we'll just miss you."

Vix Ix popped out from behind a stack of boxes, knocking (Reader) to the ground, sobbing. "You're not leaving!"

Keegraul's heart broke. "Beetle -"

"No! Ti aim kahl, pen! (Reader's) not leaving!"

Reassa listened from outside the hole, along with three other women. They didn't understand. Didn't they make their love for (Reader) obvious enough? The flowers they would weave into crowns for them, the poems they world write for them..

One of the younger women started crying, head in her hands, choking on her sobs. Something dark grew in Reassa's chest, a feeling she often tried to force away, to prove to the world that they were wrong about goblins. A darkness, a possessiveness. "Maybe we should keep (Reader) here."

"We can't keep them against their will. They aren't a prisoner."

Reassa punched the entrance to their hollow, clenching her jaw tightly. "I love them."

"So do we.. but, what can we do?"

Hog Nose dropped a basket of vegetables. He had returned earlier than the other children. "Did you just say (Reader) is leaving?"

"Hog Nose! I'm so sorry, when did you get here?"

"I don't want them to leave!"

"I know, baby, but there's nothing-"

Hog Nose pulled out his dagger from it's sheath, rubbing his thumb across the beautiful golden vest (Reader) had made him as he did so. "(Reader) never learned our language."

"What?"

"What if the woods are too dangerous for them to go home? Because of the kahn piers?" The women all stopped, internally debating whether or not they could betray their fore mothers like this, lie to keep a human for themselves. But the decision was made for them, as Hog Nose slashed open his arm with the blade.

Inside the hole, (Reader) heard the women scream, and quickly wrestled Vix Ix to her feet so (Reader) could hobble to the opening. Reassa carried Hog Nose in her arms, a bloody mess, with a guilty expression on her face.

"What happened?" Keegraul demanded, watching as (Reader) pulled the little boy out of Reassa's arms to inspect the damage.

"He was attacked!" She collapsed, tearing at Keegraul's shirt.

"By what?!"

She swallowed hard, eyes flickering to (Reader), the motion only noticed by Keegraul and Vix Ix.

"Kahn piers."

Keegraul's eyes widened, realizing immediately what they had planned without discussing with him or the other men. "What kind of idiot-"

"What's a kahn pier?"

Vix Ix looked at her brother, witnessing him quickly shut the eye he was peaking out of. "Kahn piers are the most vile, evil creatures in these woods!" She cried out, grabbing onto her brother dramatically. "Hog Nose is lucky to be alive!"

Shame ripped through Keegraul's spirit, but seeing (Reader) shake with fear, imagining them doting on the children, caring for an the adults, watching them leave.

Wouldn't it be wonderful? Having (Reader) there to brighten their little home, loving the young ones as their own pen? Almost like a real spouse?

Even the way they clung onto Hog Nose's bloodied body, too broken up to notice that all his wounds were only surface deep.

Keegraul knew that everyone would play along, no one would tell (Reader) the truth. Everyone loved them so much, it was almost disturbing.

"Call everyone back home. The woods aren't safe."

[stxrrynxghts]

There is no KHMK in Ba Sing Se

(Or, the one in which Shyama is back with another fascinating show!)

This show is by Ekta Kapoor so I never had any expectations

Ft. Star-studded cast!

The show begins with .....a crying Yudhishthira? Plz, he never cried while this...whole thing-

wait, is this the game of dice

Also, Shakuni is bald

the headpiece is weird as fook

Cannot believe that they are playing this whole game in the backdrop of something that lowkey looks similar to the work done in the Taj Mahal #Mughal-Kuru bhai-bhai?

andddd a scene with the Pandavas.....CHESTS?! wtf is this asheelta going on-

Bhima is standing as if he needs to poop, tbh

ANDDD Draupadi has the 2000s lip gloss smeared across her lips.

And she has clumsily spilt sindoor. #dhumtanana

weird bg, tbh

Shakuni is cackling like a witch

actually, none of the shows show the game of dice as per the books, but still, it isn't as weird as this

Yudi is shedding crocodile tears. Pls, if u regretted this so much, you would have done something to stop this. tbh, the only acceptable version of Yudi was presented by StarBharat.

Draupadi: "Usne mujhe chhua"

"Sasur", "Bhaiya", and "Guru Ji". Also, why is Drau calling them by their names?!

"Maang ke sindoor ko bikhera hai"

Draupadi has a tattoo #do rupees ki pepsi

The Pandavas have random sanskrit stuff and OM tattooed wtf

The whole praja is watching this wtf

"Mere bhaiya ko andhi bolne waali aaj khud andhi ho gayi"

er...didn't Bhima say so many things during this whole sequence? Has he lost his voice?

Dushasan is saying that a woman is just an object for a man.

Why are the dialogues that belong to Karna given to Dushasan?

Polyandry was not unheard of, tbh.

"Tu Panchali nahi, tu Pehli hai" someone explain me the meaning of this dialogue T-T

Draupadi wasn't the first to be married to multiple men. Ever heard of the Ashwini Kumars and their wife Usha?

"Rajshahi vastra" eh....you mean the chiffon saree she is draped in? No seriously, it is a saree with 0 work done on it-

Yada Yada the trap remix

Duryodhan is giving the order to disrobe Draupadi. Oh God.

ANDD KRISHNA'S THEME SONG IS....OM JAI JAGDISH HARE?!

A saree is coming out of the sudarshan chakra, and this saree shall cover Draupadi.

Why was she screeching so much? My ears are goners.

*Sigh* we end with Vyasa contemplating suicide and some rishi (is that Brahma?!) stopping him

[kickingitwithkirk]

Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum-Punishment

Pairing: Boyking!Sam x Reader x KnightofHell!Dean

Word Count: 2025

Warnings: **not a dark fic but has elements.: dub/con-non/con p/v sex, restraints, verbal/fighting, hentai elements

Squares filled: @spnkinkbb RubySam @anyfandomdarkbingo Amputation

A/N: references from Regina Coeli, Regina Infernum

This story set years after stand-alone: Always with the Scissors

The hallway briefly reverberated to the sounds of Zeppelin when a set of heavy, ornate doors opened, admitting the Queen Consort of Hell. 

The sound system cuts off as she crosses the anterior area to the bedchamber, where she flung herself face down onto the oversized bed in frustration.

“Something vexes thee?” The whiskey-roughened voice of the Queen’s fraternal polyandry consort inquired, and she lifted her head, seeing black instead of green eyes.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!” He soundly smacks the naked female demon riding his cock bare thigh, leaving a vivid red handprint, and orders her to turn around.

The Queen Consort shifts to observe the demon, hands bound in a pair of binding cuffs behind her back, awkwardly maneuvering around on the mattress and into reverse cowgirl whimpers. 

“What did I say about no noise!” 

The Knight of Hell’s voice vibrates in staccato and abruptly sits up, grabs his current sex toys braided hair in one hand, yanks the demon into a painful arch while gripping his engorged member, glistening with their combined fluids, and notch his cockhead between her swollen pussylips forcibly slides her back down onto his shaft then shoves her head down to touch the mattress between his bowed legs again reclines in repose against the bed’s pillows.

The demon quietly straightens up and resumes bouncing. 

The Queen watched her consort close his black eyes, breath puffing out from between his slightly parted, succulent lips as his toned muscles flex periodically under the slight softness of his stomach in response to the hot, slick, velvety channel intermittently clenching around him.

The Queen Consort briefly flicked her eyes back to the demon who was striving to hold off orgasming until permitted, closed hers, listening to the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and occasional squelch, felt herself becoming aroused, rubbing her thighs together, desiring friction felt his hand sliding in between, his thick fingers stroking over her mound.

 “I can smell how wet you are,” that made her reopen her eyes, watching his shift to their sultry chartreuse. “I wanna taste your sweetness,” Dean runs his tongue slowly over his plump lips, wetting them to emphasize how much he wants her riding his face. 

The Queen Consort removes the Knights hand, slides off the bed, and exits without a backward glance.

“All right, meetings over..everybody out!” 

Several members of Boykings council jumped in their seats, spinning to see the Knights Of Hell standing in the doorway with black eyes and red flannel-clad arms crossed, conveying he was not joking. 

They nervously turn back to his elegantly dressed brother seated at the head of the table, reading the document in his hands.

 “We are in the middle of something. Whatever it is can wait.”

“No.”

The Boyking’s kaleidoscope eyes focused on his older sibling. 

Dean could be a pain in the ass on a good day, but today wasn’t a good day, and Sam was not in the mood to deal with him.

“What was that you said?”

“You heard me..”

“..come back later.”

“No.”

Except for the set of his shoulders conveying his annoyance, the Boyking sat expressionless, allowing his vantage point to notice the visible outline of his brother's substantial cock straining against the jeans material. He was now curious as to why.

“Fine, state your business.” 

“That’s the problem.”

“What problem?”

“Family Business.”

The Boyking blinked, not following his knight's train of thought. What did Family Business have to do with this?

 “Dean, I don’t have time to decipher your nonsense.”

The Knight walked to the table, placing his hands on the edge and leaning forward, “Fallen can into my room.”

“Dean.”

 “Where I was breaking in my latest toy..”

“..Dean.”

 “Turned down fun time, and we both know how much Fallen loves..”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEAN!!!” 

Sam’s eyes transformed into glistening onyx as his chair flew backward, shattering upon the stone wall in a fury created by his brothers' flagrant disregard of his mandate that what happened in private stayed private, mimics Dean's stance.

The council members didn’t so much as twitch an eyelash, knowing that drawing either Winchester's attention would result in their demise. They were finally ordered to leave and, as silently as possible, gathered their items and escaped the oncoming storm.

“Crowley,” the former King of Hell stops, “finish going over those details we discussed, and any discrepancies you find, notify me immediately.” 

“Of course, Sam,” the contract-savvy demon replied, smirking, “Squirrel,” and departs.

“Now that you have my undivided attention, we’ll finish this discussion privately.” Pushing off the table, Sam walked passed his brother, knowing he’d follow.

The word spread fast among the Citadels residents when there was trouble between the Winchesters, not a damned soul was to be found in its vast hallways. 

Dean threw himself on the oversized leather couch as Sam crossed to a tall cabinet pressing on an ornately carved panel, opened a hidden compartment, pulled out a crystal decanter, and, after pouring two fingers of a liquid into a matching tumbler, moved to stand before the lit fireplace still fuming. 

“You interrupted a congress that has been in progress since I acquired my Consort.”

Dean gets up, “I don’t think our Consort, the Queen Of Heaven, Hell, and Earth, would appreciate being referred to as acquired like one of those goddamn dusty tomes you still collect.” Snatching the glass from his brother swallows half its contents in one go.

 “And for the record, you got to give her a name, not me. So as I see it, since she favors both of us in sexual congress, I’m entitled to call her whatever I want.” 

“You named her after a fucking Jessica Drake porno!”

“You know Jessica Drake’s stuff?” 

“You damn well know I watch porn too!” Sam huffed, “figured you’d pick something more like what was her name? The one you nailed from those Casa Erotica videos.”

Dean bites on his full bottom lip remembering the Good Faith Church’s APU chastity counselor Suzy Lee and ex-porn star Carmelita.

“Even if Y/N permits it, it still doesn’t give you the right to call her that publicly.”

Dean smirked, “So what’s it to be, Sammy? Cutting out my tongue or,” running a finger across his throat, making a wet noise.

“One day, I might have to.”

That stopped the smartass retort forming on the Knights lips watched Sam's broad shoulders sag before softly inquiring, “Remember how I was before her?”

Dean threw back the rest of the drink, recollecting his brothers' suffering.

Their existence in the Underlands progressed from months to years to decades; they found the Knight couldn’t replenish his superior blood fast enough, forcing Sam too, once again, resort to feeding from inferior demons during the in-between times. 

Dean even briefly flirted with bringing Ruby back from the Empty for his brothers' exclusive use in whatever manner of choosing but scrapped the idea after observing Sam’s increased feeding leading to his excessive overindulgence in pussy and, much to his displeasure, others' cocks. 

It began a cycle of spiraling the Boyking into physical pain and melancholy and knowing Ruby, the demon, would manipulate him for gains like before.

 “Yeah, Sammy, I remember,” he replies in such a quiet tone his brother pauses before switching back to the initial reason his anger kindled.

 “I guess I can’t keep this a secret from you anymore. That meeting you interrupted was the latest counsel referendum about options to fortify our defenses.”

“Fortifi..what the fucks going on, Sam?”

“Cas received a message from Joshua warning Heaven's incursion is imminent.”

“We have an ironclad deal with those dicks to stay outta each other's realms!”

“When we were in that prison realm, Y/N indicated there was a chance that the Angels would interpret removing her as a sign.”

“A sign of what?”

 “God wants her restored upon all the thrones.” 

 “You brought her here knowing that and said nothing?!”  Dean twists his free hand into his short hair, a leftover trait from his human days, indicating he’s freaking the fuck out. 

“That wasn’t a referendum, Sam, it was a Greek Referendum…and you’re taking the rest of us down with you!!” He barked in a tone that once would have brought his kid brother to a heel then Dean's expression shifted to trepidation.

 “Did Joshua say how much time we have before those dicks attack?” The Boyking started to divulge when, “Holdup, did he say anything about Chuck coming back?”

“Chuck never left, and some time ago, someone resumed publishing his new writing...” 

“All this goddamn time, you knew and said nothing!” Dean's eyes flared black and threw the empty tumbler into the fireplace hearth, followed by a swing toward Sam's jaw, but it ended up quashed when a sensation flairs deep within, doubling the Knight over, and falls to his knees. 

“You never learn.” 

Dean peered up as Sam loomed over him with his imposing stature, and his eyes changed, not into the common onyx or the occasional yellow, denoting his actual status.

Instead, they transitioned into an ethereal luminosity. 

“You’ve gotten away with things not because you’re a Knight of Hell but my brother,” Sam sighed, “but today you undermined my authority in front of the entire counsel because you never could shut the fuck up!”

The Boykings' attention transferred as the Queen Consort entered the chambers and glanced at the kneeling Knight moves to stand beside Sam, tipped her head back eyes fixated on him. 

Sam cups his Consorts jaw, and leaned over, gently kissing her before responding to her inquiry, “Yes, it’s time.”  

Y/N walked backward, motioning for Sam to follow began removing her clothes, and smiled as he stripped off his jacket and began unbuttoning the shirt. 

“Dean, do you remember the last time we punished you for insubordination?" Sam glanced back and saw his brother's cock once again straining against the material of his jeans. "How we bound you, used you as nothing but a toy for our pleasure? Then Y/N inserted something that kept you orgasming.” 

Dean closed his eyes at the memories and felt the sensation that’d dropped him morph into that long-ago pleasure. Groaning, he groped for the zipper and, in frustration, ripped his jeans open, freeing his turgid cock starts stripping wire.

“Guess you’ve figured out she didn’t remove it,” Dean's eyes snapped open and saw Sam, lying naked on an oversized chaise chair with Y/N leaning back on his chest, legs splayed over his playing with her dripping pussy, stripped his cock faster, “Or what it's intended for.” 

Pausing his self-pleasure watched his brothers vast hands wrap around his consorts' hips and her face contorts into painful pleasure as he roughly fucks his substantial cock into her cunt repeatedly, using her as nothing more than a fleshlight rasped...

“If you’d have just done as asked Dean, freely consume her grace, wouldn’t have had to resort to this.”

The Knight's hand froze as his brother's words penetrated his pleasure-clouded mind, “What’d you do?”

“It’s the only way to get you to join us.” 

The Knight, hearing the Consorts ethereal voice after years of silence, watched her double-tap Sam’s hand, and he slowed his thrusting into a gentle rolling motion. 

“That drink was..wasn’t only alcohol,” she stumbled over her words as the Boykings' long fingers teased her clit, keeping her on edge, “infused with my grace to act..activate the Ovi in you...”

“THE WHAT IN ME?!”

”You inspired the idea, your erotic anime thing, which led her into hentai,” Sam says, “and Plan B.”

“Plan B?”

“That Ovi she implanted contains an undiluted dose of her grace,” Sam sighed, ”If you’d only supped from each other, it would’ve been...”

“Would’ve been what, Sammy?”

“When the casing finish’s deteriorating, your body will absorb her Grace which won’t be pleasant, be far worse than the Demon Curing Ritual.” His brothers' countenance pitched darker than the Empty, “But I’ll do anything to keep those feathery dicks outta here.” 

The Boyking snapped his fingers, and a clear, squishy orb encapsulated the Knight felt his consorts' confusion answers..

“You’re the one who inquired about vores.”

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[trashcanfills]

An Otherworldly Slime God in Teyvat (Crack)

Inspired by @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry slime god name and the i reincarnated as a slime anime

What if player gets isekai’d into Teyvat with a twist?

Yes they become a Slime.

To differentiate them from the other slimes, their goo takes on a golden with a bit of rainbow shine/iridescence to them. They have tiny wings to fly with, and CAN shapeshift, but it takes some concentration to hold onto the form (which can improve with practice but even then its a LOT of practice).

Player is literally the Ultimate Slime amongst Slimes in Teyvat and all the slimes worship them. So do other mobs and creatures. They also still have control of Teyvat to an extent since Teyvat itself also worships the player.

But wait then what abt humans??? Apart from the archons and vessels aka the characters the player has taken control of before in their game, no one else would believe that the golden slime is their otherworldly god in a different form, just another slime creature.

This can be funny because one, ITS A SLIME AS A GOD. What do u do to even worship a slime god. Most offerings turn out useless cus no hands, no legs. Like letting a slime wear a headpiece???? Headpiece just sinks into slime and then spat out. Lmaooo.

Second, when humans see a golden slime, the first thing they are gonna do is try to capture/kill it.

Good luck lmao. Esp when u can’t exactly TALK as a slime. Prob would manage to learn some form of telepathy since u know, divine being and all but u gon have to wait for humans to stop and listen to u first.

[willowedwisteria]

Summary -> You got a little... frightened at the cat version of the archons as you returned to the Cafe.

Note -> Since I don't want my works to get mixed up, I'll tag most of my works now as cult! au instead of SAGAU.

Featuring -> Venti, Zhongli, Ei, The Tsaritsa

Genre -> Fluff

The orange and yellow shades of light seep into the empty cafe, leaving the crickets and sounds of emptiness to be filled with meowing and soft purrs.

The wafting smell of coffee and tea fills the area despite the lack of human presence around with the four cats around to hang around in that familiar smell.

In disturbance of the lifeless atmosphere of the cafe, a bell suddenly chimes as you swing the door open.

"I'm back guys!"

And almost immediately, the sound of your voice gets returned by the soft stomping of cats sprinting to you, mewling at you.

Instead of the sight of your most lovely, adorable cats, you see a part of the cats' fur glowing along with their eyes. In the pure darkness that surrounded you, you were creeped out.

One cat, that had the part of fur at the sides of his face flowing, leaped into your warm embrace. Once you got a closer look, you could actually recognize the cat.

"Venti?!"

Then, all of the other cats approached you and began to cuddle your legs. The brown cat, Zhongli, had beaming golden eyes - including a soft gaze.

(Tsaritsa's name) had cold, icy eyes in the shade of a light blue. Yet, her gaze still felt warm around you in contrast.

Sharp eyes, purple glimmering pupils, paired with a look that melted your heart, it kind of fit Ei. Along with a streak of glowing purple fur decorating her back.

You turned on the lights for the Cafe and the glow in their fur and eyes dimmed down. It was... admittedly a pretty sight to see, but your heart almost jumped out of your throat the moment you saw them in the dark.

Letting Venti down from your arms, you melted in your couch and took a deep breath. The Cafe doesn't open on Sundays and you decided to go meet up with your friends, leaving the cats home all to themselves.

To get such a fright was honestly worth it, it'd be better to learn about this earlier rather than when you woke up in the middle of the night.

Oh? The other cats? You decided to let the cats go to a nearby daycare and just relax. Honestly, they seemed more dreadful and disappointed about it.

They were constantly hissing and some almost pulled scratches at the four cats you decided to keep with you for the time being. It was a hefty price to ask the owners to keep so many cats at once.

You thought it would be such a good rest for them, they have to entertain customers constantly every day except for Sundays. Plus, it was a bit stuffy and squeezy to stick in the same tight Cafe.

You assumed, wouldn't some more space and toys be good for them? But it seems like the four cats with you were relishing their lives with you.

Venti jumps onto your lap before the Tsaritsa shoves him aside for a bit more space. Zhongli takes his place next to you and receives your head pats whilst Baal jumps onto the back pillows of the couch to cuddle with your neck and cheek.

Softly, you ponder to yourself about your army of cats, wondering if any others also could glow in the dark.

"Wait... is this even normal for a cat?"

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[wolffyluna]

Homeland by RA Salvatore Liveblog

Help, I have fallen back into the Drizzt pit and can't get up.

Under a cut for child abuse and attempted sexual assault.

I'm copy-pasting this from discord. Ellipses differentiate liveblogs that were done at different times.

I'm rereading the first Drizzt novel. It was one of the book series I loved loved loved when I was young. I am simultaneously going:

oh my God, this world building. Your legal system cannot run on vibes, sir. The implied gender ratio is hilarious (drow nobles want lots of kids, but every son after the second is killed, so a family having four daughters and two sons is pretty normal. Oh, and it's implied that polyandry is a Status Symbol)

oof ow argh, man hands misery onto man! It deepens like a coastal shelf! 😭

I'm still at the beginning, but drizzt is being raised by his older sister, and she is heavily encouraged to physically abuse him. There's a point where she thinks "wow, what could this kid achieve if we weren't breaking his spirit. ... wait, that's a blasphemous thought, I should punish him for making me think that." And Drizzt is taught to believe that surface elves are the source of all of his problems, to the point that whenever he's whipped he "cries out for the death of a [surface elf]" These people all could have been fine if they lived in a reasonable society! 😭

The book is divided into parts, and at the beginning of each part there's a section of Drizzt monologing as if he's giving an interview

And in the one where he's talking about his childhood, he both talks about PTSD-flashbacks-in-so- many-words and also "presumably things happened before I was sixteen? I remember basically none of that though" which. Baby. Let me scoop you up into a hug even though you are a century(?) old dark elf who is presumably taller than me.

...

The only way the drow gender ratio doesn't fall flat is a) the implication that commoners don't do that, so maybe their gender ratios are less of a disaster and b) it looks like only the female heads of the family can take consorts/have children, so polyandry is a little more possible

Though this does, like, raise the question of "so, you are the daughter of a matron mother, and you fall pregnant. what do you do?"

...

It's legal for a drow house to attack another in secret. It is illegal to do it openly. The justification is that Lolth likes it that way (This is a logic that underpins a lot of the drow legal system) And it could be made sensible with just one small change: Every drow house wants to be able to attack another, but wants no other house to be able to attack them. So they created norms where you can't just attack people, if you did that the whole city would fall on you ...but if you can do it with plausible deniability...

...

I have now re-witnessed the beautiful, beautiful scene where a wizard panics* and casts fireball at his own feet

*he would say he was very tactical, I do not believe him

[Seriously, I have remembered this scene fondly for years. It's Such A Scene.]

...

Oh my God Masoj just encouraged someone to take the identity of someone he [the other guy] just killed. Masoj completely failed to mention that the dead guy was his brother.

...

DRIZZT QQ

His dad just tried and failed to kill him to try and maintain his innocence.

I have so many feelings about Zaknafein.

Just. The combination of "Zaknafein was a major role model to Drizzt and is a significant part of why Drizzt is good" and "Zaknafein is Not A Very Good Person." Man.

...

Lov Drizzt

He just nearly got murdered, but he doesn't care, because KITTY!

Drizzt is this xkcd comic

...

I remembered the sex pollen scene, but man did I not remember/parse how much it was a dub-to-non con sex pollen scene

...

Something that is also getting to me on this re-read: the amount that the men of the Do'Urden family 🐛 assist with their family members whipping them, or literally taking them as a sacrifice. Because resistance would only make it worse, and this way at least you have some control

There's a really telling passage where Briza is torturing Dinin for no real reason, and he's just like. okay. i'm not going to get in the way of this process. And he actively positions himself to make it easier.

...

Help, I'm combining my love of "what if popular but misapplied blorbo song, but correctly applied?" with the Legends of Drizzt series: Eat Your Young is a valid Malice/Zaknafein song

There is no capitalism, but there is a lot of zero sum resource fights, and a lot of the conflict between these chatacters is their children being used in those zero sum resource fights.

Zaknafein has a lot of conflict about whether it's better for his son to be eaten by drow society, or dead And there's a thing where both Zaknafein and Drizzt are/are meant to be sacrifices to Lolth, at Malice's hands

Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young

And there's also the whole thing of-- Zaknafein and Malice's life is luxurious, but that's at a cost. There are no skeletons in the closet because they are displaying the skeletons openly as part of the decor

...

The Drizzt He destroyed his cage Yes YES The Drizzt is out

...

The thing about Homeland in particular is how it is simultaneously man hands on misery onto man, it deepens like a coastal shelf and how it is so much about it's opposite (it ascends like a volcano?) Drizzt could not be who is he is, could not be good, without Zaknafein.

But he's. Better than Zaknafein. Because of Zaknafein.

And there's the tragedy of the fact that if their roles were reversed, it would be Drizzt bring Zaknafein up into the light.

But. Well. Drizzt would still have to die down in the dark

...

...hmm.. I'm encountering a tempting bad idea: 50 books in a year is a doable challenge. There are 40 Drizzt books. Ergo, one could hypothetically read all the Drizzt books in one year.

[dangermousie]

A lot of posters came out today and here are some of my faves (that are not the hot for teacher ones since I did a post on those already haha)

Zao Zuo Shi Guang - Meng Ziyi and Jeremy Tsui aka both huge faves and some of the hottest people out there in a romance between two manipulative people? OMG YES PLS! Will this be the drama to finally end the MZY curse of never having a happy ending?

Back From the Brink - I still need to read this novel but it’s by the author of Legends and Blue Whisper and I was promised serious angst and hero who is ride or die for disillusioned heroine aka that writer’s bread and butter so I can’t wait!!!! I am fond of both actors too.

West Out of the Yu Men - not normally big on moderns but Ni Ni X Bai Yu in an adventure romance is !!!! Especially since her Night Wanderer has been shelved indefinitely.

Love and Sword looks prettier and prettier with each poster plus Vengo Gao and Xu Lu yessss!

Speaking of Vengo Gao, this poster for The Shadow is terrible tho and that styling! Between that and the huge camp potential of Republican era vampires, I’d write this off but it’s directed by Li Muge (Goodbye My Princess, Rattan, Heroes) and as far as I am concerned that man (like Cao Dun) can do no wrong as a director so I am in!

You know what’s better than having Liu Yuning in a drama called Heroes? Having Liu Yuning in TWO dramas called Heroes. I know little to nothing about this drama but I do adore LYN and Qin Jun Jie and am also happy to note LYN escaped the queue.

Speaking of Qin Jun Jie - the man actually looks FINE in a queue (or maybe too many Qing dramas wore me down.) I confess I haven’t read the novel or watched the adaptation from around 2007 - I keep meaning to - so all I know about Fox Volant of the Snowy Mountain is angst and Jing Yong and more angst so bring it on.

This one is here because it’s been years since I’ve seen Zhang Han in anything and despite not thinking he’s much of an actor I have a huge soft spot for him. It also helps that Liu Guang Yin’s plot screams angsty love story.

Despite the poster and the name - Two Ex Husbands on the Same Stage (that the drama makers renamed into Choice Husband), this is not about polyandry. Or is it? Apparently at one point in the novel she is married to both of them, gets knocked up and nobody is sure who the father is (something tells me the drama won’t keep that 😝😝😝). It’s based on a novel by the Ashes of Love author (which is a strike against it for me - that drama was…well) but the sheer insanity of the novel spoilers I’ve seen has me drawn in.

PS. Apparently they also announced that Feng Shao Feng and Jing Tian have been cast in a period romance and I am going to explode from joy!!! He’s one of my ultimate faves and l love her and that pairing and in a period setting - I can’t!!!!

[sherlokiness]

I have a hard time beliveing polygamous marriage can still be in effect. They haven't been practiced in 100 years.

Hi, anon. Thanks for the ask!

Not being practiced is not the same as being illegal. The First Night for example is a thing that's been explicitly outlawed despite having precedents. That is not the case for polygamy. There's an even older ssm where the author said there were other cases of polygamy after Aegon and Maegor before F&B was released.

Here are two SSMs concrning polygamy.

Maegor the Cruel has multiple wives, from lines outside his own, so there was and is precedent. However, the extent to which the Targaryen kings could defy convention, the Faith, and the opinions of the other lords decreased markedly after they no longer had dragons. If you have a dragon, you can have as many wives as you want, and people are less likely to object

It seems like the reason Targ could do whatever they wanted was because they had dragons. Where does it say Targs couldn't have multiple wives? The one where they couldn't marry their sister? Oh wait.

Would polygamous marriages be accepted in Westeros today, especially if Targaryens were involved?

If you have some huge fire-breathing dragons, you can get people to accept a lot of things that they might otherwise have problems with.

So it's the dragons and GRRM himself didn't say it's impossible. In F&B, there is no quote directly stating that polygamy has been abolished. The Faith could not make it so. We know the Faith considered incest and polygamy as sins and Jaehaerys I compromised with the Faith using the Doctrine of Exceptionalism. He picked incest over polygamy but nowhere in the text does it say it's been made illegal. He just picked his battle with the Faith at that time cause he was in love with Alysanne.

One might say Maegor's marriages weren't real but the fact is those women were acknowledged as his wives by the people. The stain of polygamy is largely bc of Maegor but that hasn't stopped other Targs from contemplating of doing it.

“Ser Jorah would be angry, she knew, but he was the one who'd said she had to take two husbands. Perhaps I should marry them both and be done with it.”

Dany obviously is open to polyandry and its possibility. Polygamy is a thing that will make Jon legitimate not because I want him to but because GRRM has set the precedents for it. It wasn't put there just as a thing of the past. I guess this is all kinda moot because might makes right in the end. RL marriage will be legitimate depending on whose agenda. I think the North would support it so as to not make Lyanna some girl Rhaegar has gotten a bastard with.

He is not my father. The thought leapt unbidden to Jon's mind. Lord Eddard Stark is my father. I will not forget him, no matter how many swords they give me.

They will give him many swords which could mean the IT(made up of a thousand swords) and the allegiance of Houses(my sword is yours). Also if Jon is a bastard, he's not worthy enough to marry the first born daughter of Ned Stark.

[angyvalentine]

Of healing oils and lost teeth

Summary: “Now you get what is the lesson I taught them.” He shrugged, getting up to reach her. As before, he held her waist in his big hands, somehow draping himself over her “I have no problem in training and sharing military stuff with them. But expecting to share what is really mine, is out of question.” Some domestic fluff with Kratos and his first wife, Lysandra. Years before Ares's oath and Calliope's birth.

Words: 2k+ Pairing: Kratos x Lysandra

A/N: This was indeed the first work I ever wrote in God of War fandom. All started from a fanart I did, theeen... well, words came soon after. Not really my best work but hey, I'm still not used in writing fanfics in English xD (the second one is indeed way longer lmao).

Note: Ajax, Ortho and Anthea are characters you can see/hear of in the comics. Polyandry was pretty common in ancient Sparta, and while historically the husband had to give consent to "share" his wife, in the comic Ajax isn't really aware how much his wife Anthea enjoyed other men's company… :°) and while his comrades chatted about how many times they spent with her, Kratos thought "of HIS Lysandra". Gawd. That's when I actually started to think of him as a "no-share" type. I would have loved to see a bit more about them together…

Note2: "Nardus" is how lavender was called in Ancient Greece. Again, any feedback is very welcome! <3

It was dark outside, when he finally reached their home. Given the warm temperature, all the windows were open – and from the kitchen, he could actually see the soft light from the hearth. Probably Lysandra was finishing preparing the dinner – and no matter how late he could come back home from the training fields, she always waited for him to share a meal together. The smell of roasted pig and wine was a pleasant welcome – as well the view of his wife, after a whole day spent training with his soldiers. She was humming while chopping some vegetables, accompanied by the gurgling of the gravy in the cooking pot. A totally opposite scenario from the atmosphere in the gyms, where the shouts of the instructors and the other soldiers and the clangour of the weapons filled his ears for hours. There, between the walls of their modest home, he could feel his soul relaxing, the raging beast, normally so bloodthirst, calming down. He carefully closed the door, as if he could destroy that bubble of peace if he did too much noise. Lysandra turned around, a quick smile tugged her lips upside. “Welcome back, love.” She said, lifting the plate to let the vegetables fall into the cooking pot.

Love.

A strange endearment for a man who was famous for being one of the cruellest and most violent captains in the whole Sparta. Lysandra was well aware of his infamous fame and she often criticized his brutal methods in war. Where many of his own soldiers were scared to death to even look at him in the eyes (still, they fight each other to have the honour of joining his army), she wasn’t scared at all to let her voice be heard. She always thought his ruthless carnages were disgusting, because come on, couldn’t be there any other way to fight for Sparta? And maybe she was right. But after losing his brother in that fateful night when they were kids, Kratos swore to himself he’d have become the best warrior Sparta would have ever seen. No matter how much blood he would have to shed, no matter how many corpses he’d have step on.

Was that an excuse? Probably. Because he loved the feeling of power he felt whenever his army conquered the target he chose for their campaign. Almost in a sadistic way, he was euphoric when the smell of the blood of his enemies reached his nostrils, and the agony in the voice of his victims was like music for his ears. He swore to serve Sparta, and he was damn good in doing so. No wonders many got surprised when he actually chose the woman that later became his wife – a beast like him could really fall for a woman, ignoring how many of them he had taken to his bed in the past? Yet Lysandra was something different from any other woman, Spartan or not, he met before.

She was his polar opposite. The peaceful calm while he was the rampant fury. With her patience and kindness she represented such an anomaly in Spartan culture, where boys and girls were trained since they were young to fight for the glory of their city. Kratos couldn’t deny his wife was an archer blessed by Artemis herself, and those long legs (those legs that he loved feeling wrapped around his waist-) made her run fast like she had had Hermes’ wings on her ankles. Yet she never showed off her talent, nor she liked to take advantages with it. On contrary, she was always the first to help others instead of using that same time to train by herself. Lysandra never liked violence, and she wasn’t happy at all whenever he left for war campaigns. Even if she never clearly admitted it, he could actually imagine the unnerving waiting she had to bear while she was at home, alone, not knowing when, or if, he’d come back.

Kratos reached for her, placing his hands on her hips and leaving a quick peck on her cheek. Her skin was fresh, as if she bathed short before his arrival, and it was a nice feeling compared to his warm skin. She chuckled, one of her hands raising to gently scratch his jaw while the other was still busy stirring the food with a long wooden spoon. “Dinner is almost ready. The water is still nice, if you want to take a quick bath.” “Maybe later.” He replied in a low voice, not moving his hands and instead looking at his wife “Are you aware that this” he did a slight flick with his chin, pointing at the cooking pot “should be helots’s job?” Lysandra shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip to taste the gravy. “I do not mind doing it myself.” She simply said, hanging the spoon on its hook “I treasure the time I can spend alone with my husband.” At her reply, the warrior didn’t know what to say. He just held her close, deeply breathing in her sweet scent. Her hair smelled like nardus, still damp from the bath, and for a moment he just preferred to lose himself in that embrace. Forgetting the gyms, the training, the soldiers. Just like her, he wanted to enjoy some peaceful time with his wife. “Come on, go take a seat.” She sweetly murmured, caressing the arms that were circling her waist “That belly will not get filled by itself.”

They dined exchanging very few words, choosing to enjoy the mere presence of the other one. It was more… intimate. Something he needed after a long day, gladly skipping the meals in the common mess halls of the barracks. Not to mention that meals prepared by his wife were way better than those served in said mess halls. He was busy chewing the juicy meat when he felt Lysandra’s insistent gaze on him. Looking at her, he noticed she was staring at his right hand. More precisely, his knuckles. For a moment, he hoped she wouldn’t ask anything about it. “… I guess you hit home with that fist?” she asked, raising a eyebrow. “More or less.” He simply replied, biting off some meat “Call it a well taught lesson.” He somehow tried to let the matter drop, avoiding to add any detail. But he knew his wife, when she wanted, could be more stubborn than him. Even if she didn’t actually say anything. “Ortho thought I should be more… willing to share.” He reluctantly added. Lysandra frowned, not understanding what her husband meant. “Combat tactics?” she suggested, sipping some wine from her cup. Kratos stared knowingly at her, giving her some time to get the point. Gods, she really wanted him to admit it. “You know Anthea, right?” She nodded, collecting the dishes from the table and getting up to bring them to the stone sink. “Of course I do. She is pretty good in preparing herbal mixtures and healing oils too.” “Yeah, healing.” He sneered, smirking into his fist “And you know Ajax as well, correct?” “You mean her husband?” Kratos nodded, crossing his arms and looking at his wife, who was still facing the sink. He probably waited too long to add anything, since she turned around to look at him with a perplexed expression on her face. “The fact is, knowingly or not, Ajax shared his wife way more than he would like to admit. And some idiots suggested I should do the same with mine.” He saw her back stiffen, her hands frozen gripping at a dish. “… oh.” She simply said, somehow hesitant to add anything else. “Now you get what is the lesson I taught them.” He shrugged, getting up to reach her. As before, he held her waist in his big hands, gently folding himself over her “I have no problem in training and sharing military stuff with them. But expecting to share what is really mine, is out of question.” She inhaled, closing her eyes and leaning on his shoulder. “This is why you broke his nose.” “Nose? Not at all.” He said, massaging her hips “I left him busy collecting his teeth from the ground. A broken nose can be annoying in fighting, it can be difficult to breath. Missing a couple of teeth? He will learn to chew with his other ones.” “Because saying “I beg to differ, but…”…?” “It would not have had the same… impact.” He sneered at his own pun, laughing when he felt Lysandra hitting his side with an elbow.

** **

He dried his skin with a towel, joining Lysandra in the bedroom after the bath she heartily recommended him to get. He stopped at the doorstep, admiring the woman he proudly called his wife, who way distracted looking outside the window while waiting for him. She was wearing a tunic that looked so… ethereal and pure on her, yet way more daring - by the Gods, he noticed she wasn't wearing anything underneath it - compared to her classical blue and white dress . He could almost see all the details of that trained, yet soft body – a body that he was eager to love and worship, as much as he loved and worshipped the woman that body belonged to. He still remembered how he saw red when Ortho suggested him to emulate Ajax. Just the idea of any other man laying a finger on his wife made his blood boiling. Ortho could consider himself lucky, Kratos’ fist just made him lose a couple of teeth, his skull was still intact. Somehow.

Shrugging his shoulders, he reached the bed and sat on it, the wood creaked under his weight. Lysandra smiled at him, patting on the bedspread to invite him closer to her. He leant toward her to kiss her lips, but his mouth met her fingertips instead. “Lay down.” She said, kneeling on the mattress and patting again on the soft blanket “Someone deserves some pampering tonight.” “Should not it be the opposite instead?” Kratos raised an eyebrow, looking at her, but she shook her head. “As much as I cannot agree with the methods you use to prove your points, I cannot deny I am glad you will not follow Ajax’s example.” She explained, leaning toward her nightstand and getting a little jar “And I know you think it is ridiculous, but Anthea’s oils are really good for muscular pains.” “We both know why she is so good at preparing oils, Lysandra.” He remarked, yet did as his wife said. He laid down, hands crossed under his cheek and eyes closed.

He felt her sitting on his bottom and, a few seconds later, some drops falling on his back. He could heard her warming the oil on her hands, before actually feeling them on his skin. For minutes, the only sounds he could actually hear were the chirp of the crickets outside, and the squishy movements of Lysandra’s hands on his back. Another thing his wife was damn good in. The gentle night breeze created a nice contrast with her warm fingers, which were busy kneading his muscles in soothing movements. Kratos let her handling his body however she pleased, letting her move his arms on his sides to work better on his back’s muscles. He internally smirked, considering she was maybe the only person alive that could actually tame him like that. Even keeping him under her, something no one would ever dare to imagine.

“Ortho is a idiot.” He mumbled after a while, without opening his eyes “He really has no idea what it means.” “He will learn, sooner or later.” She replied, massaging his neck “Maybe one day he will marry the best woman he could ever find here in Sparta.” Kratos sneered, trying to turn around. He looked at her with a smirk, before moving a hand to gently grab her leg. “He is way too late.” He said, slowly raising to let her sit on the bed, before guiding her to lay on her back “That woman is already taken. He has lost his chance to get the best.” Lysandra just chuckled, knowing well what was waiting for her. Kratos was a man always ready to repay a favour. And in that moment, he was quite eager to repay her.

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I did my Blindsight vampire headcanons posts for vampire childhood and prehistoric vampire sociality, so now it's time for the one about vampire sexuality!

Blindsight vampire headcanons: vampire sexuality:

Vampires are in some significant ways less sexual than humans. I'll explain it by modifying some words of Julian Jaynes:

Mating in most animals is an elaborate behavior pattern waiting to be triggered by specific stimuli, such as security and the presence and behavior of a potential mate (including the enormous variety of extremely complicated courtship procedures that for rather subtle evolutionary advantages seem in many animals almost designed to prevent mating rather than to encourage it, as one might expect from an oversimplified idea of the workings of natural selection). Human sexuality basically works this way too, but we humans are able to use our highly active imaginations to generate our own arousal stimuli; in plain language, we are able to sexually arouse ourselves by fantasizing about sex. In humans, this often creates a positive feedback loop in which sexual fantasies cause physical sexual arousal which then encourages more sexual fantasizing. Mating/sexuality is not a necessary drive that builds up like hunger or thirst, but it often seems so to humans because of these positive feedback loops of imagination and arousal. Such positive feedback loops of imagination and arousal do not occur in the vampire. In ancestral vampires, sexual behavior and to a very considerable degree sexual desire was probably a response to certain social contexts; outside of these contexts, vampire sexuality is essentially dormant. Try to imagine what your sex life would be like if you did not have extended fantasies about sex. If you have indulged this exercise, you have likely imagined something in certain important ways not very different from the sex life of the vampire.

So vampires are kind of demisexual-adjacent. Most modern vampires are almost asexual because they're never around their own kind and humans aren't very attractive to vampires (a vampire-human hybrid would basically have a bunch of minor sensorimotor disabilities by vampire standards, so we register to them as having undesirable genes). Also, considering what kind of people vampires are, I think modern vampires would likely be discouraged from developing sexual attraction to humans by their handlers, and said discouragement would be a lot more sophisticated than anything we could do (think of the neuroaestheticist's cap Chelsea used on Siri in Blindsight; an obsolete mass-market technology).

On the other hand, vampires have stronger tendencies toward polyamory and bisexuality/pansexuality than humans. Default vampire sexuality is demisexual-adjacent bi/pan.

Part of the reason for that is ancient vampires had problems with low genetic diversity and polyandry increases genetic diversity. For instance, if a vampire pack wanted to trade, say, preserved fish for obsidian with a neighboring pack, they might send a female near ovulation to do the deal, with the understanding that she'd have sex with one or more of the males of the other pack and the hope that she'd come back pregnant (in the Blindsight elsewhere fic I'm working on, Heron's oldest surviving son was conceived this way). Another part of the reason is... I think if you actually look at human behavior it sure looks like for humans sex is mostly a social and recreational activity that occasionally produces babies as a side effect, and I think if you look at bonobos it sure looks like social, playful, non-reproductive sexuality is a very old feature of the human lineage and the human/vampire last common ancestor probably already had it. It's possible that vampires lost it, but I think it's more interesting if humans and vampires each have their own adaptive variations on the behavior (and both species are doing something different with it than whatever the last common ancestor was doing). The model I'm going with is vampires used social, playful, non-reproductive sexuality to strengthen bonds between mated pairs and to strengthen pack solidarity, and polyamory and bi/pansexuality were adaptive for the latter function.

A squicky implication of that is a lot of ancient vampire sexuality was incestuous. "My siblings are also my polycule" was a very common ancient vampire experience. Ancient vampires understood the dangers of inbreeding (they were probably acutely aware of it, as a desert culture is acutely aware of the dangers of heat and thirst!), but for vampires non-reproductive sexuality, playful sexuality, was often with relatives. It's significant here that separating reproductive and non-reproductive sexuality was easier for vampires than for preindustrial humans. For one thing, most vampires were bi/pan, and inbreeding is a complete non-issue with homosexual relationships. Also, vampires have a way better sense of smell than humans and can smell if someone is in the 5-7 day fertile window during and before ovulation and ancient vampires were plenty smart enough to use that ability to make pregnancy a more-or-less completely optional feature of heterosexual sexual relationships too (if you don't want to get pregnant by somebody, just don't have PIV sex with that person for about one week per month).

Also, ancient vampires did have a non-trivial rate of the new alpha just mating with her own brother instead of accepting an unrelated male into the pack, because while this wouldn't have been a best practice for the health of the species the inbreeding effects probably wouldn't be too bad if it was just one generation and it was safer for the individual vampires involved, especially the male. By implication, a non-trivial percentage of the ancient vampire population was the result of sibling matings.

Ancient vampire sociality was characterized by matrilineal kinship centered pack structure, small pack size, and low trust relations between packs. The second most likely reaction of an ancient vampire to meeting a vampire not of their pack was to try to kill and eat them (the most likely reaction was avoidance/flight). If you were an ancient vampire, incest was usually the only way you could have a sexual/romantic relationship with a courtship that wasn't terrifying. Knowing this may make it easier for a human to empathize with the ancient vampire tendency toward incest.

In biologist parlance, when humans and vampire coexisted they had behavioral reproductive isolation from each other; the two species mostly did not find each other attractive. However, we know this isolation was not complete, cause there's vampire DNA in modern humans. Unfortunately, prehistoric vampire males did sometimes opportunistically rape ovulating human women as a low-investment reproductive strategy (the vampire would let the woman go afterward with the hope that she would return to her community carrying a gestating hybrid child; if she wasn't pregnant or her community filicided the child or the child otherwise died it was no big loss to the vampire, and if she was pregnant and the child was cared for by the woman's community the vampire's genes would thus propagate). Unfortunately, much of the vampire DNA in modern humans probably got there through this pathway. Vampires in some times and places also had other reasons to value and deliberately create vampire/human hybrids (details of the process varied - Heron's chosen method for conceiving her half-human daughter was to implant a hypnotic command in a human that made him see her as a girl in his tribe he had a crush on and then arrange for him to meet her outside his village for sex, which I guess is arguably less bad than simple violent rape).

I think it's possible that a vampire could have a consensual and relatively "nice" romantic relationship with a human, but that probably was never common and it'd probably look at least a little bit creepy.

[aro-ortega]

can we get a completely contextless spoiler for lots 👁 OR if u dont wanna, whats ur fav thing/s that are in lots that you can talk abt (tropes/scenes/characters/etc)

the bairn's (kingdom where the bluejay operates) royal family is done via sororal polyandry - the queen + her sisters share one husband. the queen's children are considered next in line for the throne, however if the queen has no daughters the eldest daughter of any of the queens's sisters will be next in line - if there are no daughters then the queen's eldest son rules

i loooove kieran i love that kieran loves the sea and i cannot wait to write about kieran swimming kieran loves it so much and im also looking forward to writing kieran + jay gender convo im glad i thought of a way that they could talk about that (: and just love their whole romance. and i love natalie !!! she is the coolest...

Edit: changed the bairn from a fraternal monarchy to a sororal one

[ravenclaw-questions-gone-writing]

Ven’s Idea Outline #1 (Maribat)

Remember that MariDamiJon fic that I mentioned I was going to do for the gift exchange? It’s still bouncing around in my head and Luka decided to join in so I’ve decided to at least make an outline in (assuredly vain) hopes that it will leave me alone for a bit.

Ao3

Part 1

Typical Daminette but Hanahaki style bc I can’t find any Maribat hanahaki fics and I need one and I can’t find any.

Dick and Damian sent to scope out Paris for Hawkmoth related reasons

Jon goes with bc he’s Damian’s emotional support kryptonian but he might arrive later This idea has been removed but I like it so I will share it.

Damian is getting familiar with the new battlegrounds  taking a walk in the park when a girl falls from a tree and lands on top of him

The girl apologizes profusely before explaining that she’s really clumsy and she was just trying to help a kitten stuck in the tree

It’s not love at first sight but Damian appreciates an animal lover and is slightly less of an ass than he would usually be

Might mix this with my Blossom Soulmate AU that I never got around to finishing and posting, now that I think about it

Anyway, Damian helps her get the cat down from the tree

He latches onto this potential information source who is not as annoying as most other people and sticks with her

They become friends friendly acquaintances and he drops by her school to pick up her up after she agreed to show him around Paris.

Debating Lila salt...

Debating Class salt...

If yes: Damian walks into a scene where Marinette  and sweeps Marinette away without a word to the rest of her class

If no: Damian arrives and proceeds to wait for her outside by his motorcycle

Either way, his appearance makes waves in Dupont’s rumor mills

They do not know he’s Damian Wayne, just that there’s a dude who attractive enough to be model with a motorcycle waiting for the schools (tragic, if salt) sunshine fashion princess.

Robin and Nightwing meet up with Ladybug and Chat Noir to offer their help in figuring out who Hawkmoth is, as well as fighting and training.

Full Miraculous court meeting with Ryuko, Viperion, Queen Bee, Carapace, Rena Rouge, Pegasus, Bunnyx, and Monkey king. (Rena Rouge is removed if Class salt. Replaced with Fox!Nath or Fox!Julieka)

Ladybug and Robin get along

About two weeks in Adrien starts officially dating Kagami.

Another week passes and Damian finds out Marinette has been coughing flower petals and her unrequited love is her classmate Adrien Agreste.

She refuses to remove the hanahaki - this version is the standard they can’t fall in love ever again if they remove it.

This revelation makes him oddly uneasy, it isn’t until his own Hanahaki shows up later that night that realizes he understands why.

Damian does a pretty good job of hiding it.

Dick knows something is up but he’s trying to give Damian more space so he doesn’t look into it and trusts Damian would ask him if it’s life threatening

Ladybug notices his discomfort on patrol and they talk

He is surprised to learn Ladybug also has it and Robin comes up with the brilliant idea that they should fall in love with each other.

There is precedent that if you fall out of love with the person, the Hanahaki will go away. But falling out of love is difficult and not easily done. There must be no lingering romantic feelings at all.

Ladybug encourages Robin to chase his crush first, because he at least has a chance if the girl he likes also has it.

Cue the debates

If Ladybug wins: Enter Damian going all out in flirty assassin seduction techniques from his mother - Good Talia that kills rapists, none of that she raped Bruce bs, she actually had a good relationship with Bruce and a mutual breakup because of differing views on killing people - that he’s barely used since his lessons on it in the league and romantic advice from Dick.

He goes full on Bitch-sensei from assassination classroom.

He’s commissioned a shirt from Marinette. She gets to design it however she wants.

It is a long sleeved button up, specifically made to accentuate his muscles without being too revealing.

That’s the shirt he wears when he asks her out with flowers and a stuffed kitten holding a stuffed wood board that says “please date me” He has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, top button undone. Collar and hair ruffled up for maximum sensuality. He’s got a lot of references between all the people he knows (Bruce, Talia, Selina, Dick, and really his whole family is full of objectively attractive, seductive people he can reference. Just as long as he avoids mimicking their failing romantic habits, he should be fine.)

He tries to be suave about it but is a little too nervous to completely pull it off. It doesn’t matter because Marinette finds it endearing.

On the date, he’s more confident and is able to pull off suave bastard much better but only at the end. He’s a gentleman until the very end, when he leaves her in the bakery

He goes in, and twirls her admittedly short hair around his finger, maintaining eye contact as he presses his lips against her hair - it’s admittedly harder than he expected given how short it is but being so close made it more intimate and the blush on her face was definitely worth it

He leaves in the bakery slightly dazed and counts the date as a success.

Marinette’s mind shut down bc damn that boy is fine and smooth af is flustered and confused as heck but she’s willing to give him a shot

Alternatively: Marinette’s not sure about dating Damian because she feels like she’s just using him to get rid of her hanahaki bc of the idea that Robin had proposed.

Dick is ecstatic that Damian was acting weird because he had a crush and loved helping his brother out with this date planning in the city of love

He doesn’t report it back to the batfam yet because they had a small argument about it and Damian pulled away with the small victory of Dick has to wait until after the first date to tell them.

Damian is glad he Marinette’s willing to give him a chance but he’s worried about Ladybug

he wonders if he should set her up with Tim or Duke, it’d be a shame to lose a friend and hero like her.

Robin brings up his success to Ladybug and asks if there’s anything he can do to help her.

She notes that a friend had actually confessed to her and she’s giving them a chance.

They accidentally compare notes on their dates and that’s their reveal.

If Robin wins: An awkward start that smooths into moonlit dates on the Eiffel tower, dancing on rooftops, an increase in flirting but only after battles, never before it bc they have a professional reputation to keep, increasingly physical training routines, stolen kisses but not on lips until they’re more comfortable with each other.

Fast tracked mutual slow burn which kinda defeats the purpose of a slow burn but whatever

I have realized these ideas are not mutually exclusive.

Maybe Ladybug wins first but Damian fails to seduce Marinette because she has the doubts so they go with plan B and date each other. Ladybug is more comfortable with the idea of dating Robin because they both have Hanahaki and are knowingly using each other to get rid of it?

There is no identity reveal in this version

Complaint Break time: I was writing this to get it out but it keeps growing, wtf.  This is so long and I haven’t even gotten to the main part.

It was supposed to be an established Daminette but I wanted to show how they got together, this was supposed to be like 5 bullet points, 10 tops.

At some point, I’m going to have to mention the rumor that people with Hanahaki are being kidnapped because the flowers that bloom after their death make great medicine but that cures most illnesses and are good potions ingredient whatever, something along those lines. It’s not the ones they cough up but the flowers that grow on the vines constricting their lungs after until they die and only blossom after death. Those flowers that spread the pollen into the air that makes the Hanahaki disease possible.

That’s why people keep it a secret unless they’re going to get the surgery as there’s not other way to treat it.

But that’s a plot point for part 2.

I feel like this is already longer than anything I’ve put out at this point in time.

Back to the story:

Even though they’re dating, the Hanahaki doesn’t go away immediately. It slows and becomes less frequent but there are times when they think of how their love doesn’t return their feelings and the flowers come back with a vengeance and they’re down for the day, possibly the entire week, hacking up flower petals and buds.

(Ladybug Wins version until otherwise stated) It’s during one of these fits that Dick finds out and is angry at this girl playing with his brother’s feelings.

Damian is too busy hacking up bloody flower petals to correct him

The entire batfam and subsequently Superfam now know the batfam’s youngest has hanahaki

Jon is called in and flies in to help keep an eye on his best friend

Bruce, Jason, Tim, and Duke are shocked but they pack up and are ready to go in guns blazing to have a talk with this girl bc the boys might not be on the best terms but that’s their baby brother. The girls stay behind to hold down the fort (because I need more time to get familiar with them before I can confidently write their characters. I’m not too confident about Duke either but I already mentioned him and it’s too late to back out now.)

So, Damian’s brothers and his father track her down to a different park in Paris where Marinette’s hanging out with her friends

They’re incised to find their brother’s girlfriend with another guy’s arm around her, leading her away from the main group of friends

It’s Luka, he’s helping her hide her hanahaki because she assures him that she has it under control and will go with him to the hospital if it becomes too much

They confront the couple

There’s a lot of intimidating posturing and accusations

Batfam is absolutely not prepared for the bloody flowers that spill from her lips - her hanahaki is even worse than Damian’s

Detective bats (correctly or incorrectly, depending on which version happens) put the pieces together and figure they’re dating to get rid of the hanahaki, that is something Damian would absolutely propose

and oh shit, this time it’s not just Bruce that’s adopting someone. They have a little sister now.

Luka explains what he knows about the situation and basically confirms what they’d deduced.

Welp, since they’re here, Hawkmoth has become top priority.

Hawkmoth takes one look at the Miraculous circle and the new set of bats and just- nopes out plus super boy and just nopes out.

Like, he tries but he has no expectation of winning and tries to run instead. It doesn’t work, they have all grounds covered.

I should probably make use of Mayura if I ever do write everything out but she didn’t really leave much of an impression on me tbh and I don’t have a lot of ideas. Maybe if I ever go back and watch it.

Celebratory, on-the-spot kiss between Robin and Ladybug where they do “oh“ and realize the pressure in their chest is finally gone and the Hanahaki is no more.

(Robin Wins) Dick is obliviously happy about little Robin leaving the nest and finding a mate until he finds out both the little heroes coughing up flower petals on their date

then he goes in and mother hens them both, before demanding answers

He’s also less happy about this whole dating thing

Dick can’t do much about Ladybug without revealing her identity but Damian isn’t getting out of it so easily

Dick figures out who Damian’s crushing on and goes to do a little investigating. He is very surprised to see it’s a bubbly, energetic designer girl and not someone... calmer. But then he thinks of Jon and it makes a little more sense

He talks to her, asks about what she thinks of Damian and is pleasantly surprised by her positive view of his brother. He asks if she would go out with him and she coughs up some petals

Now, Dick’s freaking out and why are there so many children with Hanahaki? This is the third one in two days!

fast forward because I’m finally out of ideas for this part

Ladybug knows she’s fallen for Robin, which was the entire point of them dating but she not sure he actually reciprocates or is still trying to forget that other girl.

Or if you went the other way, Robin’s still chasing Marinette but Ladybug now likes Robin and is aware that he’s trying to woo her. So, out of the frying pan and into another for her.

Robin is absolutely having regrets bc he is an emotional wreck and crushing on two girls and this was not supposed to happen, damnit.

A meta gets akumatized and takes out half the miraculous court but turns out the meta’s psychic ability can help track Hawkmoth so its all cool, now that they know what Hawkmoth feels like

Ladybug, Chat Noir, Ryuko, and Robin vs Hawkmoth and Mayura

Nightwing stayed behind to watch the other heroes are no longer brain dead from the battle but boy are they out of it and he has to make sure they get home safe

that does not mean he’s not extremely put out and worried about it since he knows half the team has hanahaki and it may interfere with the fight

Even if the Ladybug suit lessens the hanahaki attacks, they still happen from time to time

For two people who don’t  show up to fight often Hawkmoth and Mayura put up a good fight

Ladybug has an hanahaki attack and Hawkmoth tried to take advantage of it, only to get knocked out by Chat Noir who’s still pissed at his dad for causing this whole thing

Chat Noir and Ryuko are pretty shocked Ladybug has hanahaki, even more her timer runs out and she choses to present it to Robin

Robin is shook

He gets it together and pulls her into a kiss that cures their hanahaki and makes their brains melt

Now Marinette’s kinda confused bc what the other girl

Damian, slightly shifting his mask so she can see who he is: That other girl was YOU

Now Marinette’s the one who’s shook

Note: Chat Noir and Ryuko have both de-transformed at this point and are watching with wide eyes but they do not see who is under that mask. Also, no cameras in this section of the manor bc that would be proof.

They have a lot to talk about but it works out in the end.

the outline above was written out of order bc I had to go back everytime a new idea hit and I cannot be bothered to go back and dodeca-check this thing again just to make sure everything makes sense.

Part 2 (that was supposed to be the main story- finally made it, the starting point. I cry.)

Ok, so, now that Daminette is established and the evil is defeated

Damian returns to Gotham with his girlfriend in tow to introduce her to the rest of his family, despite his better judgement

Jon is happy that Damian is in happy, loving relationship but he’s a bit sad that it’s not him and oop, sunshine kryptonian boy got hanahaki’d.

Same for Luka. (Yes, Jagged will be his dad and a Gothamite.)

Jagged and his kids join them in Gotham bc he has to be there to show his favorite designer niece around to all the best places of his hometown.

Luka finds out Jon has Hanahaki and they bond over the experience

They make a pact to cover each other and get the other to the hospital when it gets to that point

Pining/Simping meetings over their best friends that for some unknown reason seem to lessen the flower coughing over time even though these meetings probably make things worse but they also need vent before it increases again.

Luka and Jon beginning to fall for each other but they think the other is still in love with Marinette/Damian and it’s true that they still hold feelings for their best friends that aren’t diminishing in the sleightest and it’s all very confusing.

It’s even more confusing when we add the new hero in Gotham, Viperion who’s there to continue training with the bats since he’s visiting the area, rescues and lightly flirts with Jon who ended up developing a small crush and Jon realizes he has a type.

So, poor Jon’s now crushing on Damian, Luka, and Viperion

Viperion meets Superboy and the kryptonian doesn’t seem to like him?

Luka’s crushing on Marinette, Jon - still doesn’t know that Damian is Robin. And is kinda curious and a little hurt that the Robin’s oddly familiar kryptonian is actively and obviously avoiding him and that heart song is kind of familiar but different.

Viperion also gains a crush on Robin after watching him take down a thug in a very graceful way - the bird was showing off for his bug and decided to make it a little showier, he accidentally also caught a snake

Ladybug and Robin still flirt but the court - aside from Ryuko and Chat, depending on which version - think that’s just their dynamic, though they do pull Robin aside for a bit to tell him she has a boyfriend now. He assured them it’s fine and he knows, oddly amused at their attempt.

man, I am not original with this identity porn thing

It isn’t until Luka sees Jon again that he puts it together.

Marinette suspiciously notes Luka and Jon been hanging out an awful lot she’s making connections to the time she had hanahaki and Luka covered for her

The pains of befriending deductive genii.

Cue the panic and they accidentally claim they’re dating but it throws Marinette off for now, so it kinda worked?

Hanahaki fic with a fake dating AU. Oops.

Mari decides since she and Damian don’t know this, they must have been neglecting their best friends and double dates are the way to go.

Cue more panic

Unlike Marinette who is willing to trust their word, Damian’s a suspicious bastard who’s kind of dubious and a little salty that Jon didn’t tell him earlier if they’re telling the truth but Mari’s all gung ho about it so he lets it go for now

They go on the date and it is an emotional mess for everyone involved

It starts out fine

Jon and Luka act a bit weird because they have to cover for each other randomly coughing up petals, not to mention they’re on a date with their original crushes without actually dating their original crushes not even mentioning their new crushes and the secret identity reveal that Luka still hasn’t confronted Jon on and Jon’s guiltily thinking about Viperion half the time he thinks about Luka and shouldn’t it be the other way around?

Yeah, so they’re a mess

Damian’s watching them like he’s trying to figure them out and it is not helping but thank god Mari’s distracting him totally on accident

Marinette? She found a random lost kid in Gotham looking for their parents

So now the double date’s been temporarily derailed to help the lost kid

While Damian’s watching Marinette try pass the crying kid off to Jon for a  moment so she can make a phone call to report a lost child but the kid’s clinging onto Marinette, and they exchange looks so Jon calls in the lost kid instead and he’s just struck with the idea of a family with the three of them and some kids

Cue panic time (again)

Ignoring the thought of children, why was Jon in his fantasy?

Luka’s just watching a smitten boy go into panic mode over the trio and while doesn’t quite know what’s going on in Damian’s head, but that was really cute and oh not again

They find the kid’s parents, and the date moves on

Jon’s more comfortable, Marinette wasn’t really bothered in the first place. Luka and Damian are now having crises

Luka makes a joke under his breath in an attempt to calm down before his Hanahaki acts up

It did not help bc Damian overhears and gives a small amused snort that made his heart stutter but hey positive interaction!

Both Marinette and Jon but end up having feelings very similar to the one Damian had earlier when they look over at Damian and Luka’s little interaction - Damian’s giving Luka a small smirk and Luka is entirely embarassed at being heard when he wasn’t hadn’t meant to be.

But then Luka gives Jon a small sign before he excuses himself to the restroom so Luka can run off and cough up his flower petals

You remember that whole thing about the kidnapping people with hanahaki so they die and medicine and things can be collected from the flowers springing up from their corpse thing? Yeah, the kids are in Gotham and there is definitely a group there that has dealings with the trade and someone saw Luka hacking up flowers

but they mark him and pull back to plan instead of kidnapping him then and there bc drama and Jon followed him to the restroom to check on him

Date ends ok and everyone’s kind of an emotional wreck

Damian has surprisingly learned his lesson on miscommunication and guiltily confides his fantasy to her like a parishioner to his priest

Marinette basically goes same and confesses about the moment she and Jon saw his interaction with Luka.

“So, We’re together, and they’re together...and I might be in love with Jon, you think you might be in love with Luka... What now?“ Damian asked, trying to make sense of it all

“We could...” Marinette swallows, “um, all four of us? together?“ she offered meekly. Seeing that Damian seemed to like the idea, she continued. “Y’know, feel out how receptive they are to the idea and then just seduce them?”

Ok, so the temporary communication skills were nice.

Because instead of talking it out with their best friends, they decide to seduce them but to be fair, there’s at least one version of this where Damian got where he did because of seduction.

Between both Damian and Marinette’s phsyical attractiveness, their combined determination and stubbornness, Damian’s assassin seduction knowledge, and Marinette’s fashion ability and tactical knowledge of where to accentuate what, Jon and Luka have no chance of leaving pining hell for the foreseeable future.

Marinette doubles down on the “double dates” aka, seduction plans in action and group hang outs, aka much more softer, subtle seduction plans

Marinette and Damian do not do much seeing how receptive they are and really just jump right into the seduction, except they adjust the plans so Luka and Jon don’t catch on so Daminette couple thinks it’s ok to go all out.

Cue seduction and pining hijinks, and a whole lot of bloodly flowers and plenty of internal screaming

Damian learns that Luka might not be too bad in the group and Jon is panicking because oh shit he’s got another crush and it’s his best friend’s girlfriend.

the quartet’s love issues are really full circle... or whatever this shape is supposed to be. Because there’s still the whole Viperion/superboy thing and - i just... I’m not going to keep analyzing this.

Somewhere during this, Jon confesses his feelings this particular friend group to Con, leaving out the whole Hanahaki thing. Con tells Tim for advice on being a big brother and things happen but I’m not sure what. I just want TimCon and the Superboys bonding

So a couple weeks pass by the Hanahaki’s getting pretty bad and Luka suddenly goes missing

Ladybug and the bats are on it as soon as they realize he’s gone

Except they are missing one, very important piece of information

Luka’s hanahaki

So, for the next few days, they don’t get anywhere until Jon slips up and ends up coughing up a shitton of bloody flowers which leads to panic, confusion and explanation, bc wtf Jon, you’re supposed to be dating Luka and that’s definitely not unrequited

So everyone gets the full explanation, the final piece of the puzzle snaps into place and the bats are on it.

Marinette and Damian have to put aside that whole revelation in order to track and save Luka before he dies of Hanahaki

They both make sure to kiss Jon first so he doesn’t get handicapped by his hanahaki like Ladybug did but he and Luka will be on thin ice once they get Luka back

So it’s pretty much a race against time bc they don’t know how bad Luka’s hanahaki is

Tracking, beat up bad guys, possible magic related villain(s) searching for potion ingredients that may take harm Superboy more than than if they weren’t there

They rescue Luka or Luka and Ssass break out as Viperion and meet them halfway.

Hey, the identity reveals!

 Either way, at the end of it, Luka ends up with Ladybug and the unconscious and they have to wait until he wakes up to administer the kiss/cure bc it doesn’t work if one party is unconscious

which sparks an interesting idea of a sleeping beauty-cinderella style hanahaki fic where it would work if they’re unconscious, and the patient has to find go out to find who cured them and I’ll have to adjust some other rules of the hanahaki disease such as who can cure it but goddamn it

So while Luka’s out, Marinette and Damian confront the possibly injured but very much awake Jon

Once Luka wakes up and is brought up to speed, they take care of his hanahaki and work out the new boundaries of their new relationship

Part one is longer and I’m a bit put out by that. This made much more sense in my head but if you got this far, my rambling must have made some sort of sense.

[raidengaile]

okay listen- imposter!au but it's reversed.

so like, reader gets reincarnated/teleported to genshin right? but add a twist. reader will still have their same body but when they decided to take a look around, they saw the real god but they exactly looks like reader.

BUT! make reader a sagau writer too. like they retired from writing fanfictions because you know, they have a job now but it doesn't matter.

reader accepts the fact that they're the imposter and tried to think of ways to survive (since the true god is ordering their acolytes to get reader's head)

AND! reader found out that the tsaritsa has a grudge against the real god! so reader went to the tsaritsa themselves and offered their loyalty to her.

of course, the tsaritsa will be a lil suspicious about reader—but still, she's excited about what's going to happen in the future.

(imagine having your enemy's worst enemy on your side- like i won in life)

@willowedwisteria @is-very-sad @chocoenvy @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry

OH GOD IM GONNA MAKE A FIC OUT OF THIS WAIT A FUCKING SECOND

[vibingindark]

Well, shit.

AN: I kinda wanna sleep, but this stupid idea is keeping me awake, so here it is. Might write a continuation, we will see how it goes.

Be warned, not only I am sleep deprived and writing this on my phone, but English isn't my first language so this is kinda shitty. You have been warned!

PS: This work has been inspired by works of @nicebonescomrade and @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry. Both are amazing writers go check them out now!

You are running which on its own doesn't say much since isn't that pretty much all you've been doing since you got here? Firstly running through the Mondstadt's wilderness at every little sound, then running from Acting Grand Master and her entire order, because Jean decided that your appearance is just a little too similar to some god and immediately proclaimed you an impostor and an ugly stain upon the said god legacy. Never mind that you never claimed to be related to any god or that you didn't wish for any trouble.

Which all lead you towards running through the Dragonspine, while normally a little dreadful in the original game, looked like safe heaven now. It is outside of Liyue territory which thankfully means the most important thing: Xiao can't follow.

Of all your hunters, he was amongst the most dangerous and the only reason your head didn't get pierced immediately was through sheer dumb luck, you were sure. Well, not like you were complaining. A simple Alatus, wait! which distracted him enough for you to dodge and him to get swarmed by ruin guards and hunter which came out of nowhere, but again, you aren't complaining.

Well, you are complaining a bit because you don't have a coat and cold is slowly nibbling on your skin, but otherwise you alright, it could be worse. Dragonspine was dangerous territory even for knights which meant that hey! there won't be any of your would-be-murderers and every other form of life in Teyvat except humans (and Gods? Adepti?) seemed to like you well enough; so all you needed to do was find one of the hilichurls camps scattered thought the mountain and you wouldn't freeze to death. Theoretically, at least.

And for once in your life, it did go according to theory; you spotted a small camp with samachurl and hilichurls happily dancing around a fire, while Mitachurl was keeping watch. Just a few more meters until they could see you and then you would be fine, sitting near the warm fire and possibly eating some food hilichurls always seemed so happy to offer you.

And maybe if you didn't get overexcited at the prospect of warm food or squeezing some slimes that always seemed near for comfort, you would hear faint steps following you. But you didn't hear the footsteps until it was too late and suddenly the world was spinning while you were down, laying on soft snow.

The last thing you saw was the prettiest set of mismatched eyes and shock on your assaulter's face. Then everything went black.

Well, shit.

[willowedwisteria]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well, may I request for Ei x reader in sagau au (that’s what it’s called right, I’m sorry if I’m wrong) who is a really good cook and often makes desserts for her?

Summary -> The ask above!

Note -> I'm so sorry this took so long!! I've been procrastinating a bunch.

Genre -> Fluff

Ei practically sprints in seconds to get to the kitchen, the smell of the apple cupcakes you baked wafting in the air.

A small blush decorates her cheeks, and a cheeky and excited smile is plastered on her face. You pull off your oven mittens and place them aside as Ei practically teleports over to stare at the cupcakes.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't eat them yet. I haven't even put the icing on top."

With that aroused look on her face, practically drooling all over just at the sight of your unfinished masterpiece, you don't even think that she hears your warnings.

You tap her on the shoulder as she realizes how improper she's acting in front of you. It was certainly out of character for the stoic, sharp archon.

But, but, how could she ever resist? The one weakness that has stuck with her was her love for sweet things, not to mention the progress of sweets and desserts across the many centuries she's outlived.

It makes it all the while more and more tempting for her to think that you were the one who prepared such treats for her.

You molded, created, and crafted this all for her to savor and enjoy. She's not leaving behind a single scrap or trace. You've brought her to Candyland, a Candyland that you let her explore.

As she ecstatically dreamt of the heavenly taste of the cupcakes, you finished embellishing the cupcakes and placed them on a plate.

"Alright, enjoy!" You handed her one. Without hesitation, Ei snatched it out of your grasp, taking a moment to admire it in all of its glory before munching down.

You took off your apron, "Well? How is it?"

"As amazing as always, better than anything I've ever tasted in my life." You laugh at Ei's dramatics, appreciating her compliment.

You picked the plate up, on your way to carry it to another room as Ei stares in shock. "Wait! Where are you going?" She hasn't even gotten her second cupcake yet.

"To serve to the others, of course."

A moment of silence is shared between you and Ei as you try to escape to the other room where most of the acolytes were.

"No! I need more!"

To think that she would be so desperate for another bite, you should have made more.

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Special tags -> @chocoenvy, @raidengaile, @saigomo, @gunterdon, @kurages-oath, @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry, @euthym1as, @lotterymology, @matsutake-san

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Moments

Pairing: Kirishima x reader x Kaminari

Warnings: Near-death experience, mentions of blood and bleeding, general character distress, Y/N is in a hospital, happy ending, polyandry, me not knowing how to end things also i’m sorry the first two paragraphs are atrocious hhshdjc

Author’s Note:

Here’s the final request from this batch! Sorry for the wait but thanks for requesting! I hope this’ll do it for ya <3

-Sugar

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Life is made up of moments, each one simple and brief. Some events may feel as though they are building, tragedy looming on a distant horizon. Others happen in a mere instant, only to turn everything upside down.

In a moment, you’d seen the elderly civilian man standing just a bit too close to the battle ground for comfort. Another second; your boyfriend, Kirishima, threw a punch to the villain, knocking him off balance. You saw it, the beam of light shooting straight towards the man. You knew you still had time to move.

Rushing over, you took the hit.

It hurt. Everything hurt. Your eyes rolled back and a shriek escaped your lips, body seizing with the foreign throes of agony. You must have blacked out for a moment, because suddenly you felt yourself being held in a pair of arms.

“She’s bleeding!” a voice said above you, but they sounded miles away.

In a tremendous show of effort, you forced your eyes open. Light from the afternoon sun only brought more pain, but you just had to get a glimpse of him one last time.

Yes, there he was, in all his heroic glory. Your Eijirou. But he wasn’t looking at you. He must have been calling out for someone else. Perhaps it was your mutual lover. Either way, the pain was growing to be too much to bear. You slumped further into his chest, letting your eyes close once more.

Denki. If only you’d been able to see him again one last time….

…

Kaminari was not having a good day. Although, to be fair, it’s hard to ‘have a good day’ when your girlfriend is rapidly bleeding to death in front of you.

Everything seemed to happen so quickly. One moment, you, Eijirou and him were all out on patrol and the next, you were being attacked by some guy with a crazy force quirk. And then you were hurt.

He honestly thought you guys had won, as he secured the final blow on the villain with a shock of energy. Once the guy was effectively fried, Denki was ready to celebrate. Except, neither of his partners were there by his side.

He turned—confused, searching—until his eyes finally fell upon the hulking form of Red Riot kneeling on the ground a few paces away.

“. . . (Y/N)?” Kaminari tried, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt frozen to his spot, unable to move his feet forward nor back.

“She’s bleeding!” Kirishima called over his shoulder, and somehow that was what Kaminari needed to snap him out of it.

It felt as though he was trudging through molasses on his way to get to you—slow, difficult, unwilling to accept the fact that you could be hurt.

But you were. And you weren’t looking good either. You were slumped unconscious against Kirishima’s bare chest, face somehow peaceful amidst all the chaos around your unknowing body. Blood seeped out of a large gash on your stomach, and it looked bad. Kaminari tried to hold back a low moan of distress at the sight of it.

He sunk to his knees, taking off his black hero jacket and pressing it to your midsection in an attempt to slow the flow of blood. It was hard to see the stain on the dark material of the clothing article, but Denki somehow knew it would only be a matter of time before it was soaked through in its entirety.

A small crowd of civilians had gathered to watch the battle, and were now anxiously trying to see if you were going to be okay.

“The police should be here any minute,” a woman informed the two heroes somewhere above their heads.

“Did you call an ambulance?” Kirishima asked.

Denki glanced up to see the woman nod, pulling her phone back from her ear.

“You’re going to be alright,” Eijirou whispered to you, cradling your head and damaged body closer into his own. “Just stay with us, baby, please.”

…

Your eyes cracked open, slow and feeble. Blinding fluorescent light pierced between your lids, making you wince and shut them again. Where were you? And why did it smell . . . strange?

You tried opening your eyes again, your vision blurry and swimming until you were finally able to make out a white-tiled ceiling. Turning your head, you saw a table next to your bed, with a vase of pretty flowers resting at its center. You also noticed an IV drip leading into your arm.

So you were in a hospital. Made sense.

You racked your memory, trying to think of what might have landed you here. Ah, yes, the villain and the old man, that must have been it.

You turned your head again, this time to your left, and it was then that you saw them.

Denki laid slumped over the arm of a chair, supported by Eijirou’s chest. Kirishima's head laid against the sill of a window, which you had to figure couldn’t have been all that comfortable. Both men were fast asleep, quiet snores emitting from the redhead’s chest while Denki left a small puddle of drool on the man’s shirt.

You couldn’t be more in love.

A few minutes passed; just enough to make you aware of the white bandages wrapped around your midsection. A nurse stepped in, looking over his clipboard before he noticed your conscious state.

“Ah, (H/N), you’re finally awake,” he acknowledged with a smile.

“They aren’t,” you snickered hoarsely, gesturing to your partners.

The nurse laughed brightly, which was just enough of a disturbance to rouse Kirishima.

“(Y/N)!” the redhead shouted as soon as he saw you, jumping up out of his chair.

Denki nearly fell forward out of his own seat, waking with a start and a pop of static. “(Y/N)?”

Eijirou hurried to your bedside, kneeling down and taking your hand in his. “We were so worried about you!”

Denki nodded in agreement, settling in next to Eijirou and leaning against his shoulder. “You almost died!”

“Well . . . I guess I didn’t,” you said, unsure of how to respond.

“You were lucky,” the nurse pointed out. “Too much longer and you probably wouldn’t have made it.”

You swallowed, the repercussions of your actions beginning to weigh on you.

“No need to fret,” he reassured you. “We have some of the best healers in all of Japan here. I’m positive you’ll make a full recovery.”

Your boyfriends stepped out of the room so the nurse could finish running his tests; checking your vitals and asking you a few questions.

“She’s all yours,” he said, opening the door and letting the two pro heroes step back into your room before ducking out himself.

“The guy you saved came in here earlier to visit you,” Denki informed you once he was back at your bedside. “He was so grateful.”

You smiled. “I’m glad it turned out okay for everyone.”

“But we almost lost you,” Kirishima said, taking your hand again and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Please don’t be reckless like that.”

Your face morphed into a slight frown. “What was I supposed to do, then? Let him die? You should know better than anyone that I couldn’t do that.”

Kirishima cast his eyes to the floor, torn.

Kaminari put a hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “You scared us both, (Y/N). You got hurt really bad, and there was so much blood . . . . You’ve been out for two days, and Eijirou and I . . . we couldn’t help but worry that you’d never wake up again.”

Sighing, your thumb began to stroke the side of Kirishima’s hand. “I’m sorry. I know how scary that is. I can’t imagine losing one of you guys.”

“I just want you to be safe,” Eijirou said.

“Of course.” You moved your hand so you could cup his cheek. “But the important thing is that I’m alright. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Eijirou leaned forward so he could kiss your forehead, then moved back so Denki could do the same to your cheek.

“I can go get us some stuff to do together,” Denki offered. “Being in the hospital is boring, trust me.”

You and Kirishima laughed. The blond always had your backs no matter what.

And even after a moment of disaster, you were proud to say you could all bounce back. As long as the three of you stuck together, you could get through anything.

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