#’would help poc get more matches’

[athetos]

First the abortion bans, now they’re proposing bills to use braindead patients as surrogate mothers, and to harvest organs from incarcerated people in exchange for reduced prison sentences

It’s always been about taking away bodily autonomy, especially from minorities and the disadvantaged. Stop fucking denying it.

[baby-yongbok]

𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚

Fem!Felix x Fem!Reader

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Smut 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 3.5k 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Your best friend is curious about a certain taste so you offer some help like a good friend would. 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Oral sex, Rule 63 - Felix is depicted as afab in this fic, 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆(𝒔): Felix is referred to as Lix & Lixie + No use of Y/n + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡ 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: Cherry by Lana Del Rey, This is what makes us girls by Lana Del Rey, Cola by Lana Del Rey

♡ Masterlist ♡

 "What do you think it tastes like?" You peer up from your laptop screen, your curious eyes take in your best friend staring down at her phone screen, her platinum blonde bangs covering her furrowed brows and her glossed bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“What?” She tilts her phone towards you, showing you the filthy video she's been watching on loop for God knows how long. 

“Gosh, Lixie, in my room? Really? Right now?” A chuckle escapes you as you watch the video replay.

“I'm sorry, I know, I was just scrolling and it popped up. You know how unpredictable Twitter can be.” You only half heard what she said, you can see why she stopped to watch this video. Whoever that lucky lady is, is getting her pussy devoured in a way that you can only dream of. 

“But seriously… what do you think?”

“Uh, I actually already know what it tastes like. Well, everyone is different but -”

“Pause.” Your brown eyes shoot up to meet her wide ones. “You've done that before?” 

You can't help the blush creeping up your neck. “Yeah I did, I mean it wasn't planned and it was just -” 

“How did I never know this?” 

“I don't know but you won't find out much more if you don't let me finish.” Lix locks her phone, throwing it to the side and sitting up on her knees so that she faces you with shining eyes. Her plaid skirt rides up her thighs a bit as she gets comfortable on your bed. It’s way too short so that doesn't surprise you. It was her idea to get matching skirts but when the one she wanted was only available a size smaller than what she needed she decided to squeeze into it so that the two of you could match. 

“Start talking.”

“Okay okay uhm, it happened at my old friend's 18th birthday sleepover. It was a classic case of girls just messing around and things going too far. I went down on my friend while everyone else was sleeping, we always had some tension between us and we were both questioning if we were into girls so we just said fuck it and went down on each other.” She stares at you, blinking a couple of times as the information sinks in. “I’ve done it other times since then but that was the very first time.”

“What… does it taste like?” Her Australian accent decorates her words as they slowly fall from her lips, she bites at the inside of her cheek as she waits for your reply.

“Uh, kinda like nothing? Some girls taste kinda bitter and some kinda taste metallic? It depends on where you are hormonally but it generally tastes like licking the back of your hand.” You giggle a bit when her eyes flicker down to her hand. She makes a fist and brings it up to her lips to slowly run her tongue over the skin. You watch her closely, taking in her reaction. She licks again, closing her eyes this time and following with a low hum. 

“Then why do guys say that it tastes sweet?” Her brows are pinched together as her eyes flutter open. “I never understood that.”

“It’s just cause it sounds good I guess? It makes us feel good.” Lix sits back against the headboard to your bed and rests her head on your shoulder. You tuck your curls behind your ear so that she can get comfortable. “Have you never tasted yourself before? You don’t kiss Hyunjin after he goes down on you?”

“I mean, yeah but I just thought it would be a bit different I guess? He always says that I’m sweet so that’s what I expected.”

“I think that they say that when they really like you, ya know? Maybe Hyune likes you a lot.” The scoff that escapes her makes you chuckle, you can already tell that she’s rolling her eyes. 

“He likes everyone, he'd never actually wanna date me and that’s fine cause I’m not interested.” She’s not wrong, Hyunjin is the flirt of your friend group. He only started sleeping with Lix after they shared a drunken kiss and Lix went down on him. Ever since then he’s been trying to sweep her off of her feet but your friend isn’t easy to impress.

“Then why do you fuck him?” You turn to look down at her and she’s already looking up at you with a coy smile. 

“He’s got a big dick.” A loud laugh ripples from her throat as you stare at her with a slack jaw and big eyes. So the rumors are true? “I’m not telling you anything else.”

“Come on, you can not basically tell me that what everyone says about Hyunjin is true and then shut the conversation down!” She kicks her feet as she sinks further down onto the bed.

“I don’t wanna talk about how big Hyunjin’s dick is, I’ll show you a picture later. I wanna talk about how I think I might be into girls.”  She pauses, waiting for my reaction. 

“Oh, you are. You always have been. Everyone knows it, you’re late to your own party.” You slide down to lay next to her, resting your head on her chest. 

“No one was gonna tell me?” She chuckles, playful pushing you off of her. “Some friend you are.” She runs her fingers through your hair mindlessly as she stares up at the ceiling pondering her thoughts. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long. I already know what my pussy tastes like. I wanna know what others taste like.”

“Are you interested in anyone? Like, any girls?” A comfortable silence blankets the both of you while she thinks, her eyes trace the blemishes on your ceiling as she picks her next words.

“I don’t know, not really.” You crane your neck to look up at her but she doesn’t look at you.

“No one at all?” You whisper like you’re trying to get her to let you in on a secret. “Do you fantasize about anyone?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” She whispers back. “I’ve imagined eating someone out…it’s always the same girl.”

“Do I know her?” Lix shakes her head and you smile, sitting up a bit to get a better look at her. Her eyes stay trained on the ceiling until you ask her. “Is it me?” Her gaze slowly drifts over to meet yours. She studies your features for just a second before shaking her head, a deep cherry blush washes over her freckled cheeks as you smile down at her.

“You’re always staring at my tits, I knew it.” You tease with a laugh, falling back down against the mattress and Lix scoffs. 

“As if.” She rolls her eyes before falling into a fit of laughter with you “You’re my best friend and you’re a total babe. How could I resist? I was doomed from the start.” She puts the back of her hand against her forehead and sighs dramatically. 

“Lixie likes me, Lixie likes me.” You sing song as you tease her, poking her side and making her laugh as she swats you away. You two giggle and thrash around a bit before you’re still again, laying on your sides facing each other. 

“I’ll get over it.” She sighs, snuggling into her arm folded under her head. “It’s not like I’m in love with you, I just think you’re hot.”

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” She shakes her head and you smile “I think about you sometimes.” Her eyes go wide at your confession and you chuckle at her.

“Swear?” You nod, moving closer to her.

“Do you wanna know what girls taste like… or what I taste like?” You’ve been best friends with Lix long enough to recognize that look in her eyes, you know the answer to your question before she even opens her mouth. “You could… taste me if you want.”

“Now is not the time to mess with me! I’m having a crisis here.” You roll your eyes and grab her by her hip.

“I’m not messing with you, I mean it. You wanna know if you like girls and I’m a girl, this is what friends are for.” She smiles at you, shaking her head a bit as she ponders your offer.

“Are you serious?” You smile back.

“So serious.” The two of you stare at each other for a minute or two, allowing your racing heartbeats to fill the quiet that’s surrounded you. Both of you know what you want to do but who’s going to make the first move?

As if you both can to the same conclusion simultaneously you both lean in to each other, gripping the others hips and capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. Lix giggles at the contact, kicking her feet a bit as excitement surges through her. She leans in again, deepening the kiss and you sigh into it. She feels just like you thought she would and she tastes even better. Soft and sweet. 

“This is insane.” She whispers against your lips before kissing you again. “I have no clue how to eat pussy.” You both fall into a fit of laughter, clutching onto the other's waist as you struggle to find words. 

“It’s not hard at all I promise!” You wrap your fingers around her wrist gently and guide her down to your core. “Feel it first, get to know it.”

“Why are you talking about your pussy like it’s a cat?” You hike your skirt up with your other hand, revealing your cotton white panties with an obvious wet spot forming on the gusset.

“Hey, it’s my kitty and it has feelings.” You rest her hand on your pubic bone, giving her control of how far she wants to go. “Be nice to her.”

Lixie’s slowly moves her fingers over your clothed pubic bone, taking in your trimmed pubes that you’ve carefully styled into a perfect triangle. She inches her way down the inside of your thigh, her palm slightly brushes over your clit and you sigh at the feeling. Her careful touches are something that you’re new to, everyone you’ve ever been with has been rough, their touches seemed rushed and eager but not Lix. 

The feeling of her fingers brushing over your vulva brings you back to the present. Her touch is feather light as she runs two fingers over your clothed folds. She trails up and stops right at your clit, pressing a bit against it. “Oh” You kick your head back, allowing your eyes to flutter shut at the feeling. That’s one thing that you’ve always loved about being with girls, they all know where the clit is.

The feeling of the mattress dipping next to you makes you open your eyes, you watch as Lix moves further down to get a better look at where you're gushing for her. Her barely glossed lips are parted slightly as she looks you over with wide eyes. Her breathing is slow and calm despite her heart beating out of her chest with excitement. The cherry blush on her cheeks has only grown deeper now that she’s face to face with your cunt. Before you can even say anything she’s leaning into you, she places a soft but long kiss over pubic bone and your breath catches in your throat at the sight. 

“Is that okay?” Her voice is barely above a whisper and her eyes never meet yours.

“Yeah.” You let out a shaky exhale as you watch her kiss a bit lower this time. You spread your legs further and she quickly slots herself between them. Her lips brush over your inner thighs, peppering soft but sloppy kisses over the skin. As she got more comfortable she left sweet kisses over your labia, licking a bit at the wet spot forming to get a hint of your taste on her tongue. You tried to stop your hips from bucking up into her but you couldn’t help it, the closer she got to your clit the more eager you got. 

“Lixie.”  You moaned out her name and gasped as she started to tease your clit with her tongue. Her gaze is trained on  you as she kisses and licks over your panties, her wide eyes sparkle with faux innocence. You lazily grab at the blanket under you, small whimpers and restrained hums escape your throat despite your attempts at being quiet.

It’s the middle of a sunny day in May and your room is in the front of the house and your window is wide open. Your record player is playing some random song by Lana Del Rey and though it’s fitting for the situation you highly doubt that the soft music will drown out your moans. 

She breaks eye contact and pulls away so that she can observe your pussy through your ruined panties. She whimpers at the sight of your pussy under the cloth, cocoa and pink just like she imagined it.

“ ��S so pretty.” She coos as she pinches the lips between her fingers. You moan at the pressure, rolling your hips a bit. She taps to fingers right where your clit sits under the wet cloth and you hiss, throwing your head back.

“Was that okay?” she asks quickly, pulling back a bit. “Hyunjin always does that, and I wanted to try it.”

You laugh and she follows. “You’re trying tricks on me that your fuck buddy does to you!?” She laughs louder, resting her forehead on your thigh.

“No! Well, yeah I am but I don’t have any other reference!” She continues her ministrations, running her fingers over your clit and halting your laughter immediately. Your whole body tenses in pleasure as you clench around nothing. Your body tingles with excitement as she kisses you over your panties once more. You could cum from just the thought of her doing that and now she’s here, with her mouth on your clit and you can’t help but want to explode right on her tongue.

 “Can we take these off?” she tugs at the hem of your panties and you offer an eager nod before lifting your hips to allow her to pull them off. Lix gasps as she pulls your panties down, her jaw hangs slack as she watches a string of arousal connect you to your soaked panties. She takes in the way that your cunt glistens in the spring sunshine and she swears that it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. “Is this a dream?” She mumbles under her breath but you hear her.

“It might be.” You prop yourself on your elbows, determined to watch her as she tastes you. She throws your panties to the side and spreads your pussy with two fingers. Her lust glazed eyes study you like you’re a work of art. She takes in every mole, every slight glimmer of your arousal and every clench of your tight hole. Her eyes meet yours for a second before she leans in closer. You stare down at her, not daring to break eye contact. She dips her tongue out and slowly licks a stripe up your leaking cunt. A loud moan escapes you when her eyes roll back at the taste of you, a whine leaving her throat when she swallows your essence. 

“Oh my god.” You say in unison, chuckling for just a second before falling back into the moment. She’s eager to taste you again, wasting no time dipping her tongue back out and licking up your folds.

The tip of her tongue teases your clit a bit and you buck up into her. She notes the reaction, leaning in to circle your clit with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes are on yours the entire time, she blinks up at you, drinking in your reactions to her amateur work. “ You look so pretty down there. Holy fuck, Lix.”

She feels more confident with your praise lingering in her head. She sucking your clit between her lips, laving over the sensitive bud and humming in satisfaction when you arch your back off of the mattress with a loud moan. Her small hands press against your inner thighs to keep them open for her as she runs her tongue up and down your folds. She flicks, licks and sucks all of the right spots, fucking you with her tongue once she’s truly comfortable.

You’re a moaning mess, your body trembles with pleasure as she works you towards your climax. Her name tumbles from your lips like a prayer and your fingers grab at the hair at the crown of her head. You’re so close but you don’t want this to end.

“Y-you’re really good at that.” She swirls her tongue over your clit, writing the alphabet with her tongue and you shudder at the dragged out moan she offers in response. You can feel your orgasm creeping up your spine, the familiar warmth starts to wash over you but she pulls away before it can take you completely. You whine in protest but before you can say anything she slides a finger inside you. You cry out, fisting the blanket under you in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

“Oh my god, yes, like that, please, please add another.” Your breathing intensifies when she slips another finger into you, stretching you perfectly.

“I should still eat you out right?” You nod frantically, eyes shut tight as you chase your high. She dives back in immediately, lapping at your clit like an expert as she fucks your clenching hole. Your body shaking with pleasure as your orgasm washes over you, your moans and cries are so loud that you’re positive that anyone passing your house can hear your signs of pleasure but you couldn’t care less. 

“Lix-ah, Lix, Lixie, I’m cumming” She licks up your gushing arousal as you come undone, her free hand keeps you spread open for her as she laps up your juices. A chorus of moans float through the air, some belonging to you and some her. Once you start to settle down she slowly slides her fingers out of you and gives your cunt one last lick before backing away. Her chin is glistening in the sun as she smiles, her swollen lips are coated in your juices and the two fingers that were previously buried in your cunt are now between her lips as she runs her tongue over them. She rests her head on your thigh as she watches you come down from the clouds.

“This is definitely a dream, there’s no way that I made you cum that hard.” She smiles, as she wipes her chin with the back of her hand. “Did I do okay?”

“Was my screaming not enough of a give away?” You both laugh and she crawls back up to lay next to you. “Thoughts?”

“You taste…sweet.” She side eyes you with a smile and you both erupt into a much more intense fit of laughter. “You must like me.” You tease, pushing her playfully. “C’mere”

You lean up in an attempt to catch her lips with yours and she closes the gap, pressing her swollen lips against yours with a hum. “I am sweet.” She chuckles and you push her down onto your mattress.

“It’s your turn now.” 

“You don’t have to -” You cut her off with a kiss.

“I really want to.” She smiles up at you and watches as you crawl down her body. Just when you’re about to flip her skirt up her phone chimes underneath her. She ignores it and turns her attention back to you, lifting her hips to give you access to her pink strawberry print panties. You kiss her outer thigh and start moving inwards but before you can get too far her phone vibrates again. She groans in annoyance before she lifts up and grabs the device, unlocking it aggressively and checking her notifications.

“Oh.” She whispers with wide eyes as she sits up. “Oh no oh god I completely forgot.”

“What?” You ask, crawling back up to look at her screen. “Oh.” 

“I completely forgot that he was picking me up, our plans completely slipped my mind.” She starts typing quickly, trying to come up with a message that would get her out of her plans. Her phone vibrates in her hands seconds after her message is sent and somehow her wide eyes get even wider. “He’s here.”

“What?” Before you could even ask any questions there’s a knock at your window. All of your friends come through your window when it’s open. Why not? It’s in the front of your house and it’s fucking huge. You turn quickly and sure enough Hyunjin is lifting himself up and into your room. 

“Ladies.” He greets with a sigh once he’s in, he takes you both in with furrowed brows. His eyes dart from your skirt around your waist to Lixie’s messy hair then down to your friends flipped up skirt and then they finally stop at your ruined panties discarded at the end of your bed. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing.” You say in unison, not even bothering to fix your appearances. 

“Nothing?” He questions, an eyebrow raised and a sly smirk on his lips as he looks you both over again. 

“Yeah we’re just…” Lix trails off, looking at you for assistance but Hyunjin finishes before you can jump in “Tasting cherries?” He walks over to your bed, sitting at the edge and leaning back against the frame. 

“Mind if I have a taste too?”

a/n : Thanks for reading! I've never written anything like this ever so I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs, Comments and likes are appreciated and always make my day!

[catsukiiee]

# DOVES. | CHAPTER ONE.

౨ৎ tenya iida x fem!reader fic.

season one of doves.

arranged marriage trope.

wordcount ; 1,565

paragraphs ; 35

sentences ; 92

reading time ; 6:15

songs used

— wedding opening song / walking down the aisle.

— the kiss + following scenes.

tropes ; arranged marriage, slowburn.

tenya iida is twenty eight instead of his canon age of twenty four.

readers age has been set to early or mid twenties for this fic (ofc you can make it any age you want, as long as it's not illegal.)

due to both of iida's parents being unnamed, i will figure out names for them in later chapters.

author's note: because i love my poc girlies, i will be writing reader to have brown skin. all brown girls can have any texture of hair, including straight/slightly straight. i never see character x reader being described as poc in this fandom so here we go!.

The weather today was soothing. The sun shone brighter than usual, with not a single cloud in the sky. It was an ideal day to be outdoors. You couldn't help but wish your life mirrored the warmth of the sun. Unfortunately, your existence was far from serene, born to a mother who would go to any lengths to satisfy her husband and daughter to a man who was consumed by his thirst for power.

In your father's eyes, you were less than human, a truth you eventually came to accept. However, the realization that your mother viewed you similarly was a painful blow.

As you sat in front of the mirror, your throat tight from suppressing tears, you caught your reflection. Your mother stood behind you, delicately placing a stunning wedding accessory in your hair.

Wedding.

A word that typically evokes joy for those who dream of uniting with their true love. Wedding days are meant to be filled with happiness, laughter, and tears of joy.

Yet all you felt was a sense of impending doom.

f l a s h b a c k..

“You are to marry the second son of the Iida family! I will not tolerate any more of your tears!” Your father's voice echoed through his cramped office, his weathered face contorted in rage, turning a deep shade of red.

“I don’t want to marry! Not him! Not anyone!” Despite your desperate protests and screams, your father's resolve remained unshaken. The sharp sting on your cheek from his slap left your ears ringing and your face burning, but you stood your ground, facing the man who had turned your life into a nightmare.

Your mother stood at the doorway, doing nothing to help as you struggled for control over your own life. When you turned to her, desperation in your eyes, her expression was icy, barely meeting your gaze. Your hands clutched hers, but she didn’t return the grip. Instead, she directed her attention to her husband. “The Iida family will cover the entire cost of the wedding.” Then she finally turned back to you, squeezing your hands, but the gesture felt anything but reassuring. “Stop acting like a child. It’s time for you to get married and contribute to this family.”

End of flashback.

“You make such an amazing bride.” She whispered, her eyes brimming with tears as she smiled, smoothing her hands down your arm before moving them up to give your shoulders a light squeeze. When you were a child your mother’s touch and gentle smiles used to bring you nothing but peace and comfort, but now her touches and gentle smiles left you disgusted, filled with anger.

Your hair was thoroughly brushed then pinned up into an elegant bun by a hairpiece that resembled doves. Your dress was a striking white, your shoulders and back was exposed, the silky lace gently tickled your shoulders and legs, your veil laid against a chair beside you, matching the same striking white lace of your wedding gown, little white doves decorated it.

You should’ve felt beautiful, the dress and your makeup was truly beautiful but all you felt was the tears threatening to spill and ruin your makeup. The gentle smile your mother offered you slightly wavered at your expression, her hands that were once gently squeezing your shoulders grew hard, her nails slightly digging into you. “Remember, you’re a grown woman, there’s no need to cry like a child.”

Her words pricked something deep inside you, your legs pushed you up before your brain could catch up to your movements. For a moment, a flicker of fear flashed in your mothers eyes as you stared at her down. “Get out.”

She was out the room within seconds, not sparing you a glance as she closed the door. For the next few minutes, your thoughts consumed every inch of your brain till they were shattered by the door opening. “I said I wanted to be alone! Why can’t you-” You paused in an instant, your yell silencing in your throat.

There stood Mrs, Iida with a wary look, her hands clutching a small white box. “Hello dear.” The corner of her eyes wrinkled when she smiled, softly closing the door as she walked further into the room. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to..” Her fingers circled around your wrist, silencing you once more. “There’s no need to apologize, I understand this whole…thing can be frightening. I just wish I could’ve changed the outcome.”

You both fell silent, the only sound being the soft rustle of the box being unwrapped by Mrs. Iida. “This was a gift to me on my wedding day, I want you to have it now.” It was a pretty pearl bracelet with a dove charm attached to it. “I added the dove, very fitting for your wedding theme.” She chuckled lightly, sliding your wedding dress right sleeve up to put the bracelet on before giving your wrist a comforting squeeze. “You look stunning, dear. I’m truly sorry that neither of us were given a choice in love.”

For the first time in months, you felt comforted by a mother’s touch, nuzzling your face into her shoulder as you pulled her into a hug. “Thank you.”

“Calm.” Mrs. Iida’s voice was gentle as she held your arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze while you both stood behind a large white door. The soft murmur of conversation filtered through, barely audible. You took a deep breath, but it did little to calm your nerves. Instead, you placed your hand over hers and closed your eyes, waiting for the soft notes of a song to begin. As the doors slowly opened, the chatter faded into silence.

There stood your husband, dressed in a crisp white tuxedo, save for the red tie that matched his eyes, his hands neatly clasped behind him. Since the announcement of your engagement, you had barely spoken to him.

Turbo Hero: Ingenium was finally getting married after years of insisting he wouldn’t settle down while there were still villains to defeat. The media was eager to uncover the identity of his bride, shattering the quiet you once cherished with their flashing cameras and intrusive questions.

Even at your wedding, their cameras flashed as you walked down the aisle strewn with white rose petals. Your gaze remained locked on his, your hand resting on his mother’s trembling slightly, your breath unsteady.

And for some odd reason, when he smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back.

A warm tingle spread from your fingers to your hands and up your arm as Mrs. Iida placed your hand in Tenya’s. His smile remained steady, though yours faltered for just a moment.

“Hello,” he whispered, tilting his head slightly, causing a few strands of dark hair to fall over his eyes. You bowed your head slightly before meeting his gaze again. “Hi.”

The priest cleared his throat and began the ceremony. You found it hard to focus on his words, instead getting lost in the depths of Tenya’s eyes. It wasn’t that you admired his gaze; it was just the only thing that kept you grounded amidst the sea of eyes and flashing cameras.

“Now, Tenya Iida,” the priest began, a jolt of anxiety coursing through you. You had been so absorbed in his eyes that you hadn’t realized the priest was nearing the end of vows. “Do you take this lovely woman to be your bride?”

For a moment, your breath caught in your throat as Tenya’s gaze shifted from yours to the priest and back again. A part of you feared he might say no, and you almost wished he would. “I do,” he finally said, and a wave of emotion washed over you. If it weren’t for his hands holding yours, you might have collapsed.

Now it was your turn to face the priest as he asked you the same question, pausing to await your response. Your heart raced, feeling as if it might burst from your chest. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you opened your mouth, your voice trembling. “...I...I do.”

The priest smiled at you both before continuing. “Then may the Lord’s kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously fulfill His blessings within you. What God has joined, let no one put asunder.” He paused, placing a white cloth over your joined hands. “In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss!”

In that moment, you completely forgot about the kiss. So when Tenya lifted your veil and cupped your face, your body froze. The guests erupted in applause and the cameras flashed, capturing the brief, sweet kiss that sealed your vows.

Tenya held your face for a moment longer before releasing you, taking your hands in his as he turned to face the audience, pulling you closer until your back pressed against his chest. The bright lights of the cameras momentarily blinded you, making you blink rapidly as tears spilled down your cheeks. You lowered your head slightly, dabbing at your tears.

Tenya’s hands moved to your waist, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear. White petals drifting down around you both, and the applause of your guests faded into a distant hum. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Iida.”

it's finally here! i rewrote this chapter so many times y'all.

enjoy this short-ish first chapter!

[igncrxntripley]

double trouble

requested by @lokis-queen01 - Would you be able to write a request for Damien Priest x female reader where she is Dominic’s twin sister but she is in a secret relationship with Damien and she joins judgement day with Dominic but also reveals that she is in a relationship with him

a/n: posting this crazy late but pls enjoy :)

mentions: overall SFW, some description of violence within matches, slight emotional manipulation, some family drama, use of google translate, fem!reader, poc!reader, latinx!reader, mysterio twin sister!reader, damianxreader

translations: mi corazón: my heart, sweetheart; princesa: princess; mi princesa, estoy tan orgulloso: my princess, i’m so proud of you; bienvenido a tu nueva familia: welcome to your new family. 

taglist: @thesithdiaries​ @cassiesgreta​ @roseheartsworld​ @theworldofotps​​ @babybatlover​ @ripleyswhore​ @auburnwrites​ @obl1vionblackhart​ @emogoblin-666​ @hereliespumpkin​ @blxxdshxteyes​ @neptune-lover​ @bunnysmyname​ @i-have-issues-lol​ @ares-athena​ @thatonepansexual2000​ @witcherfromwallachia​ @christinabae​

there was no doubt in the world you loved your dad, but he had put both you and dominik on the back burner when it came to your careers. the three of you used to be unstoppable together - a father and his children winning championships and being some of the best in the industry! what could go wrong?

nothing went wrong, per say. but three people entered your lives and helped you see the light; rhea, damian, and finn. three people who had followed your family relentlessly for weeks, months, even, to convince the mysterio twins to join the judgement day. and the two of you fought tooth and nail against it because you were that committed to your dad. 

dominik was the first to finally be convinced. rhea had a way with words, and it was clear just how enamored he was with her. when you found out, though, you were livid. 

--- ---

“you what?” you said, looking at your twin in shock after he told you what he’d decided. “dominik, you can’t be serious. after everything they’ve done to us?” 

dominik shook his head. “y/n, think about it.” he said, a darkness in his eyes that you hadn’t ever seen before. “they can give us what dad hasn’t. you’ve seen how they work together, support one another to be the best they can possibly be. it’s what we need. we could be unstoppable!” he said, grabbing your upper arms as you looked away from him. “i love you, but i’m doing this with or without you. and i don’t want anything to happen to you.”

a scoff left your lips. “oh, you don’t want anything to happen to me?” you asked, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “as if they haven’t already made our lives a living hell. rhea has been manipulating you and spreading these lies through your head!” 

dom squeezed your arms, needing nothing more than for his twin sister to hear him out. “listen to me, please.” he said softly. “i know you’re upset. i get that. but just...just hear them out.” dominik was practically begging you. you knew he wanted the two of you to do this together, but you just couldn’t get behind it. not yet.

--- ---

just as rhea had worked her charm on dominik, ‘the punisher’ of the judgement day had started to make his own move on you. and just like his counterpart, he had a way with words and a certain smoothness to him that had you eating out of the palm of his hand. you weren’t giving into him that easily though. 

--- ---

sneaking around with damian wasn’t easy. if you weren’t careful, someone was going to see you. so the two of you often met up in his hotel room, you leaving your dad and brother at the guise of seeing one of your friends. you knew you couldn’t do this forever, though. so you had to make a decision about damian’s offer. 

this came to a head only a mere week before clash at the castle; you sat in damian’s lap during one of your top secret trips to his hotel room, your arms around his neck and playing with his hair as he gave your hips gentle squeezes. “i can’t do it, dame.” you whispered, the nickname rolling off of your tongue as you looked down at your lap. 

damian leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. “why not, mi corazón?” he asked softly. “you’re better off with us. we can take care of you; i can take care of you.” he reminded you, the same speech damian had given you for weeks on end during your secret conversations. “we won’t have to hide anymore. and you know if you don’t say yes then...then we can’t do this anymore.”

his words made your chest hurt. while you wanted nothing more than to be with damian and let everyone know you were his, you couldn’t do it at the risk of hurting others. “my dad, though...”

“baby, i know you love your dad.” damian said with a gentle shake of your head, using his finger to lift your chin so he could look at you. “but you’re so much bigger and better than him. both you and dominik have so much potential, and rey hasn’t even scratched the surface.” he was so gentle with his words, so patient as he watched the gears turn in your head. it made your heart flutter, but at the same time your brain wanted you not to believe a word he was saying. “join us, y/n. not just for me, but for you.”

you had decided that night what you were going to do, but you were going to wait to make it clear what your choice was. it was going to be the first step in paving your own path, without the influence of your father. of course damian was thrilled, but you made him promise to keep quiet for just a little while longer. 

cardiff wasn’t ready for what you had planned. 

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clash at the castle, september 3rd, 2022.

you stood at ringside, next to your twin brother dominik as you both watched the match in front of you; your dad, rey myserio, teaming up with edge to finally put away the judgement day after months of them tormenting your family. not only had they attacked the three of you, this match was meant to put things to bed, give everyone the piece of mind they needed and hopefully get the judgement day off of your backs.

but no one knew what was coming.

you and dominik had talked about everything backstage, away from your dad and away from anyone who didn’t need to hear it. you had a plan, and you were going to make a statement without the help of rey mysterio. this was your moment, dominik’s moment. and no one was going to take it away from you. 

truth be told, most of the match was a blur; you and dominik kept up your gimmick as the proud kids in the background of rey and edge’s moment up until the very end. but eventually you found yourself stood in the ring, next to your brother, watching rey and one of his great friends celebrating their big moment. 

but then dominik made his move, and you knew your plan was officially in action. 

your twin gave edge a low blow, and didn’t even try to hide the smirk that rose on your face as the hall of famer fell to his knees. the shock on your father’s face only fueled your fire, and as edge sat on his knees you followed it up with a superkick to the chin that had his head spinning. 

rey turned both you and dominik to face him, your own chest heaving with rage and anxiety as dominik caught his breath. as twins, your energy had always radiated off of one another and you always did everything as a team; this was no different, your brother’s hand reaching for yours as his way of letting you know you were in this together. 

“por favor, por favor.” your dad pleaded, his hands in front of him as he looked at his eldest children. “listen to me, both of you. please, leave him alone.” one of rey’s hands reached out to hold dominik;s chest as the other held your cheek, and truth be told that alone almost sobered you up. the look in your dad’s eyes through the white contacts almost convinced you to stop this whole thing and walk away...but you didn’t. 

dominik delivered the harshest clothesline he could manage right to your dad’s chest, and you immediately climbed up to the top turnbuckle at the nearest ringpost. the boos in the audience only fueled the adrenaline rushing through your body as you landed the biggest splash of your career so far onto your dad, and you and dominik stood by to look at exactly what you’d done. 

you could only barely hear the judgement day’s laugh behind you as you left the ring with your big brother, hand in hand as you both came to terms with what you’d done. but you knew this was only the beginning, and come monday night, everyone in the wwe universe was going to find out what the mysterio twins had planned for their futures. 

--- ---

monday night raw, two days after clash at the castle. 

you stood backstage next to your twin brother, watching on the monitor as your dad and edge spoke about what you’d done only two days prior. you stood with damian, distanced from the rest of the judgement day so you could have your own moment with him before sealing the your fate. his arms wrapped around your waist, and yours rested on his shoulders as he gave you one final kiss. 

“you look good in all black, princesa.” he said softly, complimenting the black mini skirt and heeled booties you’d chosen. a gentle smirk teased his lips as the two of your gently swayed your bodies; damian knew this was hard for you, and he was doing whatever he needed to do to calm you before you and dominik confronted your father. “let us handle business, okay? and after tonight, everything will be okay.”

you gave damian one more gentle kiss, nodding your head as his words registered in your brain. “thank you. for everything.” you whispered, smiling up at him before you were interrupted. 

“break it up, lovebirds.” rhea teased softly, her own hand interlocked with that of your twin brother’s. “we’ll see you two shortly.” she and the rest of the judgement day made their way to gorilla, and you followed behind with dominik. 

“you’re ready?” he asked you softly, giving dom a small nod as you locked arms with your brother. 

your free hand adjusted the collar of his button-up shirt, giving him a smile that was practically identical to his own. “as ready as i’ll ever be.” you said quietly, standing by the monitor to watch the segment unfold. 

edge made his final call for you and your twin brother to come out to the ring, but edge and your father were met with the screams of rhea’s music much to their disappointment. you both watched, as rhea tormented your father and the hall of famer about how she’d turned dominik into ‘a real man’, and how you were so much more than ‘rey mysterio’s babygirl’. 

truth be told, the next few moments were a blur. you gave your brother one final look, gently squeezed his arm, and the two of you walked out to meet the judgement day to claim your new spots in the group. 

you couldn’t look at the ring, because you knew seeing your dad would only make this more difficult. but oddly enough, you relished in the booing that resounded through the crowd; it made you feel so...good. so powerful. and you could feel that same energy radiating off of your brother as you two walked in slow strides side by side. you both joined rhea’s side, rhea pulling your twin brother closer as your hands busied themselves with the bracelet around your wrist damian had given you backstage.

“dom, y/n...” rey practically begged. you finally looked up at the ring, seeing his pain through the mask on his face. “snap out of it, guys. both of you still have time, so make amends with edge. make things right.” his eyes went directly to you, and even though it hurt to look at your dad in the moment, you stayed strong. “y/n, babygirl, come on.” he begged. “this isn’t you. my little girl wouldn’t do this.”

you watched as your father got out of the ring, closing the distance between yourself and your brother as you met him on the ramp. rhea followed close behind, but your dad stood in front of his twins to make one final plea. “don’t do this.” he said softly, neither you nor your brother even bothering to look at the man in front of you. “i’m talking to both of you. don’t do this.”

the two of you refused to let him intimidate you into giving in. you were no longer going to allow your father to treat you like small children, but rather you were both going to prove to him that you were better than anything he could have ever amounted to. 

“you can’t even look at me in the eyes? see me face to face?” he asked, his voice filled with shock and anger at what he was witnessing. he was so shocked and angry, that all he could do was walk back up the ramp. you and dominik watched, your faces straight and unwavering while rhea had the audacity to laugh at him. the old y/n would have been fuming at someone laughing at her father...but you let that version of you die in cardiff only two days ago. 

the next few moments were a blur; damian and finn had unleashed their attack on edge in the ring, your dad came back out to make one final plea, and he then became the target of his own attack from rhea. but what awoke you from this odd daydream, was the feeling of cold steel being placed into your hand. 

you gave rhea a small nod, climbing up the stairs to the ring to stand side by side with damian. he gave you a smirk, standing to the side to allow you the room to do what you pleased, and with the encouragement of your new-found family you didn’t hesitate to hit edge with that chair as hard as you possibly could. it was hard to even explain the rush through your body as the metal connected with edge’s back, but it felt amazing. 

the boys took over from there until your dad got back in the ring, trying to be a hero as he stood over edge’s body to shield him from damian and finn. but by then you’d all moved out onto the ramp again, damian’s hands pulling your body closer to his as your dad watched. 

damian gently grabbed your cheek, the both of you smirking at rey as your boyfriend pulled you into a kiss. this kiss wasn’t just for show, either; t was the same as every other time damian had placed his lips against yours, all those times you two met in secret before or after shows to discuss your future with the judgement day, and now he was using it as a gesture to show where your loyalty now lied. 

while his calloused hands gently led you back up the ring, smoke practically pouring from your father’s ears, you smiled at the feeling of standing arm in arm with your new family. with four people who wanted nothing but the best from you, and who were going to do everything in their power to build you up rather than put you on the back burner like rey had done. 

this was your moment. dominik’s moment. not rey’s. and the whole world was about to find out who the real mysterio twins were. 

once you were backstage, damian lifted your body up into his arms in the biggest hug he could manage. you hid in his neck, breathing in the spice of his cologne and tangling a hand in his ponytail. “mi princesa, estoy tan orgulloso.” he whispered in your ear. “bienvenido a tu nueva familia.”

you pulled back as damian placed you back onto your feet, giving him one more kiss before smiling at the man who single-handedly turned your life around. “i think i like the other side a lot more already.” you told him softly. letting him lead you back to the dressing room with the rest of the group. 

who knew betrayal could be so romantic?

[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: MALE READER (FTM SAFE)

-> POC SAFE 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Non-idol Jeongin, random, non-existent village that I made 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: It was a tradition in your kingdom for a stranger to give flowers to a person they fell for. You always get flowers from strange men and woman but none of them caught your attention. None of them gave you a good reason why they liked you until one man changed your life. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): The reader has trust issues, he is very much hard to get but has his reasons, the reader mentions to have insecurities about their looks for a bit, mentions of looks, mentions of the word "Sexual" called "beautiful" once or twice. Called "attractive" a couple of times, mentions of food. Cursing. Mentions of bullying but not on the reader. Mentions Minho and Hyunjin once and the Lee family (Lee Felix). This is mad corny and I hate being corny and cheesy sometimes. 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Sigh, I just need more male/gender neutral readers. I had the sudden urge to make a male reader.

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In the kingdom of Miroh, there was a known tradition that was used many years ago. It was like courting in a way—well, most definitely courting...

Tradition for a male, female, or whatever gender you identify as being to bring a beautiful flower from the Wysteria garden up North, pick the flower they think is a perfect match for their crush, and put it on their doorstep.

It may seem strange because why would a random stranger court another random stranger?

Well, it's love at first sight until you get rejected, then it's second or third, depending on how desperate the person is.

The courting lasts for one week; within those days, it is always the same flower and then a letter about themselves with the crush responding back, until finally, when Friday hits, they are supposed to not only have a flower on that crush's doorstep but even the secret admirer to confess their feelings. Using those exact words:

"My love for you is as fresh as these flowers. Please accept my love for you!"

Everyone knows those exact words and always uses them in hopes of getting accepted. One person thought it was dumb, which is [Male Reader].

Of course, you didn't think of that at first. When you turned 18, you were honestly excited to be courted. You would rather have the person court you, so you get to know the reasons why that person likes you.

You didn't find yourself to be quite charming like the other boys or girls, so you kind of didn't expect to get one until you opened the door to find a beautiful rose bouquet waiting for you.

You were so excited—you were even thrilled that someone out there liked you until you didn't.

Friday came along, and [Male Reader] got ready in hopes of seeing their future lover. When you opened the door, the man looked quite older than you; however, he was not bad-looking.

He extended his hand to you, almost shoving the flowers against your chest, then said those exact words to court someone when you finally met them face-to-face.

"My love for you is as fresh as these flowers. Please accept my love for you!"

The man's voice was soft, and you couldn't help but smile. Even though you were happy, you were curious about why he had chosen you. When you questioned him, the man stood there like a fool.

When he explains it to you, your smile slowly turns into a small frown. His explanation icked you, sending the flowers to his chest.

"You only like me because you find me attractive? Is that all? I'm just sexually appealing to you, is that all? What other reasons besides liking me? Those responses I made didn't attract your interest."

You shouted at him as he just looked at you in shock.

"What else is there to like?"

What else is there to like?

You are now 21.

Those are the exact words you hear every time someone tries to court you. They only liked you because you were attractive. They didn't even try to read the response you made, so you became less interested in the stories in their envelopes.

What's the point of reading it if they are not interested in your life story, only your looks?

You rejected every piece immediately, not even giving the poor secret admirer a chance.

Now that's a tradition for you.

Every time they give you their reason, it's always the word attractive, to the point where you feel uncomfortable hearing that word.

Just because of that, it became a challenge for others in the village to get you, and honestly, it annoyed you even more.

You told your friends, like Minho and Hyunjin, who both thought it was a good idea to just smack and run, and honestly, you don't feel like dealing with more drama, but they were still there to show their support and help you as much as they could.

Months have passed, and the dumb challenge has withered down a bit as they have grown tired of trying to court you.

They even add some sly remarks about you, which, honestly, you didn't give two shits about; however, you were honestly happy that people have given up on you, and you might have even given up on love as well.

Until you arrived at your house at night to see a bouquet of flowers in front of your doorstep.

You sighed, yet it intrigued you since no one has ever given you flowers around this time.

You looked around, but you saw no one but other houses with their lights turned off. You just assumed it was left there when you left to go hang out with your friends in the morning.

You grabbed the bouquet and tossed it to the side to show you were rejecting it without even looking at what type of flower it was. You assumed it was another bouquet of roses as you unlocked the front door and went inside to take a shower and sleep.

You assume this secret admirer was persistent.

Every night you hear a knock on your door, and you open to see a bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. You always toss it to the side until Wednesday, when you finally just keep it inside, even taking the ones you toss.

You notice how each flower is different.

Monday: Pine

Tuesday: Heather, but it was lavender-colored.

Wednesday: Pink Rose

Thursday: Iris

Each has its own separate meaning; you learned about this since you volunteered for community service as a garden helper.

You even notice how this person only sends poems, not an introduction. It was short, yet you couldn't help but feel cheesy on the inside.

You even feel slightly happy that there was a change and not just the same pattern.

As expected, you waited by the door in hopes of encountering this secret admirer since, as per tradition, Friday is where you meet face-to-face but you didn't hear any knock.

The flowers that the secret admirer is slowly losing lose their shape and color, just like you are losing yours.

The only thing that has withered is the pine that was placed in the bowl with other decorations. You felt yourself losing touch with everyone around you.

Maybe you just weren't meant for love.

Or maybe

People weren't just meant to have you.

You don't even know.

It's silly to feel this way about a secret admirer. It never affected you like this before, so why does this dumb secret admirer affect you now?

You know why.

Their different.

The flowers are different, the poems are different, and even the time is different.

So you assumed that this person was different.

Just that, maybe you found the one for you.

But they still haven't shown up. Not a single flower, not a single poem, not a single thing. It hurts your heart; it really did, so you cried again.

How pathetic to cry over a secret admirer—a different one, to be exact.

You kept crying until a knock was heard in front of your door. You stop crying as you quickly get up, hoping it was the admirer, until you open the door to see just a random delivery woman smiling at you.

You tried to smile back, but the pain didn't let you.

"Here you, Mr. [last name]! I hope you have a good day!" You waved at her as you walked back inside, tossing the mail on the dining table.

You didn't even bother looking at it as you grabbed some water to cool you down.

You walk back to the dining table and look down to see the mail. It was just newspapers and marketing until one envelope caught your eye.

The handwriting.

You recognize that handwriting anywhere, the poet.

You quickly opened the envelope and read what was inside.

Dear, [First and Last name]

Hello, how are you?

First, I want to start with an apology. I didn't mean to ignore you for four days; things have happened on my end, and I have gone to the hospital because of that. But have no fear; I am alright. Just a fractured leg, but it will heal!

Second, in hopes of having a way to get you to forgive me, please visit me at the Wysteria garden you used to work at.

I know it sounds strange, but I really want to meet you face-to-face so please give me another chance to redeem myself for you.

If you don't wish to see me, that is fine. I respect your decision, but please consider this offer!

Love, Secret admirer

You couldn't believe what you were reading. First off, you quickly got worried when this person mentioned being in the hospital.

Second, did this person know you before?

You tried to think, but nothing came, but you did want to meet this person. You got up, quickly changed into your best outfit once again, and walked out to Wysteria Garden up north.

You felt almost scared, yet excited.

You feel yourself shaking as you continue walking through the gravel road, ignoring everyone around you as you just keep on thinking about the secret admirer.

 

As you reach your destination, You notice how the garden still looked the same when you were 18 years old.

The same design, the same flowers, and probably the same wooden swing set up the hill where the cherry tree was.

You look around, but you don't see anyone.

You look up at the hill; you don't really see anyone up there, but you didn't want to think that since it was quite high to see what's up there, so you walked up the hill.

As you climb, you see clearly that, in fact, the cherry tree with a swing set connected to it is exactly the same, just like you said.

You made it up, but you don't see anyone.

You frowned a bit as you walked up to the swing, sitting yourself down as you rocked back and forward on the swing, signing a bit until you heard footsteps coming behind you.

You quickly got off and turned around to see a man, almost young but probably not younger than you.

You even notice that one hand was behind his back while the other was placed in his chest.

His face was turning red as he shyly scratched his neck while looking at you. His face always looked like a fox, which you thought was quite cute.

You waited for him to say something, but it seems like he couldn't, so you step in.

"Um, hi? Are you the one who gave me the flowers and poems?" You questioned. The man slowly nodded as you watched him try to calm himself down.

"Hey, it's alright; I don't bite unless you are doing this just for this dumb challenge."

The man quickly shook his head while shouting "no" at you. He quickly shuts his mouth, then finally opens it again to speak.

"N-No! Of course not! I would never! This is real; my feelings for you are real! You want to sit down?" The man stutters but still finds a way to finish his sentence.

You just nodded as you sat down on the ground and watched the man carefully set himself down, biting his lips to ignore the pain from his leg.

"Are you alright?" He quickly just nods as he looks at you.

You looked at him back, even though it was very awkward. You didn't know what to say, so you just waited for him.

"Well, sorry, um. I should introduce myself since I didn't do those introduction papers. Um, my name is Yang Jeongin. I'm part of the Yang family; you might know me from my father being a priest or my mom being a baker with the Lee family."

You nodded as you said his name in your head.

"I'm 22 years old, so it should be a fine age for you to probably date me." He said it shyly as he pondered what else to say.

"I like to help people like mom and dad with stuff. I like to sing, um. My favorite color is green. Yeah, uh, sorry, this is my first time doing this tradition!" He quickly apologized and bit his lip again.

You smiled.

"It's okay; take your time."

He nodded until his eyes opened wide, almost like he forgot something. He quickly extends both of his hands to show you a flower—a red chrysanthemum flower, to be exact.

Love and passion

Then he says his words:

"My love for you..." He mumbles a bit, almost like he couldn't decide what to do or say.

He sighs as he sits up confidently and looks at you with a serious face as he extends his hands comfortably and gently this time.

My love for you...

"My love for you is not like the others. Yes, it's fresh, but it's new, and I want to be the right one for you! So please, if you like, accept my love, [male reader], and be the love of my life!"

He shouts as he shuts his eyes, waiting for the rejection to come; however, he didn't hear any.

He opens your eyes to see you in shock.

Those words, you repeated them in your head. It wasn't the same as that stupid, repeated sentence in those traditions.

It was new; it was different.

He is different.

But you didn't let that affect you for now, as you were curious. You always are; you wanted to know why this stranger, Yang Jeongin, liked you.

He could be different, but his reasons might be the same as others.

You didn't want that.

"Well then, Yang Jeongin, tell me, why do you like me?"

You assume he was going to hesitate and say something about you just being attractive, but none of that was said by him.

"Because you helped me. I know it's dumb, and you might not remember that back when we were 14 or 15, you were there when those bullies treated me. They disliked the way I looked; they feared me. Almost everyone did, but you didn't. You didn't fear me; you stuck up for me. I felt protected when I was with you, so when I saw you again at the bakery, my heart couldn't stop fluttering. I loved you when you first helped me. You protected me, and now I want to protect you from the people who hurt you. You are beautiful. A beautiful mind, a loving personality, even the confidence gave me a boost of life, so place, accept my love so I can cherish you each night and day."

You were stunned; you didn't even notice that you were crying.

Jeongin quickly reached out to you, but when he did, you quickly grabbed him and kissed him on the lips. He froze in shock until he gave in, kissing you back. He was almost dropping the chrysanthemum flower from his hand.

You pulled back as you noticed how red he had become.

"I'm quite sad that I managed to forget you. High school really took a toll on me, but I'm so grateful and happy. Thank you! Not only that, you don't even know much about me. We can change that." You smiled as you grabbed him by the arm as you both carefully walked down from the hill to the garden house for the both of you to talk and get to know each other.

You felt loved.

And honestly, you felt lucky to find someone like him.

Your flower boy.

I don't know if I should tag them (if they want to be tagged, honestly wasn't sure) or just reblog their post but I wanted to tag them since I'm not the one who made the dividers nor gifs! Thank you!

Dividers credits: @v6que and @florietas

Gif credits: @yang-innie

Again, thank you for reading!

[axelsagewrites]

My dear author, can I get a fluffy pet play with modern Daemon x poc fem reader, where after days away (maybe he's away on business) reader decides to prepare a surprise (a romantic evening) and welcomes you dressed as a kitten (or bunny, fox or something like that) with full costume (including ears and tail) Just soft Dom Daemon having a super passionate and exciting night with reader (with lots of caresses, praise, affection, light spanking, use of vibrator/dildo, nipple play, multiple orgasms, p in v, rmming and maybe aal sex and aftercare?) please?

Daemon Targaryen*Missed You

Pairing: Daemon x f!reader

Word count: 2810

Warnings: caressing, praise kink, pet play, butt plug, collar, light spanking, vibrator, slight teasing, nipple play, finger, p in v sex, after care smut 18+

Masterlist Here

It wasn’t often daemon had to travel for business but when he did it was painful to say the least. He’d been gone for only a four days you still found yourself watching paint dry you were that bored without him. Bored and horny of course. Daemons nightly phone calls didn’t help, telling you what he missed and what he wanted to do. It was good but gods did it make it harder to wait.

But finally, tonight he was coming home. When you asked him if he wanted you to pick anything up for him arriving home, he declared that you were all he wanted. And you he would get. When the text came through saying he landed you knew you only had just over an hour to set your plan in place.

You had told him you had planned a romantic private dinner to welcome him home and you supposed that wasn’t a lie. You had made one of his favourite pasta bakes, placing it the oven so all you had to do was finish heating it up and melting the cheese. However, as the dinner finished cooking you slipped into the bedroom to set up the rest of your plan.

Pulling out the box from under your bed your eyes scanned the line of options. Every toy, every type of lingerie, everything you could possibly need for sex. Your eyes settled on the fluffy black cat ears a friend had bought you for halloween years ago but that drove daemon mad with lust every time he saw them. They matched perfectly with the chiffon black collar, complete with a bell and all, that daemon had bought you.

You slipped on the cat ears first before tying the fabric collar around your neck with a pretty little bow in the back. Next was the wardrobe. Daemon loved all of your sets, even picking out half of them, but there was one in particular you knew he liked. It was black and lacy sheer dress and according to him made your butt look fantastic. That might also be because it barely covered your ass.

Thigh high stockings just topped off the look but as you looked in the mirror your eyes wondered to the bag in the corner of the room. It had been a purchase you and daemon had discussed for a while but had yet to buy. You opened the back and unboxed the furry black tailed butt plug you had bought yesterday.

Daemon sent another text. Be there in 15 love. Right, you thought to yourself, lets do it. You returned back to the box to grab some lube, smoothing it over the bulb of the plug before kneeling on the bed. It wasn’t like this was your first ever butt plug but something about this one felt different.

Once you managed to slip it in, you stood up to realise that it actually felt quite comfortable already. This would be fun after all you thought as you walked over to the full-length mirror, inspecting your own behind and the tail now poking out of it.

Five more minutes. You quickly went into the kitchen, checking the pasta bake before turning the oven off and leaving the pasta in it to keep warm. You’d need food after to regain your energy you thought. As you finished up in the kitchen you heard the front door open and shut.

“i’m home darling,” daemons voice rung through the flat, “gods it smells good, what’s cooking good looking?” He asked, his voice getting closer as he approached the kitchen.

You took one last deep breath, rolling back your shoulders before putting on your best seductive face. “i made one of your favourites,” you said as you opened the door.

Daemon stopped in his tracks just a couple feet from you. His eyes scanned your body, lingering on your hips before finally meeting your eyes. Daemon dropped his bag without even thinking, his coat still on, as he moved to close the gap between you both. His hands went to hold your face as his lips crashed onto yours in a needy, desperate kiss.

You grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself, letting yourself feel his broad shoulders even beneath all the fabric. “missed you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“missed you more pet,” he murmured back, his hands slipping from your face to your hips. His hands squeezed at your flesh before sudden leaving a light spank on your ass making you gasp. Daemon paused for a moment, pulling his lips back, “is that…” he said, his words wondering off as his hands moved to feel your ass obviously feeling the additional fabric. “turn around for me love,” he said, and you did as instruct.

As you waited for a response you couldn’t help biting your lip, waiting for him to say something. Daemons hands wordlessly caressed your ass, squeezing it gently while his eyes stared at the tail. “now this, i like,” he said while his fingers felt the furry fabric, “very cute love,” he said as he took your hand to spin you back around.

“what about dinner?” You said with your best fake pout as you rested your hands on his chest.

“it can wait pet,” daemon said, his hands pulling you flush against his body by your hips, “i wanna have a bit of fun with you first,” he murmured, dipping his head to close the gap.

His lips were slower this time but not any less hungry as his hands squeezed the soft flesh of your ass. You began to push his coat off, desperate to feel his skin. Daemon got the hint and began to lead you to the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours as you helped him shed his layers.

Your thighs hit the edge of the bed while your fingers finally unleashed his belt. Daemon only broke the kiss to kick of his shoes before slipping off his trousers. He grabbed your hips, turning you to stand in front of him while he sat on the bed in only his black boxers.

“cm’here kitten,” daemon said, his eyes raking over your frame as he guided you to straddle his laps, “that’s a good girl,” daemon said, kissing your jaw lightly. “and such a cute little bell,” he said as his finger tapped the collar around your neck.

You couldn’t help but giggle lightly, “thank you,” but daemon only hummed in response as he brushed the hair off your neck, his lips moving to your soft skin.

Daemon may have been gone for a few days, but he knew all the right spots. He knew where and how to kiss your neck to make the moans fall freely. His hands caressed your ass, pushing the sheer dress up to give him full access. Daemon placed a few soft spanks on your ass, enjoying the way your breath caught with each one.

“you gonna be a good girl?” Daemon asked softly, his breath fanning over your chest.

“yes,” you whined, missing his touch more now that it was so close, “i’ll be good i swear,” you said as daemon moved his hands to trace your nipples over the thin fabric. They perked up to his touch, something daemon enjoyed watching as he began to softly squeeze them, “daemon,” you moaned as he rolled them between his fingertips, “i need you,”

“you’ll get me pet,” daemon murmured before he finally met your eyes again, “don’t worry im not done with you yet. Why don’t you get on all fours for me love?” He said but you knew it wasn’t a question.

You quickly positioned yourself on the bed, your ass presented for him as your chin rested on the soft sheets. Daemon chuckled when he saw the box of toys was already out, “you really did miss me then,” he mused as he inspected the box.

“really, really missed you,” you corrected as you tried to see what he was grabbing but to no avail.

Daemon chuckled as he took something out the box before moving to kneel behind you, “such a pretty little thing,” he praised, his hand stroking the tail. He took the base of the plug in his hand gently thrusting in you making you bite back moans, “feel good?” He asked.

“yes,” you said, trying not to let the whine in your voice show, “you feel better though,”

“i wanna try you like this for a bit,” he said, his hand falling from the plug. Every second felt like an hour as you were unable to see what he was doing when suddenly you heard a quiet buzz. Your body shivered when the vibrator lightly ran up your folds, “feels good doesn’t it,” daemon murmured, enjoying the way your body jerked to the additional feeling. Daemon continued to run the vibrator up and down your slit, letting it hover over your clit a moment longer, as he listened to your soft moans.

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the moment and you ached for more of his touch. “please need more,” you whined, your cheek pressed into the bed as your hips wiggled, desperate for more friction.

Suddenly daemon pressed the vibrator directly onto your clit, making your body jerk as the toy worked your bundle of nerves, “like this?” Daemon asked when you felt his fingers circling your hole, “or like this?” He asked as his two of his fingers began to ease their way in. Your hips bucked as daemon began to finger you, his digits curling preciously while the vibrator worked your clit.

“such pretty noises,” he praised as he watched how your body reaction, “and so wet for me as well. You really are such a good little thing. You wanna cum like this?” He asked, his fingers hitting deeper making you whine.

“yes,” you moaned, your body almost unable to hold itself up as you felt your orgasm threaten to crash.

“wanna cum around my fingers with a plug in your ass? Is that it?” He asked, his movements non stopping.

“yes,” you whined, louder than the first. You didn’t care anymore, not about anything than the crushing feeling building in your stomach, “please i wanna cum,”

“do it then princess,” daemon said, “cum around my fingers like a good little pet,” his words were all it took to send you over the edge and your orgasm to spiral. Daemon dropped the vibrator when he felt your body clench up, his arm hooking around your hips to stop you collapsing on the bed. You were panting as you felt his fingers slipping out of you. “so good for me,” daemon murmured as he gently flipped you onto your back.

You looked up at him through hooded lids, “thank you,” you said between pants, still dazed from the orgasm.

Daemon chuckled at your manners despite your head currently spinning, “no problem pet,” he said as he crawled over your body, “but you’re not done yet,” daemon ignored your whines, kissing your cheek instead, “c’mon love i know you have more in you. Need to make it up to you for being away,” he said as he began to suck light hickeys on your neck, trailing them down your collar bones and to your chest. “need everyone to know you’re mine,” he muttered against your skin.

“all yours,” you said but as you came down from the orgasm you could feel the plug pressing in making your hips wiggle for the added friction. Your hands moved to gently tug his soft silver hair.

Daemon laughed at your antics but said nothing as he pulled the thin fabric of your dress down under your breast. He kissed around your breast before suddenly taking on of your nipples in his mouth. You whined as he sucked on the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing over it lightly, while his fingers took the other in-between them and rolled it between his fingers.

Daemon let his body lay on yours, pushing your pelvis down with his body to make the plug move in deeper. He knew it was working by the way you whined with each one of his grinds. “want me to fuck you like this?” He asked, letting go of the sensitive bud, “fuck you with a pretty little plug in your ass?”

“yes,” you whined, your legs trying to wrap around him from the friction, “need you please,” you whined as you tugged at his hair. “been waiting so long,”

“its okay kitten,” daemon said as he stroked your hair, “just let me take care of you,” he said as he stretched over you to grab the condoms out the top drawer. He was equally as desperate as you, something that showed as he pulled his boxers off to reveal his hard cock that already leaked precum.

Daemon slipped the condom on with ease before returning to rest between your legs. “ready for me love?” He asked as he lined his cock up with your entrance which was still soaked from before. Daemon took your nodding and whining as a yes and gently eased into you, pausing to watch your face contort and eyes shut as you enjoyed him stretching you out.

He slowly pushed in, filling you up perfectly before stopping for a moment, “you take me so well,” he praised as his hands grabbed your legs, pulling them to wrap around his hips, “c’mon love you can do it,” he said as your legs hooked around him and he began to thrust, slowly and deeply at first, “that’s it, awe look at you,” he said, his eyes screwing up in pleasure, “taking me so fucking well love,” he praised.

You moaned shamelessly as he continued to fill you up, his thrusts speeding up but not getting any less deep. With each thrust your ass pushed further down into the mattress, making the plug thrust in and out with each of daemons making you feel even more full than normal. Daemon muttered praises under his breath as his forehead rested against yours. You felt his hand slip between your body, rubbing your clit in steady circles.

You felt your body beginning to tighten again and it didn’t take long for another orgasm to crash through your body as daemon continued fucking you into the mattress. However, this time he didn’t stop, chasing his own release. Daemon only pulled out for a second, kneeling again as he grabbed your hips.

You whined as daemon pulled you back to all fours, “you can do it love,” daemon assured you as you felt his cock sink back in, “c’mon love you’ve been so good for me,” he groaned as he continued his assault on your already sensitive pussy. “fuck,” you heard him mutter.

His arm went around your hips to hold you up, his hand returning to keep rubbing sloppy circles into your sensitive bud. “c’mon pet one more,” he murmured, almost coaching himself as he thrusts got messy and deep.

His spare hand moved to hold the plug, pushing it in and out, fucking you with your own tail. That was all it took to make you crash over for the third time, your body shaking as your orgasm ripped through it. You heard daemon gasping, his hands moving to hold your hips, fingernails sinking into your skin. “fuck,” you heard him groan before you felt his body tense.

You took the opportunity as daemon finished to catch your own breath, your face resting against the soft mattress. Daemon pulled out, silently discarding off the condom for now, before gently lowering you back onto your back, before collapsing beside you. “oh my god,” he panted staring at the ceiling like he really saw god in that moment before his head fell to face you, “are you alright?” He asked.

You looked from him to the ceiling as your breathing slowly returned to normal, “better than alright love. Im fucking great,” you muttered.

Daemon chuckled at you before moving to sit up on the bed and pulling you over to lay on him. He took out the cat ears and sat them to the side before softly stroking your hair, “you were amazing love,” he said softly, gazing down at you. “was it good for you?”

“it was perfect baby,” you said as you settled into the position. When daemon asked about the food you told him it was in the oven, and he took it upon himself to bring you both a plate for dinner in bed which also gave you the opportunity to change into some comfy clothes and take the butt plug out.

You lay in bed with daemon, eating your meal in a comfortable silence and wondered how life could get ever get better that this?

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[kaycode1999]

Hi! So, tbh I had a hard time choosing but I think I would go with Transformers Animated 2007, mainly bc THE AUTOBOTS ARE SO TINY 🤧

And overall it's a great twist to the story

(Although if you want to just pick whichever universe would suit me best)

Anyways, onto my personality:

I consider myself to be very outgoing and extroverted with a slight fear of confrontation (Be it known, if my guts tell me to run I'm out of there). Many people also say that my presence is extremely hard to ignore, that they relate me to the color yellow and I'm easy to spot on the crowd (probably bc I speak loudly and don't stop). I also like to see the nice in everyone and everything, and I am hopeful for stuff to change for the better.

On the downside, while I tend to be very happy overall, I have big moodswings where If I'm reminded of a big insecurity of mine (my weight, for example) I can get sad immediately. Also doesn't help that I'm a daydreamer and overthink a lot. Honesty would be a very important for there to be comunication in the relationship, although It's very easy to tell whenever I'm upset since I become cold and shut up.

In general, I do a lot of Physical contact (ofc, I ask first if the other person is comfortable with hugs and stuff) and like complimenting my partner.

Should also mention that I'm responsible but not organized, very carefree and silly

I like history (mostly Movements for the rights of the people, be it for the POC community, Lgbtq+, workers, etc), swimming, astrology and hearing people talk about their interests.

My dream aesthetic is a mix between cottagecore and Overly feminine clothes, I LOVE Pink and Orange, they are my favorite colors ♡

Although I tend to have problems with taking care of myself (I believe it's because of my adhd, but I'm getting better at it :D)

My pronouns are She/They, I'm a demigirl, demisexual and demiromantic, and have to get to meet people for me to fall in love.

My type would include people who like to tease (like compliment a lot just to watch the other person blush), people with many hobbies and have a sense of helping others. Bonus points if they ramble about their interests and we can have discussions about themes like History or personal morals.

Who I don't want: (Idk if they are included or not but just to be safe) none of the children please, also not anyone who is a hypocrite or coward bc not my type :/

I match you with

TFA Prowl

He is more on the introvert side though he converses with people easily. His personality works well with extroverted people as his calming presence brings a nice balance.

As I said he has a very calming personality so you don't really have to worry about confrontation with him

He adores your positive outlook and sweet nature. It’s one of the reasons he fell for you to begin with.

The good thing about him being calm means that he's able to handle any mood swings or sadness you might have. He's very good at helping you through it and making you feel better.

If you're feeling insecure he’ll always make sure you know how much he loves you and that he thinks you’re absolutely beautiful

Because he really does think you're gorgeous. He’s from Cybertron so he doesn't understand the issues you have with your body at first. But he's very intuitive so he quickly begins to understand that human society makes people feel bad for not having the exact body types they deem acceptable so he understands why you feel and react the way you do

Communication with him is very easy and he's also very in tune with you. Most of the time he's gonna know how you're feeling before you even say it

He’ll give you space if you need it, or if you just want him to be there with you he'll do that too. Whatever you need

He's not used to physical contact at first but he likes it if its with you

He helps keep you organized and you also help him loosen up and have fun

He is fascinated by human history so please talk with him about all of it because he is eager to learn and he is all about furthering the rights of marginalized people

He's been to space so he'd be happy to tell all about what he's seen and learned

He doesn't want to nag you to take care of yourself like he's your parent or something. So instead he will help you to find products or ways of doing things that will help you

We've seen how he is with Bumblebee so he is definitely someone who likes to tease, but with you it's more flirty. If you tease/flirt with him he's definitely a flustered mess, but he’ll turn around and do the same to you

[sukibenders]

Marina Thompson (or Crane however yall want to refer to her) you will be avenged! Baby girl did not deserve all that, nor the slander that some fans give towards her. That being said, I feel like the show fumbled the ball with her and her future, if that, storyline all the way in the left field. Bare with me- here you have a biracial black woman entering this white family/household who already is against her, or more so Lady Featherington and that maid or whomever she gossips with. Like, LF wasn't kind from the beginning at all (we see how she treats her own daughters) but as soon as she noticed Marina taking attention away from her daughters (literally just by existing), she becomes even more spiteful and mean as she sees her as a threat. Even willing to sell her off to an older man, who could have harmed her, even after discovering that she was pregnant, just to get her out of her hair. Can you see the obvious undertones that carries?

To add on to that, the only friend that Marina can gain, can find solace in, Penelope ends up betraying her because she notices that Colin has been courting her and wants to marry her. Like, to me no matter how you spin it, what Penelope did was wrong because she not only spread all of Marina's intimate privacy to a judgmental society and put her in a very dangerous situation, but also her daughter. Do you honestly think that even with Marina being "fortunate" enough to become a Lady and cared for, her daughter Amanda will be welcomed into the Ton with open arms or at least with little difficulty?

Moving on from that, the fans aren't any better because the rhetoric they use is very disgusting and borderline racist. Painting her as this conniving woman who was only trying to trap this poor white man for her own gain (completely disregarding that Colin is, not only, an adult and can make his own decisions, would have likely raised the twins as his own, but also the whole point of the show is to obtain a match who could also provide for you aka all of which Marina was doing), ignoring how her choices were very limited and she was in an abusive household but are quick to paint her as an antagonist towards Pen (ignoring how she was the only one, outside of Eloise and Colin, who befriended her and helped give her confidence). I could go on!

And, lastly, while I haven't read the books I do know/am remotely aware that Marina does die in the books (possibly in a very traumatic way, correct me if I'm wrong) and Philip moves on with Eloise. Now, maybe the show didn't intend for it to be read this way, but it does give the vibe of the disposable black woman trope (it already did with the treatment of her and Polin, but this even more so because she literally dies). While Philip and Marina are very obviously shown to not have any romantic attraction, the show hardly does a good job at even making them seem as if they are remotely comfortable or at least friendly with one another. It's even painted as the last option available, which wouldn't be bad if we actually got to see the pair connect. Instead, Marina just seems lonely and an afterthought. We don't get anything else about her life nor see if she has any connections with the rest of the world (I don't think she does), so her dying would be even more saddening especially since she would be leaving behind her kids. And while I'm glad Philip and Eloise fans could potentially get their ship, it isn't lost on me that that would have to be at the cost of a black woman, who didn't even have a happy life to begin with. Like, again, maybe the writers didn't intend for this narrative to be there, but it is, and even worse is that Netflix or whoever has done very little to assist Ruby from the online hate and bullying she has received from fans, especially shippers (though, I don't think they do that for any of their cast, especially those who are poc e.g. what happened with Simone, Charithra, Regé, etc), and how she had to be hospitalized twice because her mental health was bad.

Marina deserves/deserved so much better (she will always be loved by me as the fandom could never make me hate her, even though there is little reason too).

[collegetennisoriginstory]

is there/will there be a way to make the mc trans? totally understand if thats too complicated, but i was just wondering! trans tennis players for the win...!

Hmm. It's something I've been wanting to add, but because being trans is pretty central to the experience of being a competitive athlete, I'm not entirely sure if I can commit to making sure I reflect that experience in the game.

Hence, to avoid adding something that feels "empty", I haven't added the option to the game yet (same for race/ethnicity).

It might help if I get an idea of what you guys expect when picking a trans MC—how should it affect the gameplay/text? If you have an opinion, do vote in the poll below, but also feel free to comment/send me a message to elaborate if you have more to say! Really appreciate the time.

Also, for folks that chose option 2 or 3: It would be helpful if you could let me know if you'd actually prefer that I don't include the option for MC to be trans if I don't eventually go with option 2 or 3 (meaning, option 2 / 3 or nothing, rather than option 1). Thanks for weighing in!!.

Explanation of the options below

Edit: By 'having an impact on gameplay', I mean having narrative differences / scenes that explore it further. E.g. Maybe an opponent comments on it in a match, and MCs have the option to either be bothered by it or to be fired-up to play even better to prove 'em wrong, and have teammates stand up for MC etc. Maybe MC gets to have a talk about being a trans athlete with someone they're close to.

On the other hand, having 1-2 occasions where characters talk about it would be less 'significant'/would be more like getting flavor text differences. E.g. When Rayyan talks to you about being POC, maybe you get an option to say hey I get it, I'm trans, I feel like I have to prove myself of being worthy all the time too~ or something like that.

And by 'choose it & have it be referenced' (the most basic option), I mean something one level below the above—maybe just a remark here or there by MC or a teammate etc. but no sig. difference to the text/choices etc

[aliypop]

Anyday Now: Chapter 1

Word Count: 2,448

Writers Note: Lost steam on the Tupelo fic, so here's a new series

Warning: Angst

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Chapter 2

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 Graceland 1967

"YOU'RE REARLY HERE!" Cecelia shouted, "You don't even know how things work anymore with the kids!" Elvis was shocked by her sudden shift in mood. An hour ago, he was reuniting with his wife and kids, and now it was World War Three. "Aw hell, Cece, I give the kids gifts, and suddenly I'm a bad father!" Elvis sighed as if he knew he added more fuel to the fire. Cecelia only laughed as she got closer to him. "They don't need a gift giving money totting daddy. They need their father!" Cecelia sighed. She had gone on too many stressful nights without Elvis now that he was doing more movies and The Colonel was working him like a musical mule, "But what would you know, you're probably in California with some young little thing, forgettin' you have responsibilities here in Memphis!"

"You keep it up, and you'll lose me like your mama lost your pa-" The bedroom door slammed in his face as he shook his head. He wondered when did things get so bad that they started arguing like this. He could hear her crying, and it broke his heart that she was in this much pain emotionally. He had to fix it.

"What would your mama say if she heard us fightin' like this, huh!" Cecelia said, her back against the bedroom door.

Elvis cleared his throat as he did one of his funny voices, "She'd say Booby! That's the one good woman you got. Either get yourself together, or you'll lose her." Elvis chuckled, as did Cecelia, leaning against the door as he fell into her lap. Blue eyes looking at cloudy hazel eyes, "You know I love you, right..." Cecelia asked,

"If you didn't, you wouldn't pitch such a fight to keep me in check." his hand on her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her, "I'm sorry if I made you feel all alone,"  

"I'm sorry if I made you feel like I nag you." Taking his hand, Cecelia pressed a soft kiss into his palm. Elvis then got up and carried her to the bed, 

"We haven't had any mama and papa time. Since I've been back. I think we're long over,"

CRASH!

"JESSIE BROKE IT!"

"DID NOT!"

"Duty calls Mr. Presley..." Cecelia sighed, getting up as Elvis kissed her lips, "You stay right here. I'll handle this." he winked at his wife as she bit her lip. Something about him taking charge did it for her. As Elvis went downstairs, his twins Jessie and Elaine greeted him.

"Who broke what..."

"Elaine broke a bowl," Jessie said, a smirk on his face. Jessie was the trickster and troublemaker, but Elvis loved him dearly, even if he did get punished a lot. 

"Jessie broke it! Cause you said no snacks out of the pretty plates!" Elaine stated. Elaine was a daddy's girl. But she was also independent at times and almost always slept between her parents in their bed. 

"What pretty plate was broken..." Elvis could feel a headache coming, especially if it was the plates from,

"The cabinet with the matching cups in it," Jessie said as Elvis had a face that read oh shit. Walking towards The China cabinet, he had hoped it wasn't the wedding china, but when he opened the door, he noticed the missing plate, which matched the shattered one on the ground. 

"And you were going to leave it on the floor..." Elvis asked, rubbing his temples.

"Yeah, 'cause mama won't notice!" Jessie said, telling on himself, 

"Mhmm, so you broke a plate and a bowl?"

"Mhmm!" Jessie nodded,

"And you lied, saying your sister did it?"

"Yep!" Jessie said, a smile on his face as Elvis chuckled. If parenting is this easy, he'd try being a bad cop even more. "So Jessie, you know you're grounded, right," Elvis said as Jessie pouted, 

"But...But..."

"No comic books and TV time for two days, and you're helping with the horses," Jessie grumbled as he tried to muster out tears. Elaine stuck her tongue out at him as Elvis cleared his throat, "You can be next too little Biscuit." he smirked as Elaine straightened up. 

"Sorry, Daddy..."Elaine sighed. Elvis ruffled up her curly, dirty blonde hair. 

"Now, you two clean this mess up." 

"But it's got pointy parts!" Jessie said,

"Should've thought about that when you broke it." Walking back upstairs to the bedroom, Elvis noticed Cecelia was asleep. She looked like an angel, and he was still proud to say that she was his wife. Kissing her on the temple, Cecelia began to wake up, 

"Hmmm..."

"Did I wake you, baby?" Elvis asked as Cecelia pulled him closer to her body like he was a teddy bear. Lying next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, taking in her scent, "No, you didn't wake me," her voice was raspy, "I just was resting my eyes a bit..." she sighed. Cecelia sounded exhausted, and he could see why raising twins was a handful, and she was doing this alone when he was shooting movies. God, he needed to make it up to her, "Say, uh, Cece,"

"Hmm..."

"How can I make it up to ya?" Elvis asked as she laughed, "Well, I'd like some husband and wife time," Elvis laughed with her as he kissed her forehead, 

"So, a date night?" 

"Mhmm..."

"Say 7 pm tonight. Meet me downstairs?"

"Who's going to watch the twins..."She mumbled,

"The boys could."

"Elvis, remember what happened the last time the mob watched the twins." Elvis laughed, rubbing the back of his head, 

"Alright, fine. What about Jerry or, even better, Midge?"

"Midge is out of town with her wife Cheryl, but I trust Jerry," Cecelia agreed as Elvis laughed, 

"Why only Jerry?"

"Cause he doesn't let the twins chase each other with sparklers." 

"You got a point." Elvis laughed, kissing her forehead as he walked to their shared bathroom, "Say...Wanna make up for lost time?" Elvis asked as Cecelia looked up at him, "In the shower?" his eyebrow quirked up, and his smirk plastered on his face as she blushed, "Oh... The shower, " Cecelia blushed as Elvis took her by the hand, "Or would you prefer the tub?"

"Which gives you the better angles..." 

"Tub it is."

It was now a quarter to seven, and Cecelia was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She wanted to wow Elvis. Here she was wearing pink hot pants, a white blouse, and gogo boots. 

"You look pretty mama." Elaine smiled as Cecelia kissed her on the cheek, 

"Thank you, pumpkin."

"Where'ya going mommy..." Jessie asked, a pout on his face, 

"Well, I'm going out with your daddy," She giggled at the phrase,

"What about us?"

"Well, you'll be here with uncle-" The downstairs door creaked open as a voice boomed from downstairs, 

"WHERE'S MY GOD NIECE AND NEPHEW!"

"UNCLE JERRY!!!" Cecelia laughed as she got her purse and sprayed her perfume on. She was finally ready to head out for her date. 

"Lainie, Jess!" Jerry picked them both up as he smiled, "My favorite twins!" 

"We're the only twins, you know, Uncle Jerry!" The two laughed as Elvis shook his head. They were his pride and joy given to him by the most wonderful wife. 

"Hey. E don't look now, but there's an angel in your house." Jerry whispered as he saw the love-drunk look in his blue eyes, 

"How do I look?" Cecelia asked as Elvis was speechless,

"I-I- uh, Gorgeous." Elvis took her by the hand and kissed it, "Love the pants..."

"Love the scarf..." Cecelia pulled at it a little as she kissed him,

"EW!" The kids giggled as Jerry joined in, "Will you two love birds go!" 

"Okay, but remember Jessie gets hyper on sugar, and Elaine is only allowed one scoop of -"

"Ice cream before bed, I know, C," 

"And if you need us..."

"Cece, Jerry'll be fine." Elvis kissed her cheek. The two walk outside. It was still a little light outside. Fans gathered at the gates, and Cecelia already had her arms wrapped around Elvis, 

"I know he'll be fine. It's just mama's worry, you know." She shrugged as he laughed, "Papa's worry too. " he kissed her nose, walking toward the garage. Elvis scanned the room for what car? He wanted to take until he saw one of his motorcycles. There was a summer breeze, and he wanted to impress Cecelia. After all, they did start off on the wrong foot this morning. 

"Your uh carriage." He gestured as she got on with him,

"Groovy, as the kids say." Cecelia chuckled,

"Hold on tight, okay, darlin,"

"Of course," Starting up the motorcycle, they zoomed out the garage, down the gates waving at fans, and onto the Memphis streets. 

"Anywhere you wanna go?" Elvis asked,

"Wherever the wind takes us." She held onto him tighter, taking in his brutish scent and shampoo. Cecelia felt young again. 

"Mmm... What about memory lane?" 

"Memory lane?" 

"Yeah," Elvis smiled, the two racing like a speeding bullet. Their first stop was Audobon, and Cecelia could feel her heart pounding as if she were twenty again, holding pies, cakes, and potato casserole. 

"You know I haven't been back..."

"Since you moved, I know. It pained you when they kicked you all out, which was cruel." Cecelia held his hand, 

"But I remember when I met your parents." 

"You were so nervous, but my mama loved you," He chuckled, "I'm still envious of your bedroom..." she joked as Elvis laughed, 

"I don't think we paid much attention to it." He laughed,

"Between Bible scriptures and making out, I remember it well." she smiled as he helped her back on the bike. The stars were now out, and Memphis felt like a dream. They had passed Sun Records, and now they were at Russwood Park. 

"Still wished you'd seen the whole show." Elvis laughed, 

"I did, aside from climbing the fence and breaking my heel." Cecelia laughed as Elvis joined her, "Might I say, black is your color, 'cause..." She bit her lip as Elvis nudged her,

"Cause what, honey," 

"You look sexy and mysterious." She kissed his cheek.

"I'll keep that in mind," He blushed as Cecelia kissed the corners of his lips. They stayed in each other's arms for a little while until their stomachs started to grumble, 

"You hungry?" 

"I could eat." 

Sitting in a booth in a diner on Beale were Cecelia and Elvis. On their table were fries, a burger, two sodas, and a strawberry milkshake. It was almost like it was 1956 again. Sipping her orange Fanta, her eyes wouldn't leave Elvis's. Cecelia was still mesmerized by her husband, scooting her hand closer, her engagement ring bumping into one of the rings on his finger, interlocking their hands together as she giggled like a schoolgirl, 

"I love you, you know that, right?"

"I know you do, Elvis," She kissed his knuckles.

"Today really scared me." He sighed, taking a deep breath, "I don't want us to fight like that again. I don't ever think we should go to bed mad at each other either," looking deep into her eyes as she agreed, "We're a team El, we just gotta remember that, I don't want to be your enemy," 

"Then how can I make things better?" 

"When you're away, check in on us..." 

"No, I'll do you one better." He squeezed her hand, "I want y'all with me," He smiled, "I don't want to miss anything in their lives. I don't want to miss you either." He smiled. Cecelia gasped, leaning in to kiss him as she felt something cold spill into her lap, 

"Shit not again..."

"Elvis!" She chuckled,

"Seems it's tradition." He shrugged,

"Alright, did everyone take baths!" Jerry asked as Elaine and Jessie nodded, "Pj's are on," he smiled, "Teeth are brushed?" Elaine nodded as Jessie shook his head. Jerry playfully sighed, "Then, no ice cream for you." Jessie ran upstairs to brush his teeth as Jerry smiled. He didn't have kids of his own, but he and Rosa had thought about it some tune. Of course, it would be a bit hard on her. Considering she still wanted to sing and act, they'd cross that bridge when they got there. 

"Uncle Jerry..."

"Yes, Memphis," sitting at her level. 

"I don't think Mommy and Daddy are in love anymore." Elaine sighed,

"Whys that."

"Well, today they were arguing, and they both said mean things, and mommy was crying," 

"Adults do that sometimes, but they love each other, I promise." Jerry smiled, ruffling up her hair, 

"How do you know!" Jerry could hear the engine outside revving up as he took her to the window and showed her parents laughing and carrying on with each other. 

"So, wait, wait, The Colonel then said you should just do movies for the rest of your life?" Cecelia laughed, "Every day, that man proves why you should've signed under my mother." She huffed, 

"I know, I know, but now he's thinkin a Christmas Special for next year, and..." Cecelia looked at him, 

"You don't sound sure about it, baby..."

"Cause I'm not. I mean, I'll be performin again, but..."

"You feel like you're being told how to."

"Yeah..." He sighed, the two walking into the house, little arms wrapped around his leg, "What're you doing up, little biscuit?"

"Didn't wanna sleep without you saying good night..." her hand wrapped around his pinkie as his heart melted, "Alright baby, up on Daddy's back!" He laughed as Jessie tackled him from up the stairs, 

"How're things with you and Rosa," Cecelia asked as Jerry laughed,

"Well, she's droppin' hints about marriage, but..."

"You don't think she's ready," Cecelia asked,

"Not really. I mean, she's got wanderin' eyes and-" 

"Who's got wanderin' eyes?" Elvis interrupted

"Rosa."

"Thought she was engaged to Scotty..."

"They broke it off 'cause he was broke," Cecelia mentioned," Rosa is a good girl, she just, she's well..."

"A lot," Elvis smirked, 

"Just take your time with her," Cecelia added as Jerry nodded, "Well, goodnight, y'all two. And no more arguing." He winked at Elaine, who was at the steps.

"How'd you know." They both said. As they turned around and saw Elaine giggling, 

"Little biscuit!"

"Hmmm!" 

"Mama!" Jessie called as Cecelia sighed, running toward his voice, "You tuck Elaine in, and I'll handle Jessie." After their parenting duties were done, the two met in their shared bedroom, exhausted and cuddling each other, until the phone rang. 

"Hello... Who's this..."

"Oh yes, you..." 

"Elvis, it's the pain in my ass on the phone." Cecelia chuckled as Elvis nearly spit out his water laughing, 

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Disability Discrimination in Anime Dubbing

Disabled Characters are becoming more and more common in manga in recent years, with releases such as “A Sign of Affection”, “Ranking of Kings”, and “Josee, and the Tiger and the Fish”, all getting Anime Adaptations! However, only one of these series features a Disabled actor in the lead role. That being Emily Fajardo in Ranking of Kings (directed by Caitlin Glass) as Bojji. Emily has (understandably) undisclosed disabilities, and has said how ecstatic and proud they were to get to play a disabled role - a sense of triumph and emotion I do not wish to take away from them. However their disabilities do not match those of the character they play. Bojji is non verbal and deaf, Emily is not. 

Yet this is a vast improvement upon the continuing apparent refusal to find disabled actors. There is a solidarity found amongst disabled people, and whilst our experiences in this world are different, we have a shared history. A shared understanding of what it is like to live in a world that rejects you. Be that the epileptic teen who can't go to the cinema with their friends, or the wheelchair-using adult unable to find a job because nobody sees their value. 

The only time I can think of where a Disabled Anime Character has been voiced by someone with a matching Disability was Lexi Marman Cowden in “A Silent Voice” as Shoko. Lexi’s performance was absolutely incredible, heartfelt, and true in every sense. Comparing her performance to that of her able bodied Japanese counterpart (Saori Hayami) you can tell that Lexi has real life experience to draw on, her emotions feel real. It's obvious that Lexi has been through what Shoko has. It's why, despite its flaws as a story, I still consider “A Silent Voice” to be one of the best ever English Dubs. They bought something new to the series that the Japanese team didn't. Stephanie Sheh and her colleagues at NYAV Post understood the need to have stories told by the people they're meant to represent - a sentiment that has bled through into their other work such as casting Trans Actress Shakina Nayfack as Hana in “Tokyo Godfathers”. 

And whilst this wonderful dedication to accurate casting in terms of gender, racial, and sexual minorities is being reflected throughout the industry – for example the Majority POC Dub of “Horimiya” and the Majority Queer Dub of “Given” – it is simply not being reflected with regards to Disabled People who are once again left out in the cold. It also feels incredibly hypocritical and hurtful to see people criticise non-accurate casting within some minorities, and completely ignore it when disabled people are involved. 

An example of this would be “Josee, the Tiger, and the Fish”. Whilst it is to be celebrated that there was a Majority POC cast in the film, director Jerry Jewell still chose to cast an able bodied actress in the titular role of Josee, a wheelchair user. Suzie Yeung’s performance very much felt like that of an Able-bodied person mimicking a disabled person. Whereas Lexi had real life experience to draw upon, Suzie was making it up as she went along. This was especially clear to me when Josee was forced to self-hoist for the first time. 

Suzie played it as a tragic moment of upset frustration and proof that Josee needed help but was too stubborn to ask. Meanwhile, my own experience as a person with Myasthenia Gravis was that the first time I collapsed and couldn't stand up on my own, being able to clamber from the floor to the sofa was a moment of personal triumph. This is an emotion I have heard other disabled people talk about. It's not proof of helplessness, it's evidence that you do have strength, power, and independence. Yes, part of this was probably just the way the film was made, but I still felt that a disabled actor with mobility issues would have understood the nuances far better, and would have made for a better film. 

At the time, I said I would only forgive Director Jerry Jewell for casting an Ablebodied Actress in a Disabled Role, if he hired a Disabled Actress for an Able-bodied role… which he did later the following year when he cast the wonderful Risa Mei (who has dwarfism) as the protagonist in “My Senpai is Annoying”. Whilst this his was not Risa’s first role at Funimation (now Crunchyroll) having played Shirley/Rum in “Shadow’s House” and Nadila in “Kakushigoto”, it was her first lead role. The anime itself didn't have the best reception, however Risa has continued to be cast in more and more roles across the Anime and Gaming World including more Popular Series like “My Dress Up Darling”, “Sing a Bit of Harmony”, and the upcoming “Sand Land” Video Game by Dragon Ball Creator Akira Toriyama. 

I had hoped that perhaps this would lead to more disabled actors breaking through into the industry! That Lexi had proven, without a shadow of a doubt, that Deaf people could do Dubbing and do it better than Hearing People! That Risa had proved that there are thousands of talented disabled actors out there if you were just willing to look! Yet with the announcement of Lara Woodhull as Yuki in “A Sign of Affection” it is clear to me that Voice Over still has a long way to go with regards to hiring disabled people. Which is a real shame, since you would think that the success of remote recording during the ongoing pandemic would allow for more disabled (and especially immunocompromised) actors getting cast. 

Many would argue that I am perhaps being hypocritical here. If I am saying that disabled voice actors can play able-bodied roles, then why can’t able-bodied people play disabled roles? This is perhaps a fair question, but from my perspective, disabled people are fully aware of what it is like to be able-bodied. Many of us are already forced to act as if we are, or have had to experience going from being able-bodied to being disabled. So where as disabled people absolutely have the life experience needed to play non-disabled roles, able-bodied people do not. 

This isn't to say that there has never been any examples of non-disabled people playing disabled characters well! Eun-bin Park as Woo Young-Woo in the Korean Courtroom Drama “Extraordinary Attorney Woo” springs to mind. Her performance as the Autistic Woo was incredibly well researched and prepared for. She took great care to talk to real-life autistic people to play the role as authentically as possible. However, this is an exception, not a rule. The majority of able-bodied actors are not willing to put in the same level of time and effort that Eun-bin has.  Equally, Disabled people should still be able to speak for themselves, and not have able-bodied people control the entire narrative. 

An argument is often made that Disabled People do not have enough experience to play lead roles. However, how are actors meant to get this experience if they are not even being cast to play themselves? And surely Lexi once again stands as an example of how someone with no experience in Voice Acting or Dubbing can give award worthy performances?

It is perhaps especially sad that no Hard of Hearing actors have been cast in “A Sign of Affection”, since it would have been the perfect dub to start out on. Due to trauma related to how her voice sounds to others, Yuki has an entirely internalised monologue. This means that the actor playing her doesn't need to match any mouth flaps. This makes things much easier for those new to dubbing, as it allows them to focus on just their acting rather than the more technical side of things. 

Where as some might argue that Yuki’s internal monologue means that it would be ridiculous to cast a person with a Deaf Accent. Ignoring the obvious fact that Yuki may very well have a Deaf Accent in her internal monologue, and that it's down to Hearing People to learn to understand those accents, many d/Deaf people do not even have that accent! Not all d/Deaf folks are born without hearing, many lose it later in life and so maintain their original accents. Equally, not all d/Deaf people are completely without hearing, hence the term “Hard of Hearing”. They might still have full hearing in one ear, or have cochlear implants to improve their overall hearing before it gets to the point of complete loss. Not to mention the increasing effectiveness of regular hearing aids. Whilst naturally a person who has partial hearing is going to have a different lived experience to someone who was born without hearing like Yuki, they would still have far more in common with the character than an Able-bodied actor would. 

It would simply appear that Dub Directors like Jason Lord are simply not willing to put the effort in to find Disabled Talent. But we are out there! We’re working hard and making moves. We’re doing everything that able bodied actors are doing, backwards and with wheels. There are over 350,000 d/Deaf people living in Texas, I am certain at least one of them has a passion and talent for acting. 

So please. Let the Blind Samurai be voiced by a Visually Impaired Person. Let the Robot Armed Star Fighter be played by a person with a prosthetic. Let the sweet deaf girl who is falling in love and discovering the world for the first time through her own hard work and the support of her friends as it becomes accessible to her for the first time, be played by someone who knows exactly what that feels like. 

I do not want to have to write another post like this when the next series with a Disabled Protagonist is announced. I want to be allowed to join in with your celebrations, and not to left looking in through the window as I sit on my scooter in the cold wet rain. Once again refused entry to the party because of the elaborate staircase built by able-bodied people.

[iloveyoulinpeckettcomic]

TIPS on drawing BIPOC ocs!

Soooo I recently did a collab with another webcomic creator, if you have seem my last post you know what one : ))

as soon as I saw the wonderful artwork I received I noticed something that felt off to me, it's lin's skintone.

This is my Oc Lin Peckett (main character of my comic I Love you Lin peckett)

I never specified her ethnicity (which is my fault on my part) I thought people might know by her looks that she's a POC. specifically she is black/Mexican mixed (I believe blaxican is the term used sometimes)

here are some examples of people I based her off of aesthetically

they are all people of color, share similar skin tone and hair as her. these images are good inspiration to use!

these women in these pictures are all women who are black/Mexican

I used the eye dropper tool to pick 3 different shades of color for comparison, notice how multiple shades are similar to her skintone

lin has tan skin thats more on the lighter side, sometimes her skin tone changed depending on the lighting but her main color is tan. she has lots of warmer tones compared to cooler tones, so keep it more on the yellow side than red/pink compared to other skintones. you can see a difference between the top and middle one than to the bottom one.

here are some white women to compare lin's skintone to

notice how some are similar to her skin, you might think ok so she's white NOPE, look a second time and notice how the color that matched best with her are the parts of these women's faces that are shaded or shadowed. using these women are not good references and if you notice most of them have more pinker tones, lin has warm toned skin.

heres two pieces of artwork I received recently of my oc lin, (both by wonderfully talented creators I'm grateful to get art from) but notice how bluedragon's artwork is the same as lin's. that's because she used an art programs best friend

the eye dropper tool!

this thingy?

it's literally in every single art program ever created, yes even mspaint

use it if you're not sure what skintone to use on a character!

but back to that drawing, you can see a big difference between the two pieces the one on the left by bluedragon is accurate. and the one on the right is by mk-wizard which has lin is very light skin. which is just not correct lol

so let's use are little friend again (the eye dropper tool) to recolor lin with the skintone used in mk-wizard's artwork. as you can tell it's a BIG difference! lin would be a unseasoned piece of chicken if I colored her like this lol (get it …chicken.. HA)

so my final notes to this long post is, please study the character you are drawing a bit more, ask questions. I know this artist isn't whitewashing lin purposely it's an honest mistake that could be anything from different computer monitors showing up different tones? or them being inexperienced drawing POC? which you have all the time in the world to keep studying while drawing! it's okay to make mistakes and learn from them : )))

also this isn't a "callout post" or anything negative towards the artist, this is simply some advice not just for them but for every artist.

I hope this helped in any way possible? and if I missed anything or made any mistakes pls educate me more on drawing BIPOC! I love to hear advice <3 anyways have a good day and drink some water bye~

[starssecret]

Y/N! These are my designs for Y/N to create a sense of continuity lol so I can still use some descriptive words lol

Hey! I have more information out now about them and their partners!

I’ve nicknamed Y/N after what pet names they’re called. So it wouldn’t get repetitive with Y/N and I’m taking these to be as Gender neutral as possible. But there are only so many names T~T

left to right- top to bottom:

Starshine and Sunshine for Classic

Buns and Hunny for Underswap

Doll and Prince/ss for underfell

Darling and Angel for Swapfell

Lamb and Sugar for Horrortale

Boba and Cocoa for FellSwapGold

under the cut for more!

In a perfect world- I would have a more feminine and a masculine one. But unfortunately I am but one person and 24 designs is a lot T~T so I went for smth androgynous. Though- I wish I could do all of them with hairstyles in both feminine, Masculine, and in both white and poc hair. I have such cute ideas T~T but again- time lol (feel free to ask what they are tho lol)

I tried my hardest to make these match the skelly of choice best I could lol, they're at least color picked lol. And these are supposed to be them like, within the first while of reseting underground. So what they look like for majority of the story. Though I think some of them need a bit of explanation lol (Like the horrors)

And actually, I had done what was at the time, my sona, long time ago in outfits pretty close though mine were a bit feminine to be nuetral. So I actually had some designs in mind when I started! And the nicknames are based on ones I already had in mind lol. So technically Skelly matches Y/N not the other way around lol.

I'm also making these with the assumption they live in Snowdin and it is cold. So that's why it's all pretty covering.

Ok now onto the individual commentary lol

UT:

But ok having matching space names with Meteorite is so cute is it not??? And obviously you're his little starshine <3. I love that I got to incorporate the fluff from his hoodie strings with the earmuffs. I think thats cute <3 and I almost made them pink lol, but to match I went with that grey lol

Sunshine's also a good one, because I think to match up, or even keep up with Rocket you got to be pretty upbeat lol, so Sunshine fits perfectly, and still vaguely matches lol. The outfit is also pretty solid! Still color block

US:

Buns <3 I think Buns and Lucky match pretty well, since Buns is close to and/or short for Bunny, and Rabits foot being Lucky- pretty close match! (Also if you use Bunny, Lucky, Bee, and Hunny, they all almost rhyme lol) But another sporty type! Or again at least upbeat! So a kind of joggers outfit so they don't freeze lol, tho Buns seems like an airy kind of person tbh, so light clothes above ground lol

Hunny and Bee just made so much sense lol, almost a no brainer. Even better, Bee is a super domestic type, so he would so call his S/O Hunny, idk why I chose to spell it Hunny, but I did and it stuck lol. I also love the parka for Hunny, I know the more obvious choice would be for doll, but I think it works well for Hunny and Bee's cozy vibe <3

UF:

Doll- this is one of the names I know is a bit feminine, but idk what else to really use? Shadow is the type to call you 'Doll, Sweetheart, ect' but Sweetheart didn't seem like a good nickname, so I went Doll. And with Doll's design I'm still a little ehhhh on, but it needs to be gender neutral so it's what I got lol. Originally Doll had an off the shoulder sweater, with the same knitting's pattern down the front, so I had to bring up the neckline lol. But in turn I did give Doll thumb holes in the sweater so like only their fingers show through the top of the sleeve cuff <3 Oh and the collar is to match a head cannon that I like about collars in fell culture showing that someone is taking care of the person wearing it. S/O would be given one quickly to help keep them safe.

Prince/ss was another one that was little difficult, but I think the slash fixes it- at least imo if y'all think otherwise lemme know lol. But Knight is very chivalrous and formal lol, so only the fanciest nicknames for his beloved <3. The outfit was easy though lol, with the general characterization I have for Prince/ss, being that overtime underground they become confident and capable to handle themselves with training under Knight, something bold and kind of aggressive was right for them. Prince/ss has a collar for the same reason Doll does.

SF:

Darling~ easy name choice, something sweet and classy lol matches Chardonnay just right lol, maybe not in theme, but in style. Their outfit was a little more difficult to do so it was different enough from Chardonnay but still matches, and is gender neutral lol. But I settled for tying the jacket in a knot at the waist. If I wasn't jsut doing half bodies rn- I might of made them a small top big pants lol, but also cold lol Darling has a fancy collar lol, Chardonnay is big into jewelry, so obviously he only gives the best lol, it's also got silver and some metal in it to match him lol.

Angel was also a pretty easy name, Silver thinks very highly of his S/O and that they're much better than he deserves, so Angel was a fitting name. Now their outfit was also pretty easy- but I do have some story with it lol. So I've mentioned Silver's underground issues, in the skelly intro post. So underground he's pretty distant underground, doesn't even really believe you're there. So it causes a little heartache, and you're mostly assisted by Chardonnay (who is happy to help the person who got his brother clean at one point-) Angel does have a collar but you can't quite see it, but it's a small thin black one from Chardonnay.

HT:

Now with Lamb things get funky lol, the name was pretty easy, it's not my favorite one, but I think it works lol. But they're already so torn up??? The way I'm setting HT is that they get in some trouble on the way back to the HT bros house, and with Lamb finding Pumpkin quickly they get out better than Sugar. Still scarred but not as bad.

Sugar however was not as lucky- it took Sugar longer to find Muffin, though they did find Muffin first as both brothers were out that day. And Sugar got into more trouble for longer and lost an eye. (Just an aside- but any hairstyle with Sugar has the hair pulled back on the side with the good eye so they can see as much as they can) Sugar's name is cute tho <3 Muffin- even tho being affected by the 'food' is still very sweet, and will still call you sweet things <3 and obviously food is very important to the HT bros so its a high compliment too lol

FSG:

Boba- this one took forever name wise, I thought about smth like Champagne for awhile, but thought it was too many wine names lol. I also tried bubbles or bubbly to reference Champagne but it never worked. I thought about coffee or things like juice, but settle on Boba, like Boba tea, so all the FSG people have drink themed names lol. Outfit was easier though lol, Long overcoat to keep warm, and basic black shirt and dress pants to be formal but still neutral.

Cocoa was an easy name, I thought of it one day and it stuck so hard lol, and it's so cute along side Coffee Bean <3 Outfit I saw while looking for an outfit for Boba and went Oh!!! Cocoa outfit!!! lol It matches Coffee super well too I think <3

Whew! All the Y/N's done! Again feel free to ask questions about their story, personality, ect! Though I hope to make posts about it, these posts take a long time lol (I might roll them out based on AU to make it easier lol) But happy to have these done and out there! :D

[aib-detectives]

Fragments pt. 1

Getting deeper into things now. Tyrus has issues, and these issues are trying desperately to compound one on top of the other. My co-author and I have tried to do as much research as we can about experiences etc for a POC character, but our funds/access is limited at the moment. Feedback is appreciated, but if you can't be an adult about it, you'll be blocked. Trigger warnings for substance abuse, abuse, and adoption. Story begins after the jump

Tyrus scanned the notebook where he had written his notes from the library as he navigated through the MCU cubicles to Catherine’s office without paying too much attention to the route or the fact that her door was closed. With a thunk, he ran into it head first and rubbed his forehead, looking up in dismay.

He shook off the fog from focusing on his notes and knocked on the door. The library had been stressful, but that was fine. He would process all of that later. Either way, Catherine was probably not in a meeting yet, so he wanted to get this out of the way. The team had thought it’d take more time, but circumstances had changed and he had to report that as well.

A faint voice called through the door.

“Come in.”

Catherine was at her desk, paperwork in front of her a computer monitor casting a slight glow on her face. She was clearly still getting spun up and trying to get something resembling actual work done. The team hadn’t exactly been leaving her alone either, having each taken the time to come hassle her. 

Everyone appeared to be managing their respective duties right now, and Catherine was taking this as an opportunity to get caught up as much as she could on the general situation in Dallas. James was doing what he could to help everyone adjust, in between resting as much as they could let him get away with, given the Council had insisted he return to work. Molly, Maria, and Xiaolian were working on a new ward schematic to trap La Lechuza. And Tyrus had just gotten back from his trip to find more information.

“I’m back, and with everything, we need to do the tracking spell.” He smiled at her, visibly pleased, though his smile was a small one, as if uncertain if it was even meant to be on his face. “I should have any information we need on this creature now.” He added.

The biggest thing they needed was a way to track the monster and a way to defeat it. They were still going over the information they already had, the victim’s locations, and what they could find to pinpoint a hunting ground, at least. So far, it seemed like most of them were downtown, at least, according to the map James had made up with his team, but fresh eyes were always welcome on these things.

“Oh? That didn’t take long,” Catherine observed, glancing at the clock on her desk. At this morning’s briefing, they had discussed that today was the day that Tyrus was going access to the Cahokia library, and Lily, her friend who had agreed to introduce him to the librarians, hadn’t thought they’d get much farther than asking for access today. Cahokia was very strict with who was and wasn't allowed to access it, holding a good deal of knowledge that had been lost to the mundanes over time, about tribal culture.

“A tracking spell will be helpful…and it might give Molly and Xialian something to do besides fight,” Tyrus said. There was a great deal of animosity between the two spacetime experts, and it wasn’t something anyone wanted a front-row seat to. Thankfully, the two had kept the arguing out of meetings, but anytime the two needed to work one-on-one, it quickly devolved into a shouting match.

“Ah.” Tyrus then stammered as he tried to think of the best way to put it. “It turns out I’m eligible for permanent access, including to parts of the closed archives.” He played with his braid as he spoke and shifted slightly where he stood, unsure how to handle the situation.

“But…you said you weren’t eligible?” Catherine asked, the confusion was obvious in her voice. The team had just needed access to the library, not this. They didn’t need yet another complicated thing to get dropped in their laps like whatever this was. “I mean, that’s good, right? Having access?” She asked again. Most of them had assumed Tyrus was some sort of Arabic, Middle Eastern, or Southeast Asian heritage. He and Molly had similar skin tones, though not the same, and she was from the fae equivalent of Southeast Asian. That didn’t equate to permanent access to Cahokia, though. Access to the permanent archives was only open to those whose tribal relation could be verified, and no one knew exactly how Cahokia did that. It was a closely guarded secret, but it had never failed.

Tyrus met her eyes with a weak smile, clearly shaken. “It’s good. I just…didn’t think I was eligible. Apparently my birth parents were Odawa, according to their device.” He answered.

[snippychicke]

Aftermath--Chapter One

Summary:

Raymond Chestnut gets a harsh surprise when he realizes the body in his living room isn't actually dead. Now he has a severely injured white man, who tried to kill him, to deal with. Thankfully he knows a friend who might be able to help.

Lorelei was used to people coming to her for medical attention. But when Raymond brings Otto to her home, nothing could prepare for how her life was about to change.

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Well, if you followed me like... 3-4 years ago, you may remember I was quite into the Swedes from The Umbrella Academy...

I never got over them to be honest.

So here we are, I am proving my screen name yet again with a rewrite of an old story! That I never finished! But hey, my writing skill have definitely improved.

For those unfamiliar, go watch season 2 of the Umbrella Academy. The blonde assassins? Those were the boys that inspired the rise of ol' Ikea Mafia Fam. As well as the following story in which a white woman born in the 80's tries to write the perspective of a poc woman in the 60s. (and prays she is not being offensive in any way and begs forgiveness if she is.)

Also:

Herb did not, in fact, take away the dead body of the Swede Assassin. 

It was still laying in Raymond's living room, long after everyone else had disappeared in flashes of blue lights. Wrapped tightly in the rug his sister had gifted him and Allison on their wedding day. 

Silent. 

Foreboding. 

Raymond watched the unmoving figure as he sipped at his scotch. There was no way in hell he could move it by himself. And who could he trust to ask for help to move it? 

To move him, Raymond reminded himself harshly. It wasn't an it, it was a ‘him.’ That was a human body resting in his living room. 

Who, admittedly,  had tried to kill him and Allison. But still, Raymond could at least acknowledge him as a fellow human. After all, Raymond had tried so hard to be the respectful and peaceful man his grandmother raised him to be. Even when faced with the violence because of his involvement with the protests, or being unfairly treated time after time because of racism, he never raised so much as a hand to another human being. 

He shouldn't try to deny another man his humanity, even if he was a dead would-be murderer. 

But he was still stuck with a dead white man in his living room. It didn't matter that the man and his brother had forced their way into their home (his home, now that Allison was gone, but he didn't want to deal with that heartache on top of everything) with intent to kill both of them. 

All the law would see was a white man dead in a colored man's house. 

He would go to prison… No. He was going to be lynched for this. Old-fashioned hung from a tree for the whole city to see. 

Raymond tipped the rest of the scotch back and poured another full glass as the liquid burned its way to his stomach. All of his work, gone. He had abandoned his education and teaching position so he could do his part for the Civil Rights movement. He had hoped he could do some good.

And instead, he had made things worse. 

It was probably a good thing Allison had…left to be with her family. It was comforting to know she was safe and alive somewhere somewhen. A small, cold, comfort, but a comfort nonetheless. 

His lips touched the glass for another swig when he heard it. A noise so soft and quiet he was sure he had imagined it. Still, it made him freeze, his body tense as he held his breath, eyes darting to the rug. 

No. The man was dead. It had been hours since the attack. There was no way he could be somehow still alive. 

Raymond shook his head, deciding it was probably just the house settling, and shot back the drink once more, feeling the burn in his throat match the burn of his eyes. His whole life had just ended. It wouldn't be long before he would join…

His somber thoughts were cut off by another sound, this one unmistakable. 

A groan of pain. 

Raymond startled and jumped to his feet, throwing his glass out of reflex towards the body, which grunted as the glass bounced off the rug and shattered on the floor. He grabbed a butterknife off the table and held it towards the body; the cutlery shaking in his hand as he stared at the body. 

But there was only silence. For what felt like hours, Raymond stood frozen yet mentally daring it to do something. Anything. If it did, he would… he would…

The rug moved as another groan cut through the heavy silence. There was no doubting the haggard breathing and muffled moan of pain that quickly increased in both volume and frequency. Raymond cursed every foul word his grandmother would've washed his mouth out for and ran back to the kitchen to grab an actual knife. The long thick butcher’s knife his wife had used so skillfully once upon a time. 

He pushed that thought away and stalked back to the living room, gripping the wooden handle tightly in his shaking hand. Raymond towered over the rug, knife poised to strike where he assumed the man’s chest was. He had to do something swift. Otherwise…

Otherwise what? He was already a deadman walking. 

The knife clattered harmlessly to the floor as Raymond regained his senses. He was going to die either way, but wouldn't it be better to die innocent than guilty? Not just for his soul, but for the Civil Rights movement? His brother and sisters? 

Raymond dropped to his knees and desperately undid the knots he and Allison had tied, allowing the rug to fall open. The man's face was no longer placid with death, but grimacing in pain, pale lips pursed as he sucked in haggard breaths.  Blood was caked dry around the remains of his right eye, dark purple and black bruises colored his neck, while the rest of his skin was as pale as his blond hair. 

"Hey, uh buddy," Raymond said as he placed a hand on his shoulder, earning a painful grunt that caused him to yank his hand away. "Right. Sorry. Let's… let's get you to a hospital." Except questions would be asked, and Raymond would definitely be arrested. 

But… what if there was a chance he could avoid that? Someone that could help him and the man before him. 

"Actually, on second thought..." 

~❖~

Lorelei groaned as she fell into the old couch, slipping off her shoes and rubbing the ache from her feet. The third twelve-hour shift in a row at the hospital had left the young nurse sore and exhausted. This week had been crazy between the street shooting and the asylum patients escaping.

Then there was the man found in the woods. She grimaced at the memory of being briefed by the operating room's recovery nurse as she was assigned to John Doe for the rest of her shift because the white nurse had been overwhelmed and needed help (nevermind the black's unit had been just as understaffed before they had dragged her away). Even though the nurse had rattled off the injuries--including the traumatic amputation of his leg-- seeing the young man as white as the sheets, covered in bandages, left her heart sore. 

Dr. Wilson and his team had done their best, but they all had their doubts. No one knew how long the man had been in the woods, wounded. It had been a miracle he hadn't bled to death. But there had been plenty of time for sepsis to set in.

Lorelei's eyes were starting to drift shut when somebody desperately knocked at the front door; hard and frantic enough to rattle the glass panes of the windows. Her eyes shot back open and she jumped up out of instinct, her heart thundering in her chest as she stumbled around the coffee table to open the door. 

She knew it was going to be an emergency, knew that she should expect anything, but yet she wasn't prepared for Raymond Chestnut to be standing on her old porch, a man nearly twice his size leaning heavily on him with an ill-fitting tan suit covered in blood.   

A very pale, very white man.

"What the hell?" she started, automatically shifting to the white man's side, having to lift his arm to sling it over her shoulder to help support his weight. 

People coming to her was no surprise. It was normal for her the way people in their neighborhood would knock on her door for help, ranging from childhood bumps and bruises, injuries from teenagers getting into fights, and other emergencies. 

But that was from people in their neighborhood-- which was very much a black community. And while she was about as white-passing as they could get-- barely passing the paper-bag test most days--her skin was still far darker than the man she helped Raymond half-drag inside. 

Her stomach curdled at the wounds she saw, though the bloody mess of an eye was probably the worst. One slight touch to the unconscious man's cheek and he snarled as he shifted away, his other eye fluttering beneath its closed eyelid. "Shit. We need to get him to a hospital, Ray!"

"I know!" he hissed back, keeping his voice low despite the fact the door was closed and no one else in the old two-story house but them. "But can you imagine me pulling in the ER with him like this? I'd be lynched by dawn!" 

"What even happened?" She asked, noticing the darkening bruise around his neck. Without hesitating  she quickly undid the silk tie and ripped the white shirt open. There was no mistaking the shadowing of hand-prints that wrapped around his neck. Obviously not an accident, but if Raymond got in a fight, and one serious enough to do this kind of damage, why would he bring the man here?

Nevermind that Raymond was as pacifistic as it got, and she couldn't see him doing this. Hell, even if Raymond was fighting for his life, she doubted he could cause this kind of damage.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said with a dry tone, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Hell, I barely believe it, and I lived through it."

She shot him a look, "I worked in the ER on a full moon on Halloween this year. Try me."

Before he could begin, however, she stood and quickly disappeared into the kitchen. Raymond could hear the faucet running as she rummaged through drawers, and within a minute she was back with a basin of water and more than a few washcloths. "Well?" She snipped as she soaked a washcloth and wrung it out before starting to work on the caked blood around his eye, making the man hiss and flinch but not wake up. 

"Him and his brother came to my house and attacked Ally and I. Allison did that," he gestured to the eye covered by a washcloth, "before telling his brother to kill him. Which I certainly thought he did when he strangled him, but…obviously not. So, here we are."

Lorelei paused and looked at him, confused and sure Raymond was lying to her. In fact, she was about to call out bullshit when she noticed the solemn look on his face. Raymond was a poor liar, and there was no way he could lie about something like this when he could barely keep a straight face about who had stolen the collards out of her abysmal attempt at a garden.

Yet there was nothing but complete honesty when he met her gaze, making her swear under her breath. 

Allison, while always a bit different and headstrong for sure, was still a lady. Lorelei had a hard time seeing the hairdresser stabbing someone. Granted, being attacked in her own home would make anyone lash out.

But the attempted strangulation? And she told the man’s brother to do so, and then he apparently followed through with her command? How? Why?

As perplexing as the mystery was, right now it didn't matter. She had a patient to tend to, the ‘hows’ and ‘whys’ did really matter. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and shifted to stand. "Come on, let's get him back in your car and get him to the hospital.  We can say we found him on my doorstep like this. Dr. Cahoy is working tonight, and..."

The man's hand suddenly shot up and gripped Lorelei's wrist tightly, making her freeze and Raymond tense. The man's other eye was open and staring hard at her, the soft blue somehow violent. "No," he said, his voice hoarse and barely a whisper.

"No?" She repeated, incredulous. "I can't treat the trauma to that eye. We need to take you to the hospital."

"No," he repeated, his hand tightening slightly, his fingers easily encompassing her small wrist. For a moment, Lorelei feared he would pop her wrist out of joint. Yet after a brief moment his grip relaxed, though he didn't let go. 

"You do realize you could lose your eye," Lorelei started, mentally adding 'if you haven't already.' The bloody mess concealed most of the damage, but she feared the worst already. Eyes couldn’t take a lot of damage before becoming blind, or needing to be removed. And, well, this one had been rather severely damaged.

The man stayed silent, his gaze not leaving hers. There wasn't an ounce of fear or worry in his expression. Just stubbornness and acceptance. "Fine," she sighed, giving in. "But in return for my services, you have to promise not to go after Ray and Allie, okay? Or any negro for that matter."

That was a big bluff for her to take, trying to demand that a white man make her a promise? Yet instead of being incensed, his gaze glanced briefly at Raymond before his eye fluttered close and he let go of her in apparent agreement. 

Lorelei stood, rubbing her wrist as she mulled her options. This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. White men could get the care they need at the drop of a hat. They could get quality care no matter where they went. She needed to save her stores for those not so fortunate. 

Yet something in her gut was leading her towards an idea that there was something was not quite right with the situation beyond the obvious. He only said one word, but there was a definite accent to it, and not one she was familiar with either. Her gut was telling her that she had to help him, and not just dump him off at the nearest ER. 

"Ray, start boiling some water.  Grab the pack of gauze and gloves under the sink too."

Raymond didn't ask any questions but nodded his head and followed her directions. Lorelei sighed as she touched the man's shoulder, making him crack open his good eye once more. "I'm serious here,” she continued softly yet firm. “I am not a doctor. I can do my best, but I doubt I can do anything to save your eye. You need a hospital."

"No," he repeated, though this time softer. Almost apologetic, as if he understood the moral quandary he was putting her through. Which, sympathy from a white man was just about as unbelievable as the rest of this.  

She pushed the thought away. "Do you have any plans to hurt Ray or Allie?"

"...no." he closed his eye, becoming stoic but not before she saw a flash of something. Anguish? Regret? Or just pain? 

"I'm holding you to that.” She didn’t much care about herself, but she wanted to protect her old friend and his wife. “Now, give me a name I can call you-- I don't need to be your real one," she continued as he looked at her strangely. "I just need a name you'll answer to."

"...Otto." That time she caught the accent but still didn't have an idea of where. Definitely not any of the local American drawls. Maybe that was why he was so much kinder than the usual white.  

"Well, Otto, I'm Lorelei,” she returned with a tight smile. “And this is probably going to hurt like a son of a bitch."

[ravenlking]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 finally, i get my own happily ever after. because the words written on your wrist...is my name

gender-neutral warnings: - spoilers for cater and trey's ceremonial robe vignettes genre: angst + fluff a/n: - the cameos are back!! - pictures don't belong to me, they go to their original owners! - please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃

"And Cater," Riddle turned to face the jovial senior. The dorm leader was perched atop his throne, a hand gripping the documents while the other was holding onto his scepter of power. "You're free for today. You may be excused."

Nodding, Cater walked away, ignoring the pleading looks of the poor seconds years who stirred Riddle's ire. Although, he had to admit that Riddle was right in punishing them. Honestly, who thought playing golf indoors was a good idea?

Cater Diamond sighs as he throws himself onto his bed. At last, he was free of anything school-related, free of the strange, whimsical rules of Heartlsabyul - here, in his room, he was absolutely free! Smiling, he rolled around until his hand grasped the familiar shape of his phone and began scrolling through Magicam. Bright, colorful pictures from his online friends, followers, and idols assaulted his eyes as he winced, turning down his brightness. He quickly resumed his routine, scrolling, liking, scrolling, liking, until he reached the end of the latest posts.

"Hmm," He wondered aloud,"I wonder what my friends are doing!" He tapped on a friend of his's Magicam account and scrolled through their latest post. Raven King just posted a picture of her wrist and herself at a cafe; the caption reading: "I don't need a soulmate when I have macarons and coffee! :D #soulmate #HappyForeverAlone #FictionalMenOverRealMen"

Cater let out a scoff under his breath. Soulmates, how dare she carelessly dismiss them. At least, she still had a chance of having a soulmate. At least, Raven got her chance of falling in love someday! He couldn't make out the ebony-black writing underneath Magicam's blurred out editing, but he knew that Raven had a soulmate somewhere out there, waiting for her.

Cater threw his phone to the side before looking at his wrists. Although he knew it was hopeless, some part of his soul desperately cried out for the smallest of blessings from some deity above.

Soulmates; someone destined to match with your soul, like two puzzle pieces reuniting to form a beautiful image. Someone who understands you like no other, loves you as if you were a treasure they spent lives searching for, someone who will always be there for you - Cater Diamond has been dreaming of someone like that ever since he heard of such a person. He's been waiting for his own happily ever after - so why didn't the deity above gift it to him?

What has he done to earn their ire? Why does it have to be him who suffers?

From young, Cater has already lost more friends than he could count because of the constant moving. He's lost his source of happiness and joy in his childhood because he knows that sometimes it's best to clam up and not spent hours on a friendship which won't even last a year.

Why does it have to be him who loses his soulmate too?

Everyone on Magicam has theirs already. Not a day goes by without a new couple uniting with their other half or aesthetically-pleasing date pictures being posted with sugary-sweet smiles and so much love in their eyes. Cater couldn't help the hurting pang! in his heart (or was it his soul) whenever he saw them.

"Ahh," Cater laughs depressingly to himself. "I've dived too deep down the rabbit hole of depression again!"

He flung the bedsheets off him before setting aside his phone. Just scrolling through it would only remind him of all the sadness that he wants to avoid. Maybe looking at the sunset would do him good. His view from Heartslabyul wasn't too shabby, in fact, he had a glorious window view of the sunset over the pocket dimension of Heartslabyul from his balcony!

The sun was just setting over the edges of the dimension, painting the sky in streaks of bright orange and coloring the fluffy clouds in pinks. He could faintly make out the shape of the crescent moon that has begun to peak out.

It has been a while since he was able to put away all technology and social media for a peaceful sunset like this. All his filters and editing were nothing compared to the nature-beauty of the natural sunset.

Something quick, the color of pure snow, flashed across the night sky. Cater stood at attention, emerald eyes tracking it. A shooting star, symbolizing new dreams and wishes to be granted. But this early? It hasn't even been seven yet. He had seen so many people post about how their wishes were miraculously granted after wishing upon a star. Maybe he should try? If not, he'll just laugh it off. He had nothing to lose anyways. Cater clasped his hands and squeezed his eyes shut.

Please, he prayed. Grant me my soulmate. I don't know what I did to stir your ire, but please forgive me. I promise to love them with all my heart and soul. I promise to make their days nothing but filled with light and joy.

He cracked open an eye. The night sky was barren of the shooting star. Whether it heard him or not doesn't matter. Cater's hands slumped to his sides. It was getting late, he should try sleeping a bit. Maybe it would do his unhealthy brain some good. He turned on his heel and walked back.

"Hehe, Cater sweetheart, don't you know that we save the best for last?"

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

Cater Diamond is pleased when the Ceremony ends. He has had a rough time "spawning" copies of himself to paint half the roses in the Rose Garden red. As per the Queen of Heart's rules, to greet newcomers, the roses have to be white and red. Nothing else and the same sentiment was carried out by the fearsome dorm leader of Heartslabyul, Riddle Rosehearts. He was sad that he wasn't able to attend the majority of the Opening Ceremony (seeing the fearful looks on his juniors' face was perfect for future jokes) and playing "Guess the Dorm!" with Trey was always delightful.

He sighed, leaning against one of the multiple hedges grown with much painstaking care from Heartslabyul students. Their efforts were not in vain; Cater could see how the hedge was positively brimming with life.

Finally, peace and quiet. The Unbirthday Party held in honor of the new students from Heartslabyul was delightful as always, but as much as Trey's cooking is delicious, Cater could not stand the sweetness of the tarts. They were aesthetically-beautiful, as expected from the son of a professional baker family, but Cater's poor tongue cried from the sugary sweet taste of each bite. Thankfully, he was able to be excused quickly enough and sought out the Rose Maze for a safe haven.

"Now, let's see," Cater beamed as he took out his phone, quickly tapping on the Magicam app. There was no time to waste! His make-up was perfect, the Rose Maze was a beautiful backdrop, and the sunset was gorgeous! What better moment to take a picture than right now?

As he motioned to take a picture, raising his hand to get the perfect angle, his Ceremonial robes' sleeves slid downwards and Cater's emerald eyes widened drastically. There, written as clear as day, was a name. But not any old name - it was the name of his soulmate.

"No way," He breathed out, shoving his phone into his pocket and reading the name aloud. "Y/N L/N, I've never heard of this name before!"

Pushing off from the hedges, Cater dashed out of the maze. There was no time like the present, he must find his soulmate! He has had enough years of waiting; Y/N L/N, I'll find you soon enough!

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

You felt yourself being glomped from behind, making you stumble forward. You heard the headmaster, Crowley was his name?, let out a shout of surprise before it was masked by the thankful mumbles and squeals from the man hugging you.

"Um, sir?" You gently pried off the hands from around your waist but kept them in yours as you whirled around. You met eyes with a tall senior with bright orange hair, donned in the same strange robes as your own. His emerald eyes were overwhelming with glistening tears as he stared at your wrists.

You followed his line of sight to meet bold ebony-black writing on your arm.

"What on earth?" You gaped at the words on your wrist. As far as you knew, you never got a tattoo! You were sure of it! Why was everything happening so weirdly; first you woke up almost being boiled alive by some strange tanuki and now this-

"Sir, please explain!" You desperately looked at Crowley, who had his jaw dropped and golden eyes widened beneath his mask. "Sir??"

The man in front of you laughed before pulling back his own sleeve to reveal your own name imprinted on his, written in the exact same font. He grinned cheerfully at you and somehow, you got the feeling that this man was going to be the sole owner of your heart, soul, and mind. Something about him felt so warm, so safe, like a little place to go when you feel weak to be re-charge.

"The name's Cater!" He gave you a little peace symbol before popping a kiss on your wrist, where his name was written.

"But you, my little soulmate, may call me Cray-Cray, as in cray-cray about you~"

You laughed as you got swept away by the man's charms.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

Somewhere, far away from Night Raven College, a girl with ebony-black hair and violet eyes sighed as she switched off her phone, the last app on it being Magicam. She took a make-up cleanser and wipped away the illegible scribbles on her wrist. Her mission was complete, she should leave now. She had stirred the feelings needed within Cater in order to find you, and the happy couple was on their way now. But once again, Raven had no feelings, no desires to leave. In fact, she desperately wanted to cling to the magic of this world she loved oh so much. Couldn't she stay, just for a longer time? Her wrist-watch beeped as her time here came to a close.

Raven let out a painful sigh before taking one last bite of her macarons and drank the last of her coffee. Sliding the madols underneath her empty coffee cup, Raven took one last look around the happy ambiance of the cafe. Her heart sunk at the prospect of leaving, but her mind won in the end. Raven reluctantly tapped her feet, disappearing in a wave of purple. Similar to a certain dragon fae's magic, the only thing left of Raven was purple butterflies who slowly flew out of the chamber, leaving no trace of the girl.

A short woman with deep green hair came out of the kitchen, pushing an empty trolley. She moved the table where the girl with ebony-black hair once sat and quickly wiped the table clean for the next customers. She smiled as she held up the little note she left behind.

"Thank you for the delicious treats and warm hospitality, Mrs. and Mr. Clover! I hope to return to your bakery soon."

~ R.L.K