#{ b/c he still reminds her of that flower }

[oflostinfound]

[PhoneCall] [Heylinhenchman] Crackly yawning sounds, the distant sound of wind and waves, “ Guess who fell asleep over the ocean? I don’t know what time it is I’ve been traveling slow for the ambiance and I’m not in a familiar time zone. But I hope you get some sleep after cleaning. And that the bot is— helping—“ Another yawn, a loud splash, shriek and slap against something plastic (the blinking dashboard he couldn’t DRAW), “Just a wave! I’m safe! But yeah I just wanted to say goodnight or good morning. Have a good day Eath.” Spicer truly did aim for Nicer, “LoveyaBye” CLICK. WHAT?

Eath wasn't normally one for keeping a lot of technology around the cabin, but with Jack as a friend she had to have some means of reaching the evil genius. So when she realizes she has a message she takes the small device up to her desk in the attic, setting it down and resting her head on her elbows as she listens to the message.

At the yawn, the splash, and the reassurance that he was safe she can't help but giggle. Responding quietly to the recorded "goodnight or goodmorning" with a soft,

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Goodmorning, Jack. ❞

A light giggle following the words as she goes to stand from her desk-

“LoveyaBye”

And promptly tripping as her foot catches the leg of the chair, falling directly on her face with an extremely loud bleat,

|| 💛 ||: ❝ Eath!? You okay up there? ❞

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ I'M FINE DON'T WORRY I'M FINE- ❞

She's going to need a moment to recover from that one.

@heylinhenchman

[yourimagines]

What he likes about you fluff

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: That you love his family, you love his mom and his mom loves you. Your also very gentle and quiet just like him

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: He loves your legs, they way you wrapped them around him when you cuddle him, he loves to lay his hands on them, just touching your warm skin.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: He likes to be the big spoon but he loves it when you just cuddle him when he's sitting on the sofa or on his chair behind his computer.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Staying at home, playing video games together.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He doesn't, he mostly keep them to himself, sometimes they slip up and you just hold him, telling him it okay.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: Yes, he loves to start a family with you, he loves to have children with you and getting a dog or cat.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: He gives spoils you silently, you come home and there are flowers in a vase or some new shoes you love.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: He hold your hands when he's anxious, squeezing your hands a little bit, checking that your still here with him.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: He will get anxious, pacing around and calling his mom for support. He hates it tho.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: He likes to joke around, he likes to play around when you guys are playing some video games, distracting you.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Soft but deeply on your lips. He also places a lot of kisses on the top of your head an hands.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: He remembers the small things you like or do, he sees everything and makes sure your always okay. He also makes sure his mom will cook some food for you because he knows you love her food.

M = Memory, favorite memory together: Having a game night for the first time together. The laughs and the fun that night was the best you guys ever had. Playing around and just being yourself with him.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Leaving him, losing you, you being hurt, hating him. just everything, he hates his anxiety.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He's secretly a nerd in video games, he has a steam deck and he always carries it with him.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Darling and babe.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: At home, playing video games or just go our for a walk close by.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: Tortoise by Frankie Stew and Harvey Gunn. When you hear this song, your mind wanders off to him. You need him and he needs you, you miss him when your not with him and life is not the same without him.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tries to be open with you but sometimes his anxiety is in his way, he wants a good communication but needs some help sometimes as he cover up his emotions a lot.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: It took awhile, he thought you didn't liked him till a friend of him told him otherwise, he asked you out by text message and asked you later if you wanted to be his.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: He thinks it's because of him, he freaks out and gets upset as well, when he knows it not him he stays quiet, thinking how he can fix it.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He's proud that you like his family, that you like to game with him and that you support him

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: He wouldn't like it but would support you, he would defend you

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows when sometime up, he knows everything as he sees everything.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: Some where private but anywhere what you like and say yes to him

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: Knowing you there, holding your hands, listing to music and playing video games. he also calms down when he's alone.

[harknessxo]

Too Sweet

Paring: Dom!Hela Odindottir x sub!reader

Summary: She finds you talking to a guard in the garden and makes you cum until she’s satisfied as a punishment.

Warnings; mistress kink, punishment, praise/degradation kink, light spanking, fingering, vibrator, overstimulation, girl penis, breeding kink, cunnilingus, a little aftercare.

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A/n: This is my first Hela fanfic!

You were roaming around the castle’s garden, trying to pass the time. Hela was currently in a Royal meeting, leaving you to fend for yourself. It was really boring without her but looking at all the beautiful flowers helped. You started picking some to make a flower crown for her for when she was done when one of the guards thought it was a good idea to talk to you.

“Hey sweet thing, what are you doing all alone?” The man dumbly asked.

“I don’t think you should be talking to me-” you stammered out. He smirked at your response, stepping closer to you.

“Why’s that? Is there a reason you’re so nervous?” You immediately took a step back.

“Look, she’s going to be out any minute now, please go.” He chuckled, taking another step closer to you.

“Who is ‘she’? Your mother?”

“She’s talking about me.” Hela says from behind the idiotic man. The man immediately tenses and you do the same, knowing what was to come. He slowly turns around to face her, the smirk completely wiped off his face.

“M-my queen! I didn’t see you there!”

“You have five seconds to get out of my sight before I shred you into nothing.” She said coldly. He didn’t need to be told twice. He was out of the garden in less than a second, not even looking back. Hela then turned her attention to you, a cold look in her eyes.

“And what were you doing?”

“I was j-just picking flowers to make you a c-crown…” You stuttered, showing her the flowers you had picked out. She took the flowers from your hand, inspecting them.

“I see,” she said, her cold look slowly fading away as she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to her side, “But that doesn’t make up for the fact that you were talking to a man. You know the rules.”

“B-but he came to me and I was trying to send him away-” you immediately started to explain. She placed a finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at her.

“You still shouldn’t have been talking to him. I thought you knew better, pet.”

“Please, mistress-” She smirked as she saw you pleading with her. She loved it when you begged her.

“You know I don’t give second chances when it comes to breaking my rules, pet. I think you need a punishment to remind you who you belong to.”

“…yes, mistress,” you said, defeated. She chuckled and began to walk, pulling you along with her into her chambers.

“Good girl. Now let’s see…what kind of punishment will you be getting…” You dreaded any type of punishment from her. She always had extreme punishments in store yet you secretly enjoyed them. Once inside the room, she ordered you to take off your clothes while she sat down on the bed before pulling you into her lap. She started to play with your hair as she thought about a suitable punishment for you.

“Oh I know exactly what you need,” she slid you off her lap, going to her closet and pulling out a box you knew too well.

“Mistress, please-” you pleaded again, knowing too well what she was going to do.

“Oh, you’re begging already? We’ve barely even started, pet,” She chuckled and sat down on the bed again, patting her lap as a signal for you to lay across it. You obeyed quickly, not wanting to get a worst punishment. She put your arms behind your back and tied them together with a silk rope. After she slowly started tracing her fingers over your naked skin, making you shiver.

“I’m going to fuck this little cunt until I am satisfied and you’re going to take everything I give you. I’ll make sure to make you come until you beg me to stop, understood?”

“Y-yes, mistress.” She smiled in satisfaction. She then moved her fingers towards your soaked pussy, dipping them in your wetness.

“Would you look at that? For someone who doesn’t like to be punished, you sure are soaked by the mere thought.” She wasted no time before thrusting two fingers inside with a relentless pace right off the bat. You whine pathetically, embarrassed by wet noises your pussy was making.

“Don’t be embarrassed, darling. I love how your pussy sounds and it’s such a pretty sound,” She started to pick up the pace, knowing just how to make you fall apart in a matter of seconds.

“Ahh! Mistress!”

“That’s it. I love it when you’re a whiny little mess for me. You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you at an unrelenting pace, curling them every time she was fully inside you. You came almost immediately after her taunting comment, your juices gushing out. She helped you ride it out and then pulled her fingers out, giving your cheeks a hard smack. She watched you try to catch your breath, then she smacked your ass again, leaving another red hand print.

“That was just one orgasm, darling. We’re not even close to being done yet,” you trembled at the reminder. She waved her hands and a vibrator apparently in her hand. She started rubbing the tip of the toy over your folds, making sure to tease you before turning it on to the highest setting and shoving it inside you.

“Ah!” You yelped at the sudden roughness. She chuckled as you yelped, using her other hand to keep your hips in place.

“What’s the matter, pet? Can’t handle a little toy?”

“I- I can-” You said, wanting to please her. She grabbed your hair pulling it up, forcing you to look at her. She smirked again.

“Prove it then, darling.” She started thrusting the toy in and out of you. You found it very difficult not to squirm to get away. You were someone who would get really sensitive after just one orgasm and she knew that. She knew how sensitive you were, which is why she kept the toy on high, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to handle it. She watched your face, taking in all your expressions and moans as you tried to keep yourself from coming again.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to cum again?” You wanted to but you knew it would only get worse from there. She knew exactly what you were thinking and it amused her.

“Come on, pet. Don’t hold back on me. I know you want to cum again. I can tell by how much you’re shaking.” You immediately let go, too tired to hold back anymore. She smirked as you finally came, a look of satisfaction on her face as she turned the toy off.

“There’s a good little slut. That’s the second one. How many more do you think you can handle?”

“N-no more-” She chuckled, moving her hand up to your face and cupping your chin.

“Oh pet, you’re not getting a choice. You’re going to take whatever I give you, whether you like it or not.” She picked you up and threw you in the bed, tying your hands to the headboard now. She started taking her clothes off to reveal her already hardened cock. You clenched your thighs together at the sight. She noticed you clenching your thighs together and chuckled.

“There’s no getting away from this pet,” she knelt on the bed in between your legs, roughly spreading them apart. You clenched your eyes tightly, trying to embrace yourself to take her. She’s never been gentle when she fucked you, not even when her cock was as big as it was but you liked it. It still didn’t make it any easier for you. She ran her hands over your body, appreciating the sight of you being all tied up and spread out for her. She then grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Look at me while I’m fucking you. Understand?”

“Yes, mistress.” She smirked and gave your cheek a light slap before moving her hands to your hips, digging her nails into your skin. She then positioned herself at your entrance, teasing you a little bit before finally pushing inside with a deep groan.

“Uugh!” She bottomed out, a belly bulge forming as she did. She looked down at your belly, a satisfied smirk on her face as she placed her hand on the bulge, gently rubbing it with her thumb. She let out another groan, loving the feeling of you clenching around her.

“Gods, you feel so good, pet…” You tugged at the silk rope, wanting to touch her in anyway but it was useless. She chuckled at your attempts to get out of the restraints, clearly enjoying the sight of you all helpless and needy. She then grabbed your legs, putting them over her shoulders before starting to pound into you with a rough and fast pace.

“P-please! Slow d-down!” You cried out, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Why would I do that, pet?” She said in between groans, ignoring your pleas and continuing to thrust into you at a relentless pace. She wanted to ruin you, make you cry out for her and forget everything except her name. She was determined to get what she wanted.

Her cock kept hitting your g-spot, over and over again and soon you came on her cock for the third time of the night. She kept going, even after you came again. She was close to her own release but wanted to make you come undone once more before she did. She gripped your hips tightly, her thrusts getting even more sloppy as she chased her own orgasm.

“Tell your mistress how much you want her to cum inside you.” She commanded in between pants.

“I…I want-” you couldn’t get the words out with how fucked out you were.

“Come on, pet. Use your words. I know you can do it.” She gave a particularly hard thrust, trying to coax the words out of you.

“Haah! C-cum inside me m-mistress!” She let out a low growl at your words, her pace becoming erratic as she started to near her release. She leaned down and began leaving marks all over your neck and chest, claiming you as hers.

“Good girl. Good slut…” She came with a groan, fucking her load deep inside your guts, making sure not to waste a drop. She stayed buried inside you for a moment, riding out her orgasm before slowly pulling out. She looked down at your ruined form, admiring the way her cum was spilling out of you.

“You did so good, pet. Such a good little slut for me,” she started rubbing her cum all over your pussy lips, “But you still owe me one more,” she waved her hand once again and a toy you knew too well appeared in her hand.

“No! Please! No more!” It was another vibrator but this one was different. Every time Hela used it on you, you came hard almost immediately and you’d be sobbing by the end. She loved to see you cry which is why she would always save it for last.

“Aw, but you look so beautiful when you’re crying. Besides, I can tell that you’re still being stubborn. You need to be taught a lesson, my darling.” She grabbed your chin again, forcing you to look up at her. She turned the toy on, letting it hum loudly as she brought it to your pussy.

“No, no, no, no- AH!” As soon as the toy made contact with your clit, you could feel your orgasm building up. Hela chuckled at your reaction, loving how sensitive you were to the toy. She started rubbing it against your clit in tight circles, watching you squirm beneath her.

“That’s it. Just give in, pet. Give into the pleasure.”

“Mistress! Please no more!” You squirmed even more.

“You keep begging me to stop, but you know that it’s no use. I know you’re enjoying this, even if you won’t admit it,” she continued to rub the toy against your clit, enjoying the sight of you squirming and trying to get away from the overstimulation. You sobbed hysterically when your fifth orgasm finally washed over you. Your sight was blurred by your tears and you couldn’t feel your legs.

She smiled, satisfied with the result. She finally turned off the toy and set it aside, gently rubbing your thighs to try and calm you down a bit.

“You look so pretty when you cry, darling. All blissed out and ruined. So perfect for me.” She licked your tears away, humming at the salty taste. She then moved down your body, kissing and nipping at it until she reached your ruined pussy. You started to panic, thinking she was going to make you cum again until she shushed you.

“Relax, darling. I’m just cleaning you up,” she said before gently running her tongue through your folds, lapping up her cum that was leaking out of you. You whimpered pathetically every time her tongue made contact with your swollen clit. She chuckled against you, enjoying the sounds you were making. She continued to clean you up, being careful not to overstimulate you too much. Once she was done, she looked up at you, a smirk on her face.

“You taste so good, darling. I think I’m going to have to do this more often.”

“Was I good?” you asked in a small voice. She moved up and untied the rope, gently massaging your wrists to get some blood flowing through them again. She then laid down next to you, pulling you into her arms and nuzzling her face into your neck.

“You were perfect, my love. Too sweet.”

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[imagine-lcorp]

Perfect Sense (Part I)

Request

Soulmate AU, please? (With A/B/O you're comfortable?) Fem!Reader (or Gender-Neutral) hasn't experienced much in her life, other than the experiments CADMUS had done to her shapeshifting powers. All she knew of the world outside the facility was what she'd learnt in the stories a sympathetic scientist would sometimes tell her when she was still a kid, to calm her down during testing. After 2 decades the scientist had enough and helped her escape, landing her in the arms of another Luthor.

A/N: Aaaand here another request you guys, writing a few fics in parts due to how long they get to be at the end. Thank you to the lovely person that sent this one, I'm sorry it's been ages, i still hope you can enjoy it. Love you guys

Lena Luthor x Fem!R/Shapeshifter//Word Count: 2,413

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"Subject C-308, ready for testing." A voice sounded through the speakers of the room and immediately the lights went on, blinding your eyes.

You couldn't use your hands to cover your face. They were tied to your sides with restrains to the medical bed you were laying on. It was the same with your feet, where the restraints were even tighter. Silhouettes started to moved and hoover above you, all covered in masks, blue suits and white gloves, looking down at you.

"Phase one of Project Lykaon, subject C-308, ready for intervention." A deep voice, from one of the silhouettes said. "All things set. Ready to start protocol."

"Initiate procedure." The same voice of the speakers sounded and the figures above you started to move.

You would have wished to tell them about the lights, how bright they were and how they hurt your eyes. About the ties around your wrists and feet, how uncomfortable they were, but the gag in your mouth didn't allow it and before you could even think of making a sound, it all went dark.

That was one of the first memories you ever had in your life, and it looked almost the same for the rest of it. It was all uncomfortable restrains and chains, white walls and white lights, the constant smell of antiseptic and cleaning products, knives, syringes, and endless surgical procedures. With no contact outside four walls of that place that felt more like a cage.

A cage fit to held the animal you were sure you were becoming.

After each intervention, after each transformation, with this savage instinct inside of you always in the edge of taking control. You were more beast than human, they used to say and you almost believed them.

But Dr. Jeremiah wouldn't have any of it. He was a different memory, a kinder, softer reminder that you were indeed human. The only person to ever treat you with compassion.

Before your interventions, on those terrible moments when you felt the anger and fear building up inside of you, threatening to tear to shreds anyone that dared come near you, he would come to talk you down. Dr. Jeremiah seemed to understand, how you would have done anything to put a stop to it. The numbness, the tiredness, the overwhelming sensations and pain that came each time after you were taken out of your room. But he would talk to you, speaking softly, assuring you you were going to be just fine, because you were stronger than you thought.

He would come after the operations to check up on you, sitting beside your bed with a worried expression, telling you stories about what awaited for you in the outside world, a world that was bigger than an operations room and your own. A world full of wonders like grass, sunsets, the sunshine, flowers, snow, and love. Whatever those things were.

"What's love?" You have asked once. He had paused then and thought for a long moment.

"Love is when two souls find and want each other." He had explained.

"What's a soul?" You asked then.

"It's something inside of you. The strongest part of you, (Y/N)" He smiled, only he called you with a name. "Your soul is everything you feel, and when you feel something so strong for someone else that means you have found your soulmate."

"A soulmate." You have whispered and frowned, still unsure of that idea.

"You will know it when you see them. It will feel as if you have known them all your life and everything you have been through will make sense." At that moment you had been too young to understand what he meant, but you would do it in due time.

Years passed, you became older but he kept telling you those stories. The ones you liked more where about the people. People that didn't hurt others just because they had the power to do it. He would even speak highly of one scientist he knew, so different from the ones you had met so far. A woman he had met time ago, someone so kind and loving that you liked to imagine her sometimes too and dream about meeting her in the outside world, to finally know something else apart from the nightmare that was being trapped there.

The dream came true a decade later, when you had grown up so much that it took them more and more people to control you. Dr. Jeremiah had been right, you were stronger and even stronger than they thought you were. That was one of the few joys you had then, besides the stories Dr. Jeremiah retold for you. Your powers grew too, the size of your body as you transformed, the length of your claws and teeth, the range of your sense of smell, the vision of your eyes. More powerful than the child you had been once.

Still, it wasn't enough for them.

"I think you enjoy your time with her a little too much, doctor." The voice of a woman caught your attention as you tried to fight the numbness of the strong sedatives.

You had been injected after being taken to the testing room, after finding out you could take three men with a single swing of one of your clawed hands, to keep you under control.

"I'm just trying to be comforting. Seems to help with her neural responses." Dr. Jeremiah was as indifferent as he could be.

"Well, you won't have to worry about that for much longer." The satisfaction in that woman's voice was noticeable and also the way you seemed to respond to her, with a terrible feeling of submission that was difficult to shake compared to any other people. You never felt like that in the presence of Dr. Jeremiah. "Project Lykaon has been terminated. She will be taken to another facility, and you can perform her last surgical procedure if you are that attached to her."

"Are you sure you want to dispose the only test subject that has survived all the interventions, Lilian?" His word came with a hint of outrage and concern. "With her powers she could still-"

"I spent too many resources already on this project, doctor. Besides, she's still incapable of following directives from her superiors, even when she seems compliant at first. And we can't do much with only one successful specimen, can we?" The woman cut him off and there was a moment of silence before she spoke again. "There's no need for more interventions. She will be taken tomorrow. After her autopsy, we will see which parts of her can be salvaged."

After the conversation was over, you tried to open your eyes looking for Dr. Jeremiah but he wasn't there anymore. You felt a certain heaviness in your chest, but you couldn't dwell on it as the sedatives finally won over you.

You woke up after a deep slumber restrained to a metal bed, only wearing a simple set of pants and shirt. As your senses returned you noticed you were being transported through the dark narrow hallways of the facility you had known all your life, but there was something different this time. You still felt a fog clouding your mind and the heaviness in your chest came back. It lessened when you heard Dr. Jeremiah's voice, who was talking with the armed men that transported your bed, giving them instructions on where to take you.

You moved your head, trying to catch a glimpse of the place you were going and noticed those weren't the usual turns and hallways you had grown accustomed to. When Dr. Jeremiah noticed you were awake, he put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

After a moment the movement stopped, you were left looking at the ceiling while Dr. Jeremiah talked with the men. He convinced them of leaving you and him alone for a moment, before they had to put you in the van. The men left without much complain, and the doctor seized the moment to act.

"(Y/N), listen to me." He rushed to try to loosen up your restraints. "I'm not letting them take you. You understand?"

The only thing you could do was nod as he kept moving, loosing the restraints on your naked feet and hands.

"You must remain on the bed. Don't move until I tell you to." You nodded once again. You saw him then take a vial and a syringe from his pocket and prepare it. "This will counteract the sedative in your system, you will be more alert in a few minutes, but remember, don't move."

He had injected you just in time before the armed men came back. They pulled your bed around and finally pulled you into the back of an armored van. They sat around you, two men at each side, guns in hand, along with Dr. Jeremiah on your left, who kept an eye on you at all times. As the vehicle started to move you also started to feel less and less numb with each passing minute. You were aware of each bump of the road, hear the sounds of the city in the distance, and your sight adjusted to what was around you as you squinted your eyes to see, trying not to get noticed. Just when you felt like your body was completely awake, you started to wonder what Dr. Jeremiah would do. Not much time had passed but the minutes felt like hours as you tried to be still.

Then you saw movement. Dr. Jeremiah was pulling something out of his pocket, and you opened your eyes to see him better. He looked at you, nodding slowly and with a fierce expression. Almost like telepathy you understood, you had to get ready, and in a second everything turned into chaos.

Dr. Jeremiah, in a faster move than you thought him capable of, pulled a teaser and attacked the man next to him. Almost immediately the rest of the men responded raising their guns at him. However, they didn't expect you to act as quickly as them or even you breaking your restraints so easily.

You grabbed one of the men with your right hand by his bulletproof vest and tossed him against the other one. Your strength, without the need of transforming, was enough to leave them on the floor. You didn't get the change to feel pleased with your work as a deafening bang went off on the left side of your head. You screamed as you raised your left hand towards the last man remaining, ignoring the ache in your head you managed to slash his side and right arm with your nails, now turned into claws. He had tried to eliminate you, but Dr. Jeremiah had managed to push him before he could do it.

The van stopped abruptly and took a sharp turn that made you fall from the metal bed. With your restraints already loose, it was easy to free yourself from them but as you tried to recover from the fall you felt a dizziness making it hard for you to stand up. A hand on your arm pulled you up. Dr. Jeremiah was on your side hurrying you up before the back doors opened. You couldn't hear his exact words but it didn't matter, with the adrenaline running once the back doors opened and you looked at two other agents pointing at you with your guns, you went feral.

Bullets flew the moment the agents saw the enormous black figure lunching at them, but your white sharp teeth showing as you growled and your black nail claws heading straight for their heads were enough to put a final stop to it. You jumped out of the van, leaving two more bodies behind you. A couple of bullets managed to hit you in the chest and arms but you would be recovering quickly, interventions had been done to make sure it didn't take too long.

Dr. Jeremiah jumped out of the van a moment later, gripping his shoulder. You smelled his blood and approached him with a hint of worry in your transformed face.

"It's alright. I'm okay." He smiled softly at you and looked around the streets. They were empty and there seemed to be no people around. "You have to go now. More will be on their way."

You protested with a whimper.

"I'll be okay, don't worry about me." Dr. Jeremiah moved his hand to one of his pockets an pulled a small piece of black fabric. "Run and don't stop. Not until you find her."

You came close to it, sniffing the fabric he held for you. Many scents were mixed on it, from Dr. Jeremiah, from the woman he had talked before, and another you couldn't identify. It wasn't as different from the woman, but it was distinctive enough you believed you could find it without confusing the two. You guessed you had to search for another woman and, feeling like it was a sort of treasure hunt, you let yourself imagine you would find that scientist he had talked about to you years ago.

But doubt filled your head as you looked at him, wondering what would happen to him once you left. There was also that pressure in your chest once again, as you thought what awaited in the outside world now that you had the chance to leave all this behind. All, including him.

"I have to stay." Dr. Jeremiah said catching his breath. He raised his good arm at you, caressing the black fur of your head with his hand as a way of last goodbye. "You go now, (Y/N), go and don't look back."

You pressed your head against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. The last comforting sound you heard before screeching tires approached in the distance. They were coming for you. You had to leave.

You ran, darting into the shadows of the city, focusing on the memory of the scent Dr. Jeremiah had given you. Moments later you heard shots behind you, but you had been too long gone for them to even catch the sigh of you. You hoped those hadn't been directed to the doctor instead.

You used all your strength and speed to wander between warehouses and factory buildings to reach the urban lights on the other side.

[bon2bonn]

Flowers

Carlos Sainz X leclerc!reader

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Warnings : grammar, cursing, blood, cheating mentioned, overprotective brothers, not proof read, hospitals, arguing , ex! Pierre.

*Anything in (bold italic) is either french or Spanish.

You can read " pt.2 here " and "PT.3 here" and "pt.4 here"

*Let me know if anyone would like part 2 of this✨

Giving her twin and youngest brother keys to her appointment wasn't a great idea, at all . Their once in a while checking in on her turned into crashing whenever they please just to annoy her and raid her kitchen empty , "you always get the good stuff" as they put it .

Reminding them that they both have their own places to stay at whenever they're back home from roaming the world driving their super fast cars , it went in one ear and out the other . So it came down to one of two choices (a). Putting up with their antics and endure it (they're your brothers it's kind of what you're signed up for life being the only girl and having an overprotective twin brother on top of that) , or (b). Snitch on them and tell her Mama .

Snitching won't do . From experience it backfired before , them being the dramatic class A actors they are they put up a sob story of how they missed her , being busy with their careers drifts them apart, and missing on her life and how they wanted to spend time compensating the wasted time away . that got her a scolding of a lifetime from her Mama while they both sat back behind her eating snacks (from her own pantry) and snickering like the little first grade school kids they are .

Enzo being the godsend he is would kick them both to let her breathe . But that won't last long , they always come back . specially when it's time for the Monaco GP . Both would hound her for not attending their races as she used to , guilt tripping her for refusing them flying her out through the season , knowing she'd give in and let them drag her out . Touring around the paddock, introducing her to the new faces and catch up with the familiar ones , and she'd take it as a chance to get back on them , saying how Max and Lewis are the best drivers or how Sebastian is her all time favourite Ferrari driver , which leaves them very annoyed and highly offended , both working restlessly to not let her near any of them or their garages under any circumstances.

But for now they're just mainly here to snoop and munch on her groseries . And as she was about to berate them for barging in, again , the doorbell rang which left her confused as she's not expecting any visitors or any delivery today . Looking back she sighed as none of them made a move to see who's at the door shrugging "it's your place , you should see to it yourself", with a huff she mumbled "if so then what are your lazy asses still doing here!! Huh?" Then head out to answer the still ringing door .

A young man dressed in a uniform stood at her door holding a delicate bouquet of her favourite flowers . Asking hesitantly "miss leclerc?" , She gave him a reassuring smile "yes , how can I help you?" and he visibly let out a sigh of relief handing her the flowers along with a note "a special Delivery specifically for you miss , please sign here to confirm" after signing and thanking him she wished him a good day and shut the door , taking a moment to admire the bouquet delicately wrapped and took notice of the note attached to one of the stems as she was about to smell them . smiling as she read it :

"I saw them and thought of you mi amor , I miss you so"

C.

Pocketing the note and heading to the kitchen to find a suitable vase to put the flowers in , her overly curious brother followed her in , seeing the bouquet and the shy smile on her face , they smelled something weird going on , and it's definitely not the flowers .

They kept on asking about it ," who send them , and why?" She scoffed at that giving them side eyes as she asked " you mean I don't deserve to get followers ? Like why would anyone send them to (ME)? Right?" They both panicked not meaning for her to think that way , apologizing and trying to explain how they're just curious about who might send them , but she just shrugged saying it came without a name or a note on it and went on prepping the stems and adding water before arranging then and taking it out to the living room, setting it proudly in the centre both her brothers glaring at it , both in mild disgust (but none of them would say a word they're her favourite flowers they won't be that mean) , and greatly disturbed as someone out there is sending their precious sister flowers ! , but who's that bastard who knew her favourite flowers and dared to send them to her place ? Who!? . As there's nothing they could do without a note or any idea who might send them they just let it go seeing her smile and how happy she was about them they let it slide , for now . trying to distract her away as they both thought about throwing them along with the vase out the window but they'll hold off of it for now .

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Later that night while putting together outfits for the upcoming weekend , she received a message , asking her if she like the flowers . She laughed as she send a message assuring that she Indeed loved them , but her brothers didn't , sending a picture of both her brothers both glaring at the flowers as if that would welt them faster . The messages went back and forth each one brought a wide fond smile into her lips.

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The weekend rolled in , and both free practices and quali went well , as well as it could go for Charles with his record of unfortunate events this year spcially during home race , starting to believe that Monaco's curse is real as both him and his youngest brother were doomed with bad luck through the weekend .

Her Attending their races and cheering them on the loudest was the highlight of their days , but as for the past couple of years it wasn't the case anymore . Avoiding any race like the plague , with excuses of being busy with work and having to travel elsewhere for events and meetings . But realising how apart that made her feel from her brothers more so with Charles . How time went by without her standing by his side supporting him through his hard times , now more than ever , calls and messages aren't the same as being there to hold his hand after a bad day . So she decided that she won't let anything or anyone scare her away from supporting her brothers.

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After checking in and meeting both Enzo and Arthur chatting and giving her own predictions about the upcoming race , they spotted Charles Giving him a judgemental look as he met them outside hospitality .

He knew what she was about to say " don't start with me " she just kept looking at him " I didn't say anything !" He huffed refusing to listen " what's wrong with it , it's my lucky pants!" Giving him a once over " this thing have nothing to do with luck , it's hideous! That's what it is ! " He argued back " it's not" she gave him a deadpanned look " You look like a walking stop sign!" He looked offended as Arthur tried to cover his laugh with a cough he turn to her glaring lightly " take that back!" , Shrugging she said " I will when you give the clown's pants back to the cercus " . Before he could reach out to tug on her hair as he used to whenever he couldn't win an argument and still do , Enzo smacked his hand away guiding her to move away to not start anything , he scold them both urging her to move along and for Charles to head down to his garage , before he's called out for being late . He dragged his feet giving them three hugs all wishing him luck and to stay safe before heading back .

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Charles huffed in defeat, making his way to meet up with Carlos in his driver's room , both heading to their team's preifing, complaining as he made his way across the paddock , Knocking on his door after he reached it , hearing a faint "come in " he opened the door stepping inside. Finding his teammates hunched form sitting in the corner , sighing before approaching to sit beside him , both exhausted and fed up with their team's failed attempts through out the season, neither the cars nor the strategies are functioning properly , their word not taken seriously as their team kept on pushing on them expecting different results while applying the same failed methods .

Looking around the room he spotted a single flower sitting atop one of the shelves , he let out a tired huff of a laugh turning to Carlos beside him " you got flowers too" that got the Spaniard's attention asking in a distracted Mannar "hum?" , Charles pointed it out to him , getting a faint but genuine smile back " I didn't receive it, I bought it" earning a confused sound of his teammate "why would buy only one flower? " Carlos leaned back " I didn't only buy a single flower , I got them for someone dear to my heart , they're always on my mind and whenever I can I send them flowers to let them know that I'm thinking of them , and I always keep one with me" that got Charles to oooh at him " you're very much so in love mate" Carlos only smiled at him " I am" , Charles smiles at him but adds in confusion "but still ,why do you have one with you ?" He looked at him before finally answering " whenever I give them flowers I always keep one with me , that's like Keeping a piece of them with me , and to know when to get them new flowers to replace the old ones" Charles groaned pushing Carlos "now I feel too miserable and too single ,why can't someone love me like that?!" Carlos laughed at his dramatic friend standing up nudging him to get up "com'on , we have a meeting to attend" Charles groaned again rolling his eyes as he stood too both heading out "it's not like they have anything new to say , the cars are shitty and they'll blame us again " .

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Stepping out of the hospitality she , making her way back to the pit where she left her brothers to go and grab a drink , seeing them deep in conversation with some of their friends she took the chance to stretch her legs and go somewhere less crowded , taking a moment to breathe before going back to the bustling paddock.

But before she could move along , someone called her name , turning back she found Pierre heading her way she gave him a nod as he stood before her " not even a hello? " She just stood her ground giving no reaction " what do you want Gasly?" He feigned hurt as he puts a hand on his heart " chérie, you've wounded me , don't be like that" she rolled her eyes " I have no interest in what you want to say , and I'd appreciate it if you don't waste my time" turning to leave he caught her wrist tugging her back "I was talking to you, you need to listen to what I have to say " she only scoffed at him" and I don't have to listen to anything you have to say , I've listened to you long enough to know how little your words means, now unhand me!" , his grip only tightened as she tried to tug her hand out and before he could retort back , a hand grabbed his causing his hand to loosen up but still not letting go , both looking up finding Carlos who stood before Pierre , his back straight and shoulders tense as he stood to shield her from the other's sight , with her free hand she gripped the back of his shit grounding both herself and him before it escalate into a bigger scene , he gave him a cold stare "let her go" , Pierre only glared at him " this is non of your business Sainz, so run along " he spat out before wincing as the grip on his wrist only got stronger making him release his hold on her "it got everything to do with me , she clearly told you to fuck off" Carlos then twisted his hold hard enough to cause pain but not enough to cause damages , taking a step towards him he promised darkly " touch her again , and you won't have a hand to drive with" releasing him as she tugged at his shirt whispering for him " Carlos, please, he's not worth it " turning to her he took her wrist in his hand delicately inspecting the bruise of a handprint around it , but got cut off as Charles approached them , unaware of what occurred minutes ago " what are you three doing?" His smile dropped as he took in the sight of his sister's bruised wrist, Carlos angry face and Pierre's retreated figure who turned tail when he saw him coming.

He took her hand before she could hide it away asking angrily " who did this !?" Both looked at each other before she shook her head " it's nothing" but Charles didn't take that " how is it nothing! Your whole wrist is bruised up!" Before turning to Carlos with a glare "was it him?" His sister stepped between them trying to calm her brothers rapid thoughts "Non! , Charles please calm down. he helped me! " Charles kept his glare as he looked at her " then who did this !?" She shook her head "I'll tell you , but not here , please!" . Giving them both an irritated look but backing out as people started to wander around , giving his teammate a harsh glare before moving on without a word , keeping his temper down until he gets an explanation from her .

She turned to Carlos with a worried frown taking his hand in hers to give him a reassuring squeeze trying to brave herself before facing her brothers wrath , they planned on telling him about what's been going on between them , but they didn't expect it to be like this . He held hers with both hands giving her knuckles a gentle kiss before giving her bruised wrist one too , trying to comfort her as best as he could before having to let her face her very much angry brother on her own addressing her gently "I could come with you mi Vida , you don't have to do this alone" , smiling at him she shook her head at his words "I have to tell him , at least by telling him it'll get the burden off of our shoulders and I don't want things to turn between you two, I know how he'll get once he finds out and I don't want him to say or do anything that he'll regret " he reluctantly lets her hand go nodding in understanding of what she meant but still concerned about her "alright, but you call me the moment it over , I don't care whenever , you call and I'll be on your doorsteps the moment you need me , if I have to face him then so be it . nothing would keep me away from you , ok?" She nodded in agreement giving his cheek a light peck before turning to follow her brothers steps .

On her way out she met with Enzo who frowned upon seeing their faces , hers filled with worry and doubt , and his is twisted in mild irritation upon seeing her wrist but kept his mouth shut as she hastly told him they were going to talk , immediately understanding what she meant ushering her to go with a worried look while praying that it won't turn into a disastrous mess , Holding back a curious Arthur who was about to follow them , shaking his head while telling him quietly he'll explain it to him later , standing back watching as they disappear beyond the gates of the paddock .

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[superficial-ly]

C R I M I N A L M I N D S ‘ S F A V A L B U M S

JJ first coz that’s my girl - Stick Season (We’ll all be here forever) by Noah Kahan

• the getting out of a small town i hav so many regrets vibes

• THE SONG CALL UR MOM its jj

• it hurts to listen to but she won’t stop she needs a piece of home to cling to even if it’s not hers

Emily coz that’s my girls girl - Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

• she had never known peace since

• moon song as jemily double ouch

• special mention to funeral in relation to matthew she genuinely cant listen to it. she made the mistake of trying once on the jet and she will never again.

hotch i love him - Wasteland, Baby by Hozier

• hotch loves like it hurts bc it does. all of his love hurts him. but he still loves bc that’s js who he is and hozier is perfect for that i think

• wasteland, baby especially i think in reference to haley. its a hard listen but one he loves he thinks it honours her in a way.

• its perfect

spenecer my habib - Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens

• i think it’s just peaceful enough but not mind numbing that he can focus on it as well as fall asleep if he needs to

• fourth of july especially for everyone he’s ever lost is a double ouch all these acts of service to try and bring someone back bc he struggles to grasp the fact that when a person is gone, there’s nothing left to do.

morgan - not exactly an album but Tupac’s Greatest Hits is on contant rotation in his little headset thingy (so cute omg)

• all of tupac is like especially upbeat with values and ideals and deep real world reflections and he DIGS it

• especially likes Keep your Head up it reminds him of his mom and ehy he joined the fbi - he wants to help the underdog

• (morgan was DEVASTATED with the tupac beef with biggy)

penelope my girl - the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan

• she assigns them all their individual songs from the album but she is the avatar.

• she cannot do sad music so this shit is her JAMM

• femininomenon or however u spell it is a personal favourite. HOT TO GO is second

• also shes sapphic even if she only dates men in the show so she EXTRA GETS IT

tara my baby who deserved better is 100% Planet Her by Doja

• Ain’t Shit? her jam she knows all the jams

• woman is one of her favourites.

• her and rebecca sing kiss me more in the shower

luke - definitely tyler but i’m struggling between Flower Boy and IGOR

• he has that kind of i am happy to be loving u kind of vibe even if he knows the world is messed up. he so severely fucks with tyler and the whole rap genre be loved finding references he previously missed he thinks he’s a genius (he’s right)

alex blake - songs by adrienne lenker

• she stumbled across it one day and while it wasn’t the usual stuff she listened to she gave it a chance

• she never turned back

• she likes the retro feel and half return makes her FEEL like nothing else can

• shes complicated okay? not a lot just forever for her son? ouch

kate - SOS by sza

• this one’s hard bc she’s a hard core “feel things? no thank u. let’s rock!”

• i think good days is so special to her in a really quiet way

• j think kill bill makes her laugh really hard

jordan todd i never hated u - good girl gone bad: reloaded by rihanna

• she was so special to me. a wow on the team pre-2010. this was history. either way

• breakin dishes bc she is so happy at counter terrorism but watching emily fight men will always do it for her (they were sapphics ur honour)

• shes a club girly. dont stop the music, umbrella she was living for that shit

elle cutie patootie - Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Ray

• its hers i can’t

• shes so lana guys “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me” ????? it’s HERS

• “how to disappear” pls be so serious

jason gideon papa extraordinaire - Tapestry by Carole King

• he misses the 70s gang (so do i (i wasn’t born))

• Home Again makes him cry. he can’t explain it. hee never has to.

• so far away after he left the bau - his heart was basically empty but he couldn’t fill it with any more darkness he had to go. it hurt him so bad guys he literally died from it

matt simmons - anything from my little pony

• i’m sorry guys he recognises they’re killer tracks

• also his 8 million kids he watches it like three times a day

• unironically listens to battle of the bands

• kristy hates him for it.

[izvmimi]

cw: sexual content but no overt smut. about a wedding. crack and selfshippy. similar to a prior fic, this is written in third person with A - Izuku's partner, B - Bakugou's partner, C - Shoto's partner.

"Who stopped the music?" B asks, wincing as the makeup artist applies the last bit of powder on her face and it threatens to get into her eyes. A turns to glance at her, then at the laptop in the corner, having forgotten music was even on, she was focusing so intently at the job being done on the bride.

"Oh shit, C, can you get that?"

C moves away from arranging flower bouquets for the bridesmaids to the laptop.

"Uh... I Write Sins Not Tragedies is next on this playlist somehow?" she asks, raising her eyebrows. "Sounds like a bad choice given the circumstances..."

"Who the f..." A's voice trails off, then she grins, a twinkle in her eye.

"Do Pony."

"Don't!" B insists, almost moving out of her chair which has A giggling while the makeup artist frowns and retraces her eyeliner.

"Wait, I don't get it..." Mina says while B's cousin tilts her head, trying to understand.

"I promise you, it's a good thing you're unaware." A jokes, while B makes a sound of frustration. C goes back to flower arranging while the girls settle on the next song and the music resumes.

Finishing touches are completed on the bride-to-be's makeup and when she turns, the four bridesmaids all clap and congratulate the artist, who's about sick of all of their antics but still very proud of their work.

"You did an amazing job!" A insists, while B gives them a hug and promises only good reviews.

"I'll definitely call you if I get married!" C says as she waves her off.

"If?" A says raising an eyebrow and C blushes, then looks away.

"I'm the only one getting married today though, so let's focus on me," B reminds everyone and the girls all agree. Mina pops open another bottle of champagne and gives everyone a generous helping while the girls keep chatting and complimenting B's look.

She looks incredible in a cream tulle wedding dress with a lace bodice and short sleeves, and her bridesmaids are gathered around the suite in matching shades of emerald green. A takes a few pictures between sips of her champagne while C makes sure to pass around the customized flower bouquets. B's cousin adjusts the bottom of her dress, and the girls engage in mindless chatter to make sure B's nerves are calm.

After all this is her wedding day, and when you're marrying Japan's self-proclaimed Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, there is a little bit of excitement to expect.

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At the other end of a hall, there are three handsome groomsmen and one very, very agitated (also handsome) groom packed in a room, waiting for the ceremony to start.

Katsuki is pacing back and forth, hands shoved in the pockets of an insanely expensive suit and Kirishima has been trying to talk him into calm for the past five minutes, while Izuku just watches him stomp from one end of the room to the other and Shoto cracks open yet another beer. It's his fourth can and still his face is too neutral for Izuku to figure out whether or not he's drunk.

"Chill out man,  you literally just have to show up, everything is fine and going smoothly!" Kirishima encourages him, trying to place a hand on his shoulder which has Katsuki tense up and turn.

But he doesn't yell.

Instead he takes a deep breath, and rubs his temples, before pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket.

"Are those your vows?" Izuku asks, curiously.

Katsuki resists the urge to tell him to shut up.

"No, this is a list of rules before any of you act a fool at my wedding."

Shoto tilts his head and Izuku is again, wondering if the man is drunk.

"Rules?" Kirishima asks.

"Yes."

Katsuki opens up the sheet of paper, but his hands are trembling ever so slightly.

"First rule, no messy behavior at my wedding." Katsuki takes a look at Shoto who has just gulped down the can he just opened, and is still wiping off his face with the back of his hand. "If I see you fall down anywhere, I'm whooping your ass in public."

Shoto blinks.

"Okay."

Kirishima and Izuku exchange a glance. Katsuki clears his throat.

"No fucking at my wedding. The only one who will be getting anything tonight is me." He pauses, then looks directly at Izuku. "That means you specifically."

"Bro, what?" Izuku asks, genuinely offended.

"Don't bro me. You know who you are."

Kirishima stifles a laugh as Shoto puts away his beer can and eyes another. Izuku murmurs something under his breath but Katsuki continues.

"When you see B, look the other way completely. I want you at opposite ends of the venue at all times."

Izuku gives him an exasperated look.

"We're literally entering together."

Kirishima laughs while Katsuki clenches his fist.

"Well after. You separate and you don't reconvene. I don't need any other hard dicks at my wedding."

"Are you implying you're gonna be hard?" Kirishima asks and Bakugou gives him a scowl.

"Never mind." Kirishima says. Shoto opens a bag of chips and Izuku gives him a look, wondering where in the world the bag came from, then goes back to protesting his slander.

"I just don't understand why you guys won't get over this notion that I can't keep it in my pants! It was one time!" he whines.

"You held up the bathroom in Denki's apartment for two hours." Shoto says through a mouthful of chips. "That's gonna give you a reputation."

Izuku opens his mouth then closes it but there's nothing to defend.

"No proposals during my wedding or I'll break your neck." Katsuki says next.

The four of them can agree on that.

"No kissing either," Bakugou says, looking directly at Shoto.

"I think that's a bit unreasonable-" he starts, but Mitsuki suddenly shows up at the entrance.

"What's unreasonable?" she says. Izuku freezes, unsure how much Katsuki's mom has heard, while Mitsuki, ever fashionable and dressed in the most gorgeous flowing pink dress makes her way to her son and plants a kiss on his cheek.

"You look amazing, honey!" She gives him a few more kisses which has Bakugou turn several shades of red before shooing her off.

"No kissing, huh?" Shoto says, the crunch as he bites into yet another chip especially loud.

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"Fuck, I almost spilled," A gasps as she shakily catches her champagne glass. There's splatter on the ground, but nothing's touched her emerald dress. "Thank God these dresses are dark anyway."

"Careful!" C says without looking up from her phone. She's clearly texting Shoto, smiling all the while while Mina rushes to grab paper towels and hand them to A. 

"I better get through this ceremony without messing up this dress." A grumbles.

B, still in her seat, kicks her feet in anticipation of the ceremony starting in just a few minutes, then the thought hits her.

"Oh, by the way, A, if you do end up doing what you and Izuku do, just make sure you swallow."

There is a record scratch in the air.

"... what?" A stammers.

Mina stifles a knowing laugh while B's cousin looks around the room with intense confusion. 

"I mean it's a time to celebrate love and you're gonna look good and he's gonna look good so I'm just trying to be helpful!"

She speaks as normally as she's suggesting to put on sunscreen before sunbathing, and A's face is growing warm from her neck to her face.

"Why would I-... at your wedding... why me..." she trails off. 

"Listen, it's not like it's the first or the last time," B says, her smile steady. 

"IT WAS ONE TIME!"

"It was definitely not one time." C mumbles and Mina gives her a glance then drinks down the rest of her champagne.

"It was-" A starts but then she's mentally recounting all of the times she may have been caught with Izuku in a compromising position. 

Momo's pool party, cockwarming him at the deep end. Supply closets. Bar bathrooms. Hero gala bathrooms. Denki's bathroom.

She opens her mouth and closes it. C giggles then comes over to pat her on the back.

"I believe in you. You can keep it in your pants."

Before A can answer, the wedding coordinator knocks.

"It's showtime!"

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C and Shoto are the ones suspiciously missing from photos, after all.

“If those two don’t appear in the next ten seconds,” Katsuki is muttering murderously under his breath. B smiles and holds onto his arm tighter and the kiss pacifies him, just a little bit. The wedding photographer continues to coordinate the group for the photo, walking up to A and Izuku to shift their positioning. 

“You guys are too close,” he says. Izuku takes one step back but shifts very slightly to the side. The photographer gives him a strange look but then steps back and says nothing. 

“Izuku…” A whispers under her breath.

“Yes,” he whispers back.

“You’re hard, aren’t you?”

“You’ve been rubbing your ass against me for the past minute, what do you think?”

A shakes her head. “Katsuki’s gonna kill you.”

“I think he’s gonna get Shoto first.”

“... Fair.”

“Shut the fuck up back there!” Katsuki quips at them both, practically vibrating and B gives him a loving look.

The wedding photographer shakes his head at the whole group.

“Smile!”

[jessisart]

doodled some fun "gardens of time" met gala concepts for vegas vamp, featuring nicky, gianna, and cameron!

(extra long babbling about outfit concepts beneath the cut ⬇️)

so I thought a bullfighting look for nick would be really fun a) because just structurally I was trying to approach this from a "don't draw nicky with his tiddies or stomach out challenge level impossible" direction, trying to avoid the usual silhouettes I default to with him and his fancy clothes, b) bc it's spanish which is very toreador in and of itself, and c) it represents a tradition often gilded and romanticized that many people view as being barbaric and inhumane, which is how nick often feels as a toreador himself!!! the jacket itself is representative of this too, literally roses being delicately held together only with a thin string of pearls and translucent fabric, like the facade of grace and romanticism trying to hide the monstrous truth of being kindred is only barely holding itself together in nick's eyes

gia's was hard bc I was having a hard time picturing her in any kind of florals or traditional "opulence" while still maintaining Her Vibe so I went with "decaying" leather instead, which also was a fun dark wink to both her forensic science background and also her previous stint as a hunter (also..... lesbian. gotta have the shoulders and the underboob out. them's the rules)

whether or not cameron understands the context of the theme and is deliberately going full in-your-face luxury as a message to how much he doesn't care about poor people in an angry mob OR if he just wanted to be sparkly and pretty and ignored the context of the theme completely is up in the air bc it's honestly extremely funny either way. but also I liked the idea of him coming in with something BIG and EXTRAVAGANT and EYE-CATCHING but still chic and cunty and very pop-star bc regardless of the theme EVERYONE is going to be looking at HIM and that is a THREAT. giant statement hand-constructed (he paid for the physical therapy of the hands that constructed it, it's fine) flower coat with a bare midriff and pink leather pants. also visually wanted it to connect to midsommar a little bc I thought using a visual from a frankly haunting horror film as a ~slay~ was very up his alley. ALSO PIXIE BOY HAIR to remind everyone that he is ~just a lil guy~ 🥺

[rosetyler42]

Been wanting to do this one for a while: I love the idea of Ericka wanting to return the favor on Drac's romantic gestures despite having Zero idea what she's doing. It makes sense considering A. It's only fair, he's done so much for her, more than she feels she can really repay. ESPECIALLY with how he still loves her after EVERYTHING she and her family have done to them. B. Ericka's culturally dutch, which while practical and not romantically flowery, believes Women should put in the sane effort as men rather than the guy spoiling the girl. Plus, Van Helsings seem to care less about man or woman differences. C. Ericka's not likely to care much about gender roles anyeay. She grew up on a boat learning to fight monsters. Which kind of adds a bit to the possibility of being Nonbinary/Genderfluid. D. Personally, I like the idea of the girl doing romantic things for the guy, it's alot more fair and equal and I think fun for both sides. and E. Awkward Ericka is adorable and funny. Even more so since I'm not sure if she would be as versed in flower language as Drac would be. Her choice pretty much boils down to "This reminded me of you."

So I liked the idea of Ericka trying to give hin a flower like Drac gives to her in some of the promo art. And this Dracula's Kiss Iris I found a while back seemed too perfect an idea (If hard to draw.) Even if I generally see him as being more a rose (or perhaps something more monstrous, like Nightshade or Venus Flytrap) person...I feel like he'd be touched by that. And probably making jokes aboyt the whole Dracula's kiss thing after he gets over the surprise and feelings of her wanting to romance him. XD

@lovelylivelyv @black-ak9 @hotelt-resurrection @ssleeping-in-a-coffin @serial-serializednovelreader @deathfangirl9 @ebevkisk @twinklecupcake @wingingfromthezing

[zeciex]

Aemond’s eye slid from Daenera to Gwayne, lingering on his uncle with a simmering edge–remembering his mother’s words–before he forced out a deceptively soft, “But of course…”

Thus Aemond “Whipped and the Simp” Targaryen was born.

And the thing I can imagine the little stunt with the salt and her dancing with Gwayne isnt nothing compared what she has stored for him.

This is only the beginning of the torture that Dae is going to set upon him and knowing Aemond he is just gonna take it because he loves her too damned much to want to lose her.

This chapter literally reminded of Aemond before he lost his eye. The way he reacted on her walking down the aisle. Him knowing that she is pissed as hell tries to make her comfortable by saying she is beautiful but Dae didnt care. Plus Aegon trying to humiliate them both.

The shades of the shy, awkward and timid Aemond came back in this chapter and its because of Daenera because she is the only one where he doesnt have to act all tough and makes him feel human. Hopefully we get more moments were again we get that shy/awkward Aemond and Dae cant just help it and smile. I bet that the Aemond she had a crush on before everything went to shit on Driftmark.

ALSO, the moment with Jaehaerys 😍😍😍😍 he gave her his toy. This is going to come back to haunt us on B&C😪💔 hopefully we get a scene of Aemond&Dae taking care of the twins. But man the part were he said basically “Father said you finally get to ride a dragon” 🫣🤭🫢

Cant wait for the new chapter plus the smut. I know Aemond is riled up because of the speech plus him being jealous of Gwayne. I just imaginer their wedding night plus the AU version👀

Alicent put a target on Gwayne's back with her whole comment, and Gwayne only makes it bigger by giving Daenera a flower and whisking her off to dance--something Aemond really wanted to do with her.

Daenera has a few things up her sleeve, but generally she's just going to try and make him miserable by being mean, dismissive and just totally ignoring him. The salt thing was both for her own amusement and a warning to him of how easily she could take him out. And Gwayne, well, he proves to be a useful tool getting under Aemond's skin. It might not have been what she initially thought, but seeing him react to Gwayne definitely made Daenera take a mental note of it.

Daenera will have some fun torturing him--but desire is a double edged sword and a slippery slope into feeling things she does not want to feel, so she has to be careful--but that is only after she's got some of her simmering rage out.

We know there's still some of that boy left inside of him. And I think it's something that is really hard to extinguish, and so he hides it beneath his mask. But as we saw, the mask can slip and it can crack. As much as other people see him as a monster, as much as he himself thinks of him as a monster or Daenera thinks him as that, he's till got that tether of humanity within him and it's distinctly tethered to his love for Daenera. If it wasn't for her, we'd have what we have in the show. And no matter what he does, as long as he loves her, he'll have some ounce of humanity in him--he'd have that boy with the stars in his eyes in him, and the weakness of it. As much as he wants to be invulnerable, he can't make himself cut that last thread of humanity, that love for her, (by killing her). He just cant.

I always like to involve the twins more because I feel like B&C would have had more of an impact if we had been with them for a while, and we had gotten to see them grow or how they are. So, like, I wanted Jaehaerys to be this boisterous boy, like his father, who dreams about being a knight and idolizes knights. And Jaehaera is quieter but loves romantic stories of princesses and knights. She likes to play with her dolls and she loves reading--more like having someone reading to her. Maelor is still a fat, blubbering baby, but he's there.

And I do have a scene planned with the children, Daenera, Helaena, and Aemond... ;)

I look forward to write the smut, it's been soooo long since I've done it tho.

Thank you for your comment <3

[lyubochka]

soft asks by sunnysideanon

i treat ask games like surveys, we all know this.

what song makes you feel better?

who listens to music to feel better?

what’s your feel-good movie?

i dont watch movies qwq im sorry these are rough answers

what’s your favorite candle scent?

i usually like winter fruit smells. so plums, pomegranates, grape, deep and rummy sorta scents. i also like rich sweet ones, resin-y smells. i like a nice light floral mix (iris, jasmine, lily, rose) on cleaning days.

what flower would you like to be given?

lillies. any lillies, but i like madonna lillies

who do you feel most you around?

my partner system, but specifically trent. he is me, and ive never felt it more than when we're together. my brothers are a close second.

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

i have gold rings around my pupils i just noticed the other day. they're gorgeous and i have no idea where i got them from genetically-- maybe my mother. she has gold in her green eyes. i'm glad i got something from her eyes, i'm jealous of them. i have insanely enviable hair. my nails are elegant... also enviable. im wicked talented and sharp, nobody can create the way i can-- BITCH???? ok one of my favorite songs paused randomly that was a whole experience. answer cancelled next question

what color brings you peace?

pale green. this isn't bad, though.

what calms you down?

being alone in my own space. writing music/poetry. having a clean space. music-- hey, i guess that first question was onto smth

what’s something you’re excited for?

grocery run tomorrow, haircut sometime this week. yay.

what’s your ideal date?

taking turns spitting vodka into each others mouths and banging our skulls together til we pass out

how are you?

im fine! a lot of excess energy strangely which is funny b/c i haven't had any caffiene today. that reminds me i need to add energy drinks to my grocery list. eeeeeeee also feeling sappy. in love. so in love hehe

what’s your comfort food?

probably any kind of salad theyre very safe foods

favorite feel-good show?

i dont dream of watching televi-- interview with the vampire.

fairy lights or LED lights?

fairy lights. LED lights make me anxious to look at but now Everyone has them so what do i know

do you still love stuffed animals?

yes.

most important thing in your life?

myself, but secondly, my fiance.

what do you want most in the world right now?

a kiss.

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

don't smoke cigarettes and don't tell that girl everything.

what would you say to your future self?

keep doing it, even if it's uncomfortable. trust your gut, not your body.

favorite piece of clothing?

my black turtleneck or my fur coat.

what’s something you do to de-stress?

bounce and moan on it

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

moneyyyy!!! oh, personal. money from their personal bank account!!! (a card. i collect those.)

what movie would you want to live in?

childs play. id fuck that doll and save the little boy JFIOWEJFE

which character would you want to be?

... oh myself isnt an option ok. then id wanna be in clueless and be cher. id like to be rich

hugs or hand-holding?

hugs. i need my hands for other things but i can be hugged forever

morning, afternoon or night?

ALL OF THEM ALL OF THE TIME

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

horses, dirt roads, hotel rooms, cigarette smoke.

[sallysellsseashellssundays]

I'm losing all my senses every night Darlin', don't you know that I die every night for you? And I don't want to want somebody new Darlin', don't you know that I die every night for you? I cry for you

Ok so I’m going to keep practicing with making and editing gifs, this set was inspired by four different things... 

1.) @docharmoni  reminded me how much I love the moment when the TARDIS interface shows him Rose.

2.) Die for you by Léon is a song I’ve associated with DoctorxRose since I heard it, honestly quite a few of her songs I associate with them haha. I really wanted to make gifs for the lyrics << I say, "Couldn't we just have one more before we go?” Don't wanna go >> b/c to me that’s Ten seeing Rose right before he regenerates but alas I was also trying to stick with an ElevenxRose theme.

3.) @jacks-the-flower  your recent post about Eleven “wanting to be the man the love of his lives chose” had me in my feels and it was in the back of my mind as I made this. I could see the Doctor being happy for Rose getting to be with Tentoo as he could grow old with her, but on the down low still a bit bitter about it 🤣 🤣

4.) I just love the idea of Eleven and Rose so much lol

[inutaffy]

ok so you confirmed that you did want me to info dump about the hateno house so i'm gonna do that sorry. SO. first of all. nintendo never confirms zelink. i need you to know this. it's strongly implied, in some games more so than others, but it's NEVER been canon. and on the one hand i think that's really neat that a "cishet" (NOT TO ME BUT YOU KNEW THAT) pairing that would fit a fairly obvious and cliche trope (princess and her knight) ISN'T canon, (that's also part of an interesting discussion on sexuality and gender in nintendo games) on the other hand. mildly annoying when i find myself invested in it. (NINTENDO. I FEEL QUEERBAITED. BY STRAIGHT PEOPLE. NINTENDO.)

so that's just as a preface, zelink is only ever implied. it's implied in breath of the wild, and it gets way more implied in tears of the kingdom and this whole thing with the house is just one part of that. moving on

in botw there's this one town, hateno, and in this town there's a house. this house is going to be torn down, but as part of a sidequest you can buy it and decorate it a bit. it gets a nice little dining table, a single twin bed (which you can sleep in btw. you can only sleep in this bed and beds at inns. you can't sleep in bed's of the npc's houses. this will be relevant later) with a nightstand with a flower on it, some armor racks, and a nice little picture of link and all his dead friends if you unlock that through the dlc

now. this house is ALSO in totk. reminder, while the sidequest was optional, if you don't buy it, it's supposed to be torn down, so we can ASSUME that in tears of the kingdom canon, link did buy the house. but here's the thing. zelda lives there now. her diary is there, there's more decor, she is absolutely squatting in this house (also not important but the town has a school now and the schoolteacher's journal mentions that the kids love her and refer to her as ms. zelda THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE SHE'S A SCHOOLTEACHER MY BABY😭😭😭 but also that clearly means she's living there long term, if the state of the house wasn't enough evidence)

and we COULD assume that she just kicked link out, but that doesn't sound like her!!! and HERE'S WHY I THINK THEY'RE ACTUALLY SHARING THAT DUMB LITTLE TWIN BED EVERY NIGHT

a. zelda's journal mentions that link accompanies her everywhere. he's always sticking by her side, which fits him perfectly as her destiny appointed knight and also her friend and also more once i get my hands on the zelda dev team. AT THE VERY LEAST he would definitely live near her. but there are no other places link could possibly be living in this town. i haven't made it through the entire game yet so i can't say for sure that there's nowhere in the entire game that he could be living but my money is on fucking no. also every single time you talk to an npc they're like "hey link :D! where's zelda?" pretty much confirmation that you never see one without the other. they are a UNIT

b. zelda's diary mentions that she had a builder add on a secret room for privacy (there's a well in the backyard with a small study in it) WHY WOULD SHE NEED A SECRET ROOM FOR PRIVACY IF IT'S HER HOUSE AND SHE'S THE ONLY ONE LIVING THERE??????? also in her study there's link's hair tie. why is his hair tie in her house?🤨 (also conjures thought of her doing his hair <3333) ALSO in her study she has ANOTHER journal where she mentions that the fact that link sticking with her so much has manifested in wear and tear on his clothes, so she secretly had a new and improved shirt made for him and she hid it at hyrule castle. 1. gift for him!!! 2. she set up a scavenger hunt for him!!! 3. why can't she hide it at her own house????? hmmm??? HMMMM???????🤨🤨🤨 IT'S BECAUSE HE LIVES THERE I KNOW IT

c. the house has lot's of the same decorations, the flower on the nightstand, the furniture is the same, THE DINING TABLE IS SET FOR TWO, and link's picture from the dlc is still there (if you play the game with a profile that has a botw save on your switch, which i can't personally confirm because i'm playing totk on my new switch and my profile doesn't have a botw save on it because i played botw on the family switch) but anyway, link's decor. (the armor racks are gone though) AND. THE MOST DAMNING PIECE OF EVIDENCE. YOU. THE PLAYER. AS IN LINK. CAN STILL SLEEP IN THAT TWIN BED. IN THIS GAME, YOU CANNOT SLEEP IN ANY NPC BEDS. IF THAT WAS TRULY JUST ZELDA'S (AN NPC) BED THEN YOU WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP IN IT. I REST MY CASE. ZELINK CANON BUT THEY WON'T CONFIRM IT. MR. ANOUMA COME OUTSIDE I JUST WANT TO TALK

RORI???????THEYRE NOT CANON?????????????????????????

[izzy-b-hands]

I think I’ve identified the main issue w/the latest rizzy fic, but fuck me if I can figure out how to fix it.

I don’t know exactly where it’s going.

Normally, this isn’t an issue. I tend to let the story flower as I go, and trim as needed.

But I’m absolutely staggered with this one, where it’s either (major spoilers for this modern AU fic plot here no matter what direction I go with it in the end, but if you don’t mind that/are curious abt the text blocks of info doing my head in, read on lmao):

Version A: Roach (independent food/chef vlogger) gets too into his May 31st project (a crepe cake) and works into June 1st, only to be reminded by Izzy of his extensively planned Pride Month activities/ideas, that Roach had advertised all the month of May as starting IMMEDIATELY on the first (aka he should already have a video of a themed dish up, but he doesn’t bc he’s on Cake Ten of the crepe cake, and their pantry is now fucking empty too.) Fic (tentatively for now) would end with Izzy figuring out how to help him A. finally finish a satisfactory crepe cake (to Roach’s standards, aka Very Fucking High), B. rapid fire choose and film one of his themed ideas for the Pride Month stuff, and C. eventually sleep bc all of this is going down at like. One in the morning.

Version B: All of the above up until Izzy’s part. Instead of figuring it out that night, he gets Roach to bed and does what he can to help before leaving for his own job (PA/Security/Other Duties As Assigned to the combined very rich household of Ed, Stede, Mary, Doug, and the kids (in a huge shared house, so they aren’t in each other’s faces if they don’t wanna be, plus Ed & Stede are implied to own other property they spend time at too.))

The issue with Version B is that I worry the thing is getting too Big:

now I have a subplot started there about Izzy admitting to Mary (when he drops in for the morning to take the kids to school and give both couples of the house one of the reject cakes that Roach has deemed won’t be used at all by him. They have ten fucking cakes in the fridge, getting rid of two barely puts a dent in it tbh)

that his mum passed, in England (implied that everyone else is living in the States or NZ, I’m not exactly sure where I wanna put them yet frankly bc either is fine like I DON’T ACTUALLY CARE BUT I GOTTA IMPLY ONE OR THE OTHER DON’T I) last year, during June.

And he just didn’t tell anyone bc A. everyone was busy w/their own lives, B. Roach was doing his usual Pride Month stuff, and Izzy always helps him film/cook/etc for any bigger projects whenever he can, and he didn’t wanna distract from that, and C. he and his mum had a Complex relationship, so he probably wasn’t going to go visit her before she died anyway (secretly, he wishes he had. Only one who knows anything abt how Izzy and his mum interacted is Ed, who tbh has gotten distracted from any of that stuff since meeting Stede and focusing on helping create the shared family they have w/Mary, Doug, and the kids. Which is absolutely fair, but still. For the sake of their friendship, it will need Addressing of some kind, at some point.)

Like all of this is fine in theory, but it already feels sort of out of control? Bc like I then need to address in a finished version of B:

-Izzy and his mum

-Izzy and Ed

-Izzy and his relationship w/Ed, Stede, Mary, Doug, and the kids. Only bc there’s the implication that while it’s good and fairly easy work for Izzy, he occasionally does feel/get treated like The Help during work hours vs someone they actually know well who happens to work for them, and they sort of. Forget that once his shift is done for the day, he might still hang out just as a friend of the family, and they don’t always remember to turn off that Voice of talking To The Help in those moments (with it being noted that Roach and other crew members have witnessed this, but have leaned on Izzy to sort of give them permission to call it out, which of course he isn’t gonna do for fear of it fucking up their arrangement, and he doesn’t wanna job search in his mid-fifties. Which I think is valid enough lol.)

-Roach and his Pride Month problem (aka he’s got all the research in front of him, in this case the idea that he’ll highlight dishes that were beloved by notable/famous ppl w/in the LGBTQ community, but Actually, that isn’t always info that’s easy to find and some of it is more basic foods which he expected, and it’s fine, except he really wanted to challenge himself and maybe if he just looks a little more he can find something else-cut to two hours later and he’s asleep on his laptop. This isn’t even getting into the actual cooking and videoing of said cooking. He needs a Break.)

-Roach and Izzy addressing their mutual issue of ‘working too goddamn much, but not knowing how to take breaks and not feel Terrible and Useless during them.’ It isn’t necessarily hurting their relationship, but it is making them both more stressed than they need to be, and neither of them knows how to calm their brains down enough to understand that they can, in fact, budget for a small break or a vacation and nothing bad will happen.

-The kids and their implied issue w/mainly Mary and Stede (Ed and Doug hang back and are still doing the ‘I’m a new stepparent and I don’t wanna fuck up and overdo any of this, so I just sort of do what my spouse tells me to do re: the kids’ discipline/scheduling/etc), that they’re forcing them into an obscene amount of extra activities (including night tennis lessons, that require Izzy to also stay/work late, not getting them home until nearly ten at night, and himself then even later.) I don’t think they actually allow night tennis of any kind for kids unless it’s like. a fun now and again event, but to me it sounds exactly like what Mary and Stede would get talked into signing the kids up for. After all, it’ll look good on various school applications, and there’s nearly two whole hours after the after school study groups and other sports they play, surely the kids don’t want to sit and do nothing then? (spoiler alert: they do. they just want to sit and do nothing and be kids, which Mary and Stede do know, but have forgotten in the mess of getting divorced, then watching each other get remarried nearly right away, then realising it would easier/cheaper to try and share a home and keep the kids stable under one roof and moving everyone in together. Not an excuse, just an explanation.)

And that’s. So Much Stuff for one fic. And that’s WITHOUT figuring out what I want the main goal/ending to look like for sure. I won’t lie and say I’m good at multichaptered fics, I’m very much not, but I think that’s the only way Version B could work. And Version B, for what it’s worth, I think could be very satisfying and interesting as a read.

Version A, on the other hand, would be shorter, less dramatic, and would probably involve just Izzy and Roach, whereas Version B eventually would at least be referencing that like. The crew we know and love still work for Ed and Stede and whatever they do in this modern AU (marketing that only involves nautical/maritime/marine life themes maybe? does it matter in the end if it gets mentioned vaguely all of once???)

Even then, we still have the issue of: where in the FUCK is any of this going? What’s the point?

Version A, to me rn, is much more focused on rizzy and the internal dynamic there, focusing hard on the comfort of their life together and tackling problems together. I could probably just pull together something cute abt Izzy trying to fix the latest crepe cake while Roach films his first Pride video. Like my current tentative ending isn’t horrible. Nothing to write home abt, but it’s Fine, ya know?

Version B, to me again dlksajf, is a bigger overall picture that frustratingly, as of yet, doesn’t have a real huge or distinct end goal. It’s less of a ‘here’s a set ending with clear wins and losses’ and more of a ‘life and ppl are messy, no matter how hard anyone tries. Everyone here is doing their best, and learning. Here’s how they’re doing by the end and what they’ve managed to learn/work on, with the implication that they’re gonna keep learning and doing better, but not without fucking up more first bc. Human’

But are either of those actually fucking satsifying???? I wish I knew!!! I was absolutely flying along writing the draft for Version B until all of the above shit knocked on the door of my brain and put up a goddamn roadblock!!!

This is so much info, but if you’ve read this far and have any thoughts/opinions on which of these seems more worth pursuing, please let me know somehow. I’m dying to brainstorm & bounce ideas around w/folks. But even if u just wanna say ‘nah Version A sucks do B’ or vice versa. Pls say it fdksafalk

[fatesdeepdive]

Entry 112: A Rare Moment of Corrin Being Smart

Revelation Chapter 21: Going Forward

As the gang stops to rest, Anthony whines about how nobody trusts him. He suggests he sneak in through the castle's front gate and unlock it for everyone. That way, everyone will trust him for doing something dangerous. Corrin suggests they go along with him, because Corrin is stupid. At least, I thought Corrin was stupid. I wrote this whole tirade about Corrin being a dumbass, then I moved to the next line of text where Corrin reveals that they knew Anthony was sus and told the rest of the gang to follow. This plotline is still mediocre, but at least Corrin isn't as stupid as I initially thought.

Xander and Gunter kill Anthony, who as a reminder is taking the form of a small child. To be fair, it's not like Xander normally has a problem with killing children. Anthony transforms into a generic faceless and the battle begins. This map has an interesting and very exploitable gimmick: half of the map is made of red rooms and half of blue rooms. Enemies are unpromoted in the blue rooms and promoted in the red ones. It's actually a fun map, but I did all the Paralogues between this chapter and the last one so the promoted enemies weren't hard anyway, kinda making the map pointless.

After battle, Corrin apologizes for being too trusting and almost getting the gang hurt. The big brothers say that actually Corrin being trusting is a good thing, Xander pointing out he wouldn't follow Corrin if Corrin wasn't so kind and trusting. Honestly, this chapter is dumb, but it does have Corrin act smarter than normal while still acting in character, which is a good thing.

Support: Hinoka/Leo

C: Leo tells Hinoka that she's a strong warrior, but her fighting style, charging blindly into battle, is hard to plan around.

B: Leo says that Hinoka is far too reckless, especially for a princess. Hinoka says she likes head on fights. Leo suggests coming up with plans, but Hinoka says the only thing she puts faith in is her own power. Leo says she can't win the war all by herself.

A: Hinoka says that she trusts her allies, but knows her limits better than theirs and is afraid of ordering her allies into harm's way. Leo calls her novle and says that's why people trust in Hinoka.

S: Leo tells Hinoka he loves her because of her courage and kindness. Review: A really good Support that gives great characterization to Hinoka.

Support: Hinoka/Ryoma

Hinoka finds out Ryoma is preparing a surpise party for her, but doesn't know what the occasion is. She talks to Xander about this for some reason. B: The party doesn't happen. A: Xander arranges a party to cheer Hinoka up. SL Xander explains he planned meals between the two families to bring the kingdoms together, and that he now has feelings for Hinoka. Review: This one is dumb and boring.

Support: Laslow/Orochi

Laslow and Orochi hit on one another. Orochi asks Laslow to appear in an act with her. B: Orochi uses her fortune telling to divine what to do for the act. She draws a bunch of flowers, giving Laslow the idea to use fire. A: Laslow puts on a firework show. S: Laslow proposes with flowers and a ring. Review: Any chemistry the duo have is killed by the complete lack of interesting plot.

Support: Kagero/Peri

Peri says she wants to be like Kagero because Kagero is pretty and cool. Peri attempts this by copying everything Kagero does, including drinking matcha tea. Peri cries because it's too bitter. B: Peri tries the tea again and gags. Kagero gives her sweets. A: Peri explains she wants to be like Kagero because she watched Kagero assassinate an enemy soldier, ending up covered in blood in the process. Kagero is not proud of this, as it is dishonorable. Peri thinks it's cool and asks to learn how to sneak around. Review: Actually not bad. Peri's awful traits are toned down, while Kagero is able to show a darker side of herself.

[petalsxfallen]

Despite Petal's open despise for the holiday, Morty had insisted to invite her over at the house for Christmas. She might not celebrate, but the teen still didn't like the idea of her alone in her cave, probably brooding over that particular day. At least, this way she and Rick could brood together and maybe bond over mocking Jerry's far too enthusiastic love for the festivity.

With Summer's support, convincing Beth to let Petal come over had been easy and thus, the Gem found herself in the Smiths' garage with the Morty, Summer and Rick. The teens were holding two packages, while Rick was leaning against the workbench, arms crossover over his chest.

"Uh, s-so, we know that you don't like C-Christmas and stuff, b-but we got you a present. J-Just think of them as random gifts, i-if that's easier," Morty explained, handing over his own package.

It held a potted plant, with vibrant purple leaves and flower buds of a shade very similar to the colour of Petal's pearl.

"I-It's semi-sentient. I-It can perceive its owner's mood and it moves and reacts accordingly," Morty explained gesturing at the pet plant. "L-Like it blooms when the person is happy an-and stuff. I hope you like it."

Summer was the one to hand over her gift next, which turned out to be a purple leather jacket with a floral patter running over the sleeves. "It's laser-proof. Might come in handy in a fight," the girl said with a grin. "And it's just rad, so it fits you."

At that point, the two teens turned to look at their grandfather expectantly. Rick rolled his eyes in annoyance, but he pushed himself off the workbench and handed over a device very similar to a phone. "S-So you can call and text the kids e-even if you're galaxies away from Earth," he explained, with a shrug. "An-And for the record, none of this shit was my idea."

[[ Rick, Morty & Summer for Petal || Happy holidays !! ]]

@countlessrealities

In truth petal was looking forward to spending this holiday in solitude. Her only company being her newly adopted cat. But at this point she knew that with enough begging the two kids could basically get her to agree to anything. She'd never admit it out loud of course but when it came to the smiths she'd grown soft.

She was in the middle of drinking her egg nog when she was suddenly presented with gifts. Which she wasn't at all expecting. Despite it being the tradition of the holiday. "Shit you know the last time someone gave me a present was?" Over five thousand years ago. Back when she was still with pink. She used to get all sorts of gifts to show how much she supposedly cared.

It was part of the reason she had so much resentment towards this holiday. It was a reminder of what she lost. Never did it cross her mind that her new friends had grown fond of her in the same way she had with them. Morty's gift in particular elicited an emotional response from petal. First something sentimental if her expression was anything to go by. Then pure joy. Shown by her joyous laughter and wide grin upon meeting plant. "Hey there." She greeted the creature with clear affection in her tone. "Thanks morty. I love them."

Summer's gift was next and that caused a more excited reaction. The gem's eyes sparkled with clear excitement and happiness. "Damn summer I knew you had good taste. This jacket is badass!" She exclaimed before poofing off the jacket she was wearing. Eager to slip on the new one. "Thanks this is really cool."

Rick's gift was met with a teasing grin in his direction. "Aw you're not growing soft on me now are ya rick? What are we friends now or something?" She teased deciding to throw his own words back at him from when she gave him his gift the day prior. In truth she appreciated this gift. It would come in handy if she ever needed their help or more likely just wanted it. That or if she got lonely in space.