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doki-doki-imagines · 2 years ago

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Kitsune!Michael Kaiser x AFAB reader

TW: Smut with really little plot, religious themes, dom!Kaiser, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, scent kink, Kaiser wants you to carry his baby LOL

author notes: I didn’t want to write smut anymore and here I am with this one. I also did a damn mood board I can’t even recognize myself anymore. It’s all Michael’s fault. Hope that I will get him out of my system with this one and finally write something else for the other fandoms LOL (and if possible not smut). Anyway it's 2k words of smut, hope you'll enojoy it.

It was an old habit you got from your granny-

“Every month visit the temple we have behind our house, cook some strawberry delicacy and the God of the mountain will protect you.”

Now, it’s not like you fully believed your granny's words, a lovely woman, but that kind soul believed a little too much in rituals.

But you know? Why not try? It was also a good way to improve your cooking skill and jog in the forest.

Every time you bring to the little shrine the food you made you get heart palpitation, the luck to live near such a wonderful forest. It is a small one, and rarely people jogged there, so you often found yourself alone or with some fawns passing by, the gentle wind caressing your face; truly relaxing.

Now it is a habit of yours, every afternoon you would bring to the temple a new strawberry delicacy. Too bad that winter came, and strawberries are nowhere to be found.

“Well, I suppose the God of the mountain will have to accept an orange delicacy this time!”

Imagine the surprise when the next day, near the plate you set near the shrine you found a ticket, made with some expensive paper, the words on it still make you tremble-

“I hate oranges, bring me something better.”

So there was for real a mountain God! You always thought the animals were the ones eating your food- “No, it’s impossible” you try to regain your composure. There is no God, it must have been some dumb kid passing by that wanted to play some cheap trick. Muscles still twitching for the fear you ran back home, not spending more than a minute there, and not noticing a pair of blue eyes following your every step from behind a bush.

The next time you visit the temple it is January, exactly one month from the last time you visited the shrine and you bring the same exact delicacy as last time.

“Can’t you read? I told you last time that I hate oranges!”

The plate falls on the ground with a thud, it isn’t broken, but for sure the food you made is now spoiled. But what surprised you so much?

A guy of breathtaking beauty sits on top of the shrine, he has sharp features, his deep blue eyes adorned by a delicate shade of red eyeshadow, the same color of his lips, plump and soft, you could tell it from afar. He has blonde hair, ruffled and all over the place, but you noticed the tips to be blue, the same shade as his eyes and you can only think about how much you would pay to brush his fingers in between his gold and sapphire tresses.

“Hey! Are you deaf? Reply back human!” He stands up, and you can’t not notice how tall he is, how broad are his shoulder and how fit he looks.

And then you also see the fangs and the nine white tails waving left and right from anger.

“I-Is this a dream?” don’t wake me up “Who are you?”

“I’m the God of the Mountains. Call me Kaiser.”

You nod, a loud gulp breaks the silence between you two.

“I’m so sorry, I thought some dumb kid left the note and-“

“Shut up, I don’t care about your excuses! I protect you and this is how you show your gratitude? With this disgusting-“Did he just throw at you the food you made? “oranges!?”

“When have you ever protected me you asshole! Never seen you around!” You shout back, trying to clean your chest; what a waste of good food.

“Maybe when I got rid of that stalker that was following you anywhere? Or when that brute of your colleague tried to punch you?”

A flash. Now you understand why all of a sudden that strange guy stopped following you, it hasn’t been going on for a long time so in the end you just thought you had similar routines. And that jerk of your colleague? You were sure he was going to punch you, but in the end didn’t, you thought he just cleared his mind and decided to let go.

“Oh I didn’t think-“

“Yeah, you don’t look like someone that has ever done that.”

Okay, this God is as much good-looking as he is irritating, but honestly, you don’t feel like angering the God even more so you let go.

“I’m so sorry for my attitude. What can I do to make it up to you?”

It must have been your trembling irises, your pupils were already blown wide, your chest slowly rising, up and down, and now pushing on his hard and broad one, faces mere centimeters apart, that gave the God an idea; a delicious idea.

“On your knees”

“W-What, umpf-“

Kaiser pushed you down and was now untying the know that kept his white linen robe in place.

“Be a faithful worshiper and pleasure your God”

At that moment you see his erect cock, such a pure white with two veins on the sides and the tip so engorged and so red, a mouth-watering contrast. You don’t complain and start by leaving kisses on his tip, they never linger, the heath subsiding immediately, never giving the pleasure the God wants to receive.

“Brat, take it”

Kaiser grips your hair and pushes in, the intrusion makes you choke, but the vibration just makes him want to abuse your throat more. You try to suck as good as you can, but you are not used to such a girth, saliva slips from the corner of your mouth, while his hands keep a steady grip on your hair, your scalp hurts, but even more your throat now that your nose brushes the blonde curls of his pelvis. You put your right hand on his hips, trying to set the rhythm yourself while the other massage the heavy balls that keep slapping on your chin.

“Yes like that, I know that you had it in you, whore”

He keeps abusing your mouth, and since you can’t still his hip you decide to use your hand where you can’t reach his length, finally relieving your sore throat.

“Look at you, squeezing your thighs together-“ finally a moan escape his mouth “you can’t wait to have me in you, mh?”

He is right, if he can stretch your mouth so much you can only imagine how deliciously he can stretch your tight pussy.

“Now darling-“ Kaiser pull out, your saliva still connect your lips to his cherry-red tip “pull out your tongue and hands, your God here is gonna bless you”

And he does, with a few strokes, his dick twitch and white hot cum cover your tongue and your open palms.

What can you do other than gulping down and licking your fingers clean? By the look on the deity’s face, you followed the right path.

“You are my fave kind of worshiper” He licks his lips and looks at you with a wicked spark in his eyes “lay down, you need to get ready”

You can’t even start to follow his order, that Kaiser already manhandled you on the ground, tearing your leggings with a swift motion, it would be a lie to say that he didn’t excite you immeasurably.

“Fuck, you don’t even wear panties? You really wanted to be railed in the mountains, bitch” His forefinger caress up and down your outer lips “Hold on me, it’s for your own good.” So you hold his biceps, while the other grip the cold ground.

It’s the last warning before his middle and forefinger start to abuse your wet core, scissoring, and curling against your spongy walls, you can’t help but let out heavy breaths in between broken whines. The God is brutal, doing this more for his pleasure, your drooling cunt must be a signal of how good he is, rather than your own.

“C’mon darling, touch your clit, it’s screaming for your help” He licks the shell of your ear, while one hand massages one of your breasts still covered by various layers of clothes.

You start to circle your clit, trying to follow the brutal peace of his fingers, but you are way too out of your mind to do that, your hips jerking totally off the peace.

You cum, your loud moan eaten by the blonde deity, his hot tongue sucking and licking yours, tasting himself on you, slapping your pussy every time you tried to escape from his mouth.

“So fucking wet, I bet anyone can understand what we are doing, fuck-“ Kaiser licks his fingers clean “delicious, better than everything you ever cooked” he pops them out from his mouth, and sit up, now in between your legs, holding your ankles and spreading you impossibly wide.

A devious laugh reverberates in the forest “Look at your cunt, squeezing nothing, it’s screaming to be fucked dumb by me, right?”

The shame finally overcomes you, this God is the nastiest being you have ever met. So you shake your head, a sigh escaping your mouth.

“Tsk, after all we’ve done you act all shy now? Just say it. Just say you want to be fucked up by me, a God”

You look at the deity, he pulled your legs down, still spread wide, but at least in a more comfortable position, his ears stand up and his tails too, his face is tinted red, and his plush lips are red and swollen; he would look so pure, if going down, you didn’t notice his throbbing cock against his stomach, in need for attention too.

Maybe you just want to be fucked dumb after all.

You finally nod and the God let out a laughter more similar to the one of a hyena than one from kitsunes.

“I knew you wanted this too.” He lifts again your legs now leaning on his shoulder, his hands planted on your sides, and bullies his cock in, a slight pain makes you shiver, but it is nothing compared to the pleasure his girth gives you.

“Fuck, you take me so well darling” His thrusts are restless like his fingers were, the loud claps of his hips against your plush ass fog your mind even more, while he couldn’t stop watching your tits, still bound but still jumping up and down thanks to his powerful thrusts.

“You fuck me so good- Kaiser!” That must awaken something in him, the deity looks at you, pupils so wide that the deep blue can be barely seen and then you see them, the fangs, getting sharper with each thrust.

“Say it again”

“K-Kaiser! Fuckfuck-“ You can only blabber, your hand now gripping his blond locks, pulling a few hair for every cruel roll of his hip, while his hand let your leg go, locking instead with your hand, still tightening on the ground.

“You want to be filled with my pups mh? Get all swollen with my cum-” His fangs get near your neck, your scent intoxicating his brain, each thrust now off peace.

“Yes, fill me! Fuck-“ You reach your apex, your glands releasing such a sweet scent that the deity has to restrain every fiber of his body not to mark you forever as his.

“Fuck take it all, I want you f-“ The God couldn’t finish, the mere thought made him cum, filling your cunt to the brim. His eyes roll back, the bitchiest moan slips from his open lips, and his tails flex to the sky, probably in tune with the roll of his toes.

After a few heavy breaths, the deity pulls out, and you feel his hot cum slipping down your core, wetting your ass together with your own wetness. He is still in front of you to notice that and push his cum back him, with the same two fingers that stretched you before.

“Don’t make anything slip. This is holy cum, it would be a sin to waste it.” Then he lays down next to you.

“Come again next week, don’t make me wait another month. And bring strawberries, next time we’ll eat them together.”

It is an order, and with your mind still fogged by bliss you can only nod, now hugging his warm body in this cold winter afternoon.

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cheynovak · 11 months ago

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Forbidden Hearts

Soldier Boy x F/Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Alcohol, Family trauma, abuse,

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 6500

*Does not follow The Boys storyline!*

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Y/N and Ben (Soldier boy) both grew up in South Philly. Ben’s father took an interest in Y/N’s mother a few years after her father died. By the time they made their relationship public both you and Ben were young teens. As young kids you two saw each other as siblings but the more time they spend time together, the more Ben noticed his feelings weren’t normal sibling love. But what happens when Y/N reaches the age where her mother wants to find a good husband for her only daughter.

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“Really mom? Again?” Young Y/N wined, “I don’t like Benjamin, can’t I go play outside?” Your mother sighs. “Y/N first off, Benjamin and his father are our guests, we welcome them like a proper host. And secondly a young respectable woman like yourself doesn’t run around or play in the streets.”

Your mom was firm. “Now get upstairs and put on the pink dress Sheila picked out for you. Sheila was your servant, a beautiful young girl, barley even a woman, but she was the only real friend Y/N had. Sheila and her mother have been in this house as long as you can remember.

But when your dad died, the money influx stopped, and your mom had to let go of a servant. Sheila was cheaper and so she could stay but work a few more hours. She was always nice to Y/N, she even made an outfit with pants so you could go play outside, and mother would never notice the mutt or grass stains on her good dresses.

By the time Benjamin and his father arrived you and your mother waited in the grand hall to greet her guests. This wasn’t the first time you saw Ben, two years ago she met him on one of his father’s parties, remembering him as a little annoying snob, a bully. She didn’t know her mother had been writing and receiving letters from his father over the past year.

The boy you met then had changed into a young man, Benjamin was a little over a year older than you, he turned 15 last week and starting to grow into his body, made him look like a handsome young man, but in Y/N’s eyes he was just an annoying teenager.

You really didn’t want him here and the look on Ben’s face was exactly the same as yours, bored. His father gave him an elbow to his shoulder, urging him to greet you properly.

Benjamin’s dad made his visits weekly, which means you had to endure the young boy in your house, while listening to boring talk from the adults. Every few minutes your mother would correct your posture. God you hated that. One time she made a comment that made Ben laugh, you hated that even more.

“Ma-am? Pardon me, but it’s nice weather outside, perhaps miss Y/N could show the young Benjamin the garden?” Sheila interfered. Trying to safe both of you being bored this entire afternoon. “I like that idea.” his dad answered, making it impossible for you mother to decline. Sheila winked at you.

You showed Ben the large garden and the treehouse your father made for you right before he died. The second he left his father the young boy changed. The stiffness in his shoulders disappeared, he even started to talk to her. Pretty soon they found out they had a lot more in common.

Both lost the parent that cared the most for them. She found out Ben was in boarding school and that he only came home on the weekends. Which were now occupied with weekly visits to you and your mother.

Luckily the treehouse became a safe place for the youngster to hang out or hide out from their parents. His father was considered a well-respected man by society, so he showed his interested in your mother by doing what a man should, courting her, for months. Until the public eye would have forgotten both were once married and have grieved long enough.

“Does you mom always make you wear those ruffled dresses?” He asked while lying on the ground in the treehouse next to you, shoulder to shoulder looking at the sky via the opening in the ceiling. Watching the clouds drift by.

“Uhu, A like a proper lady should.” She mocked her mother. Ben let out a sharp breath “You, a proper lady, not in a million years.” - “What do you mean?” She looked shocked. “You want to be a free little birdy. Go where the wind takes you.” You look at him not knowing where that came from.

He lifted your skirt right above your knee. Which made you flinch and push his hand away. “Your knees are covered in bruises.” he added seeing your discomfort. “I’m sure a proper lady doesn’t go out and play rougher games outside.”

“Well, I think that is a ridicules rule.” Y/N blushed “Amen.” He preached while winking. Y/N really liked it when he did that, such a small gesture but it gave you a warm feeling.

“Aren’t you bored being he every weekend?” You asked while placing your back against the wooden floor again. “Nah, this is better than being home with my old man. He doesn’t know yet, but the school is going to call him.” - “Again? That’s twice over this year I known you.” you looked at him. “Why this time?”

“Some punk hit me. I hit back.” He answered like it was the most normal thing to do. “And why did he hit you?” Ben smirked before he turned his face to you. “I may or may not have kissed his girlfriend.” - “BENJAMIN!” that reaction made him laugh, crossing his arms over his stomach.

“You don’t do that!” you said like you were his mother, completely in shock. “Oh come on Y/N, this is a safe place, right? What good is our friendship if I can’t tell you things like that.” You felt your cheeks heat up. “Friendship?” she asked shy.

“Yeah, I mean, you’re nothing like al the girly girls I know. I like hanging around you, you have a ‘no drama vibe’. Doesn’t that make us friends, Birdy?” - “I guess so, you’re not as horrible to hang out with like I thought.”

“Oh, wow thanks! Most girl even like to hang out with me.” he bumped her shoulder. “Till they get to know you.” She joked. “Wow, jeez thanks!” You bumped his shoulder back. “Being friends means tough love.”

“Benjamin! We’re leaving!” you hear his father yell. “That time again.” He said lifting on to his elbow towards you. He looked through the cut-out window “I’m coming father!” he responded. “Well, see you next weekend, Birdy.” He said looking down at her, almost hovering over her.

Y/N’s heart dropped, she looked into his green eyes. He’s never been this close to your face. “Eh yeah, next weekend.” you said almost in a whisper. Ben jumped over you to crawl out of the treehouse. You still lay down on the ground, feeling the heat in her cheeks rise. Taking a deep breath before walking out after him.

During diner your mother started yet another awkward situation, “Y/N darling, what do you and Benjamin do all afternoon in that child house?” She didn’t lift her eyes of her plate and neither did you. “Treehouse mother, and we talk.” She raised her eyebrow, you noticed. “About school, our grades, hobbies, you know, stuff” she continued. “Hm... stuff.”

She thought for a second, “You know that young Benjamin is turning into a man.” Y/N looked up from her plate. “And a young man creates certain... desires around this age.” Oh no, not this talk you thought, while feeling your cheeks blush again.

“And you being younger and a woman, may not feel the same desires as him, as you shouldn’t. So, it’s important you don’t give him the wrong impression.” Her eyes looked at yours. “I’m trying to say, you should know that a woman needs to be pure when she marries a man.”

“Mom! Please stop! Ben never... I never. It’s nothing like that, he never tried anything, he is my friend!” Y/N took a deep breath, calming her nerves. “We’re just friends. You can stop this...talk.” She nodded slow, “I just noticed the time you two spend together.”

You look back at your plate. “Well, I though, it would please you knowing I’m trying to be friends with the son of the man that’s courting you for over a year now. I mean, I believe we might see each other more often.” She smiled her well practise fake smile.

September 1936

Not only Ben’s birthday month but also the day your mother and his father came out as an item and engaged. And to celebrate they want to throw a party on Saturday the 20th... The day after Ben’s birthday, the day he could celebrate his 17th birthday with his family.

You watched your mother clinging on to your stepfather to be. Flashing her ring to every woman she sees. It made your stomach turn. In the corner of your eye you see Ben, with the same disgusted look on his face. Poor Ben, he turned 17 yesterday and how did his father welcomed him home that day? By telling he is engaged.

You saw him taking a little silver bottle out of his pocket and pouring the liquid in his orange juice. Your feet automatically walked towards him. “This was supposed to be your day.” You whisper in his ear before giving him a small welcome hug. You could see his beard coming through. Seeing his freckles, his skin, his lips moved slightly into a smile when your greeted him.

You don’t know when he started to change, but over the last year, Ben’s slim childish figure had morphed into a man, he looked similar to his old man, clearly inherited his broad shoulders, full beard and hair colour, but Ben grew slightly taller this last year.

Although he looked a lot like his father, his eyes were his mother’s, the hard green eyes may fool someone who doesn’t know him. Making him looking firm and tough, but if you looked closer you could see the softness and caring behind them.

He was no longer a young boy, no, Ben looked like a man. And yes, I will admit it to myself, but never to him, he looks really good. “Quite the party.” He sighs before looking you up and down. “Did your mother chose this dress?” Y/n’s eyes grew big “No I did, why?” you ask looking at your body wondering if you made the wrong choice.

“I thought so, you clearly have a better taste.” He winked at her. “Well, I hope I’ll have better taste in men as well.” You let those words slip without thinking, your eyes look in an instant at Ben. “I’m so sorr..” Without any emotion he interferes your apology. “Yeah, hope so too.”

Poor Ben, you heard his stories over the last two years about his dad, at first thinking he couldn’t be that bad. But when you saw him one weekend with multiple bruises on his back, you had no choice but to believe him. Normally he would just break Ben down mentally but sometime when he got drunk or really angry, his belt came off.

“Ben?” - “Hm?” - ”With all this going on, I didn't have the chance yet to give you your birthday present.” His eyes grew wide looking down at you. “Follow me?” you said with a mischievous smile.

Ben looked around while you grabbed his hand and ran to the backyard. Noticing your mother seeing the two of you sneak out. Without thinking you climbed up to the treehouse. Ben followed right behind you, looking once over to the party, seeing your mother staring at him though the window.

He grinned before climbing up.

She really hated the fact that her perfect daughter was so close to him, he had been thrown out of school, again. She really hoped his influence wouldn't affect her little girl. Or worse.

“I’m really getting too big for this.” he said while climbing through the hole in the floor. Y/N chuckled soft “Need a hand?” - “yeah!” you pulled him up, accidently pulling him closer than needed. Your laugh softly faded away when roaming his face that towered over you.

The treehouse was dark part from the soft lighting coming from the main house through the cracks. The yellow light fell perfectly on his golden skin. His eyes even warmer than before. Thank the heavens he couldn’t see the heat on your face.

“What was it you wanted to show me?” His voice sounded deep, still holding her hands in his. “Show yo... Oh yeah, right.” you chuckle again, only this time it sounded more nervous. Ben regretted the second you let go of his hands, taking all the warmth with you. “Happy Birthday, I hope you like it.”

Ben opened the packaging, his eyes blinked fast. “I notice you read the same Agatha Christie story over and over so I figured you might like a new one. So, you know, you can at least change once in a while.”

Ben didn’t answer, he just stared at the book in his hands. Which made you nervous and started to talk. “I hope you don’t have this one yet? The lady at the bookstore told me it was the new one, or you know at least from last year. But it is supposed to be really good.”

Before you could say more, he pulled you into a hug. Leaving you frozen, Ben never hugged, he tapped your shoulder or knee, gave an elbow, shoulder or wink. But a hug, never. “You really know me.” He said trying to sound neutral while he felt emotional.

The last person who gave him a book, the book he kept reading was his mother, she loved the Poirot thrillers. Sharing it with her son. And she was the only person who ever really understood him, knew him. Y/N unknowingly reminded him of his mom. “I’m glad you like it.” you whisper against his shoulder. “I love it, it’s perfect.”

He slowly let’s go of you, but his eyes were still lingering on your face, like he was looking for something. Ben slowly moved down, kissing your cheek. You closed your eyes, while taking a deep breath, clenching your fingers around his arm. You had no idea if it was his amazing smell or the kiss, but something made you lightheaded.

His lips felt soft and lingered just a little too long on your skin. “Thank you.” he said again. “Ben...” he looked at you. What are you going to say Y/N, you thought to yourself. You’re welcome? Don't stop? Kiss me? You managed to snap out of it. “Maybe we should get back.”

You could see the sadness, disappointment in his eyes. “I think you right.” He said while letting go. “Ladies first.” he pointed his hands to the opening in the floor. The two of you walked back in silence. Hands every so often brush against each other.

Almost a year had been passed, and the parents decided to move in together, since his father had a nicer house, read: a house that had been taken care of over the years, your mother decided to move to his place. Much against the disliking of Y/N. She had to leave the house her father bought.

Ben had been thrown out of school again, making it hard on his father to find another school that wanted to take him. “I really don’t know what to do with you son.” he had said. “You’re so far behind no other school wants to take you on.”

“Perhaps sir, I can lend him my books after school, so that he doesn’t get behind on school knowledge and he can join next semester?” Both men looked at you with big eyes. “I wouldn’t mind tutoring him. Keeps me busy with my schoolwork as well.” You turn to your mother.

“What do you think love?” Oh god, you hated it he called you mother that. “As long as your schoolwork gets done properly, I don’t mind.” Y/N smiled softly at Ben who shook his head softly displeased.

“Right, that’s settled.” You mother added, “Oh and Y/N darling. Don’t forget to go to the debutant practise? It’s only in a couple of months darling. If we want to find a proper suiter, we need to get you ready. You're 16. The time is right.” You answered with a smile that looked like you had a toothache. “Of course, mother.”

Ben saw the tears in your eyes well up. You never thought that after your father died, she wanted to continue the tradition. Besides it was the father’s job to walk his daughter down the stairs, to present his daughter.

You hear a soft knock on the door. “Mind if I come in?” Ben asked leaning in the door.

“If it makes you feel better, I have to go too.” He sat down next to you on your bed. “Well, ... you’ll have 20 women on each hand, trying to get your attention. I’m the weird freak who does nothing but study.” He placed himself on his back, his hand under his head. “I’m sure there are plenty suiters.”

Y/N fell back next to him, turning your head to him. Making it touch his elbow. “And what if no one ask me to dance?” His broad smile appeared “Then I’ll find you.”- “You?” - “Yeah” - “That will be the talk of the town.” you giggled making Ben smile genuine.

Months gone by, the night of the debutant ball came closer. Your mother made sure it would be a night to remember, Ben’s father had agreed to walk you and he arranged that, Jonathan the son of a colleague would take over the first dance.

You both practised together, he seemed nice and interested. On the last rehearsal he saw you and Ben talk. “Hitting on my girl Benny boy?” -” Just a friendly conversation, johnny boy” he mocked his voice.

“Listen buddy, you might want to hit on everything with a skirt on, but this one is mine.” Y/n looked shocked. “Excuse me?” - “Y/N isn’t yours pal, you might want to take it down a notch.” - “Or what?” he took a step forward. “Forgot how I rearranged your face last year buddy? Don’t mind doing it again.” Ben stood toe to toe with Jonathan.

“Ben, Jonathan, stop it!” Both guys looked at you, standing almost in between them. “Act like gentlemen please!” To your surprise Ben listened, “But don’t worry Johnny, I'm not going after your girl. Stacy is my date. He waved at the hot girl a crossed the room. Who had no idea how to act.

“Who is Stacy?” you asked Jonathan after Ben left. “I used to date her, but Ben who said to be my friend kissed her. I hit him, he hit me. You know.” - “That was you?!” Jonathan looked not understanding her. “Ben told me a long time ago.”

The more you spent time with Jonathan the more you could see why he was a nice decent guy. You even started to hope he would like you enough to get to know you better.

The night of the debutant ball

Y/N was extremely nervous that morning, while she promised Ben to help him pack his things she had to rush to prepare her own bag. Making the mistake of taking the wrong bag to the fitting room. Each girl had their own small space to prepare. It was more like a shower curtain box than a room, but it would work.

Y/N noticed she had taken Ben’s bag with her instead of her make-up and hair supplies. Shit! She thought to herself. Y/N popped her head out of the curtain when she heard Ben’s voice. “Ben, Ben, Ben! Over here!” She yelled.

He left the group of guys behind and ran over to you. “What’s up? Need a hand with the zipper?” he joked. “No...” She thought for a second, “Actually yes that too, but you have my bag.” You pointed to the bag in hand before disappearing back behind the curtain.

Ben followed behind it making sure it was closed. You checked the bag making sure your make up was inside. “Thank god.” Y/N sighs. Ben noticed she was still in her silk robe. “Need me to come back for the dress?” - ”Just, turn around for a minute.”

As he did, he noticed his cheeks getting warmer. While his mind zoomed out to the idea that she was probably completely naked behind him. Only a few inches away, if he took a step back his back would touch hers.

“Ok you can turn.” He moved her hair aside to close all the buttons on her back. Starting at her lower back up to her shoulders. His hands shook which made it difficult to close them. When she turned back around, he couldn’t contain gaze.

Ben saw this beautiful white ball gown, her waist snatched in all the right places, her cleavage slightly shown, just enough for a young man to dream how she would look without the dress on. He had seen her change into a young woman over the year, this was one of the few times he actually looked at her.

“What do you think?” you asked nervous. “Eh, you look... nice.” He forced a smile. Feeling an idiot. His answer made you unsure of the choice of dress. “I look ridiculous, don’t I?” He saw the nerves in your eyes. “What? No, no! I’m just not used to you in this... I meant wow, beautiful.” He smiled sincere blushing.

“I-I I got to go.” Ben said while rushing out behind the curtain. Y/N followed him and held him back by his arm. You kissed his cheek. “Thanks, good luck.” - “You too.” He smiled, when he turned, he saw Jonathan who looked displeased at what he had witnessed. Making Ben grin even more.

As he wanted to pass him by, he bumped his shoulder to him. “What were you doing in her room?” Jonathan hissed. ”None of your business Johnny boy.” Ben almost sang.

The moment was there, Ben’s dad held your hand that was lying on top of his. “Ready?” he asked. “As I’ll ever be.” Y/N breathed out. The moment the young girls were introduced on the top of the stairs they could look into to crowed. But most of all they would see their partners lined up down the stairs.

You immediately notice Jonathan wasn’t in his place. Making you search nervously into the crowed. Ben noticed you were stressed, as he was standing almost last in line. He knew how heartbroken you would have been if his dad had to leave you with all the girl who couldn’t find a partner.

So, he did what he had promised, making sure you would have a dance. He moved up front right before his dad and you took the last step.

You had seen him rush to the front seeing him for the first time in a black tuxedo complete with a bowtie and his hair combed back. Compared to the other boys he really could pull this look off. “What are you doing Benjamin?” His father asked, but he didn’t answer, he just smiled at you. “Thank you.” you mouthed, looking grateful.

Unfortunately, this meant that Stacy had no partner to welcome her down the stairs, which made Ben look extremely bad with the other parents. Making him once again a bad match for the most eligible families.

The opening dance began, “You do know you blew your changes this year, again.” You said while Ben placed his hand under your shoulders, guiding you over the dance floor. “What do you mean?” - “Every parent knew the couples. You leave the most popular, most desired girl standing alone.”

“Most desired family to marry into maybe.” He looked over to the ‘loner’ table. “I couldn’t have you sitting there, this dress needs to be seen tonight. You need to be seen.” - “What a compliment, charmer.” you blushed “Did it work?” He asked with a flirty tone, just a little too close to your face.

Ben couldn’t stop looking at her, he had seen her dress and what it did for her body but know she had done her hair and make-up she was truly transformed into a beautiful young woman. Her lips had a soft reddish look, not tacky like some other girls here, no, a deeper colour than what she already naturally had.

It reminded him of the colour she had on a winter’s day, when they took a walk in the park. He remembered that day because he couldn’t stop looking at her lips when she kept talking about some school project. He wanted to shut her up by pushing his lips on to hers.

Her eyes shined under the lights of the room. Again, just using whatever she had and enhanced her natural beauty. Ben couldn’t stop staring, wondering why he never noticed. Or did he?

The music faded out. The couples were now free to choose another partner in case they wanted to meet someone else. Ben held her hand, fiddling on her glove. “Do you want me to...” He nodded to the girls sitting on the side of the dance floor.

“May I be selfish and have one more dance?” You asked shy. Not ready to leave his strong arms already. Really liking how easy being with him felt. Besides that, Ben was a really good dancer, compared to what you had seen in practise, he never stood on your toes once.

After a moment of silence Ben spoke. “Do you like one of these guys?” Your head tilted. “I mean, do you see one of these men being your... husband, one day?” His question took you by surprise. “Eh, not that I know, why?”

He grinned “Want to get out of here?” You were shocked “Ben we can’t!” - “Oh come on, this is all one big charade. Tell me honestly you like this and we’ll stay.” You try to protest. “You’ve been dancing with me for the past 5 songs. I’m bored, you’re bored. Let’s go.”

Although Y/N was always the playing by the rules kind of girl she did follow him. He whistled for a taxi, driving you to your old house. “What are we doing here?” You whispered while Ben opened the gate to the garden.

Your old house had stood empty for a long time, only being sold just last week. “Remember this?” He asked when he stopped in front of the treehouse. “Ladies first.” He held out his hand, helping you up the steps. Leaving your high heels, coat and gloves on the grass.

You heard a scratching sound, noticing your dress ripped under your arm, all the way down to your hip. Ben struggled to get through the hole in the floor, once he got up the stairs, he saw you looking at the broken dress. “Ha, couldn’t wait for me to get up here to undress did ya.” He joked.

“This isn’t funny Ben! Do you have any idea how expensive it was? Mom is going to kill me!” He shook his head while turning you to him so he could take a look. He noticed you weren’t wearing anything underneath the corset looking top, showing a lot of skin. “Here.” He took of his jacket throwing it over your shoulders, covering you.

Ben took the old blanket they hide up there and placed it on the wooden floor underneath the opening in the ceiling. He sat down, tapping the place next to him before he laid back. One arm under his head while his other rested on his stomach.

Y/N crawled next to him. “I missed this.” you sigh content. Ben looked over to you, watching you looking at the stars above them. “Yeah, me too.” After a long comfortable silence, you turn to him.

“Ben? Can I ask you something?” - “Sure, anything.” - “Do you feel ready for all of this... courting, dating, marriage... You know life.” He thought about that for a second. “Maybe if I find the right one. But no girl out there at that stupid ball is going to change anything.”

“How about you, you honestly think one of those guys is going to make you happy?” - “I don’t know... maybe.” - ”Really?!” He lifted himself a little, to take a better look at you. “I mean if someone would give me a chance.” shocked of his reaction.

“You do realise it is them that should be glad to even get a chance with you right? Not the other way around.” You didn’t understand what he meant. “Those losers don’t deserve you Y/N. All they want is a-a housewife, someone who has no life of her own. Just serving her husband.” - “I know.”

“Oh come on birdy, that’s not you! I knew from the second we spoke you were a free spirit, I won’t let any man bind you to a golden cage.” - “That is not up to you Ben! What if I want it like that! Normal.” - “You don’t.” - “How do you know!”

Ben sat back up facing you, your voices a little louder than whispering, hearing the frustrations growing. “Because I know you. This is your mother talking!” - “Yeah, well,... maybe she is right.” - “Bullshit!” - “Benjamin!” - “No of real Y/N, stop thinking about her, what do you want!”

Y/N lifted herself on to her elbows looking at him.

“I want someone to love, someone who likes me. And if that means I need to change, I will.” Ben thought about that for a second. “And what if you don’t have to change?”

She wanted to protest but he held his hand up. He swiftly looked at her before he looked at his knees, his fingers fiddled with the laces of his shoes.

“What if, you find someone who thinks you’re an incredible, powerful, beautiful, smart woman. Who deserves the world.” Your heart bounced in your chest, unable to talk or think all you could do was look into Ben’s eyes. Wondering what he meant. “What?” you barely answered.

Ben’s hand moved to the back of your neck, before you could realise what he did you felt his lips on yours. Hearing your own heartbeat in your ears. Not knowing how to react. It wasn’t until he pulled back you realised you didn’t close your eyes, neither did you kiss him back.

Your fingers move to your lips, like you could retrace his kiss. You stare in his eyes, seeing the heat he carried with him. His face was still close to yours, his green eyes kept looking back at your open lips. Looking for an answer from you.

Ben let out a deep breath when your fingers found their way to the back of his head, you wanted to feel him again, his lips felt softer than you thought, never did you dream that your first kiss would be with him, but something felt just right.

Before realising you laid back against the floor, with Ben hovering over your body. The kiss slowly deepened, the noises, breaths that came out of him made your blood boil. You knew he had more ‘experience’ all though you never talked about it into every detail.

But for some reason your body knew how to react to his touch, one knee moved, so his body pulled in closer, feeling the warmth of him radiate on your skin.

When Ben’s lips moved to your neck, you arch your back. His hand moved over your ribs, feeling his fingertips slipping under his jacket that you still wore. Touching the skin that was shown through the rip in your dress.

Even that soft touch made you moan under your breath. Pulling him closer to you, your hands roamed over his broad shoulders, wanting, no needing to feel his body closer to you. His lips moved back to your lips, his tongue asking for permission to find yours.

Ben’s hand moved slowly down, caressing over your thigh to your knee, pulling the dress up so his hand disappeared underneath. Kneading your thigh just above the knee before moving up to your hip, kneading again.

But just when you realised this might be the moment, Ben pulled his hand back and placed his forehead against yours. Humming a deep breath. “What’s wrong?” Please don’t say you regret this. “Why are you... stopping?”

Ben opened his eyes, smiling. “You have no idea how long I wanted to do this.” he kissed your head. “Then why stop?” You asked biting your lip, feeling a little bold. “Everything has it’s time, Birdy.” Knowing he meant he knew you were inexperienced. ” I’m ready.” you mumbled against his lips before luring him down into another breath-taking kiss.

“Let’s just... enjoy this for a second ok.” you nodded in response. “I want your first time to be special, perfect.” he looked around “not in a treehouse on a wooden floor.” your hand moved through his hair before cubbing his cheek. He took your hand and kissed your wrist a couple of times before taking his place next to you again.

Pulling you into a hug, your head against his shirt.

Both you and Ben woke up by the sound of voices. Both of you had moved during the night. Ben still held you in his arms only his face snuggled against your neck. One arm under your head and neck holding his other hand that hung over your side, connecting in front of your breast.

“Ah mister Benjamin, good morning boy. I see you have company.” Both of you looked at the hole in the floor. Seeing a police officer’s head pop up. “Please come down here, now.” He said firm. While you both climbed down you hear him talk to the new owners of the house.

“Just two teenagers ma-am, nothing to worry about, we’ll make sure they get home and have the proper punishment.” While you both sat in the police car on your way home, the policeman turned to Ben.

“You’re lucky the young lady is with you boy, next time I catch you breaking in somewhere I'm locking you up. Seeing how proud daddy is of you he wouldn’t mind.” He turned to his colleague in the car. “I lost count how many times I had to bring this juvenile home. "

Once home your parents took you to separate rooms. Ben’s father lost his temper again. “Are you out of your mind boy! Do you realise what you did to her? The consequences? I had to move heaven and earth to convince Jonathan’s father to take her to that dance!

“Then where was he? He would have made her look like a fool.” - “No boy! YOU DID! You’re family!” “Like hell we are!” Ben’s father lifted his hand, making Ben quiet, knowing he might get a beating. “And like that wasn’t bad enough, you ran off and take advantage of her.” he continued.

Ben’s eyes widened, “I-I didn’t!’ His father hands pinched his cheeks, “So you’re a faggot know?” making him turn his face toward the mirror, seeing a soft lipstick stain on his lips. “Is that it, Benjamin? You like to dress up as a woman?”

If looks could kill.

“Let’s not start on the fact that her dress is ripped apart, like a goddamn animal touched her! I knew I had to keep an eye on you, but you, you are a disgrace to this family! You not only ruined your chance at finding a proper wife, you ruined hers on finding a man!”

“Stop pretending you care about her, or me!” He matched his tone, "Don’t talk to me like that boy! You are a shame to this family, to our name!”

You are a shame to this family, to our name! you heard his father yell. while your mother played the ‘I was so worried’ card. You sat silent in front of the mirror, while she let your hair down and brushed it. “Y/N, you need to tell us what he did.”

You didn’t answer, “Even if it makes you uncomfortable, we need to know, so we know how to punish Ben for doing so.” You didn’t answer, you just looked down at your hands. “Don’t worry honey, his father will find a way to get rid of him”

This made you look at her in the mirror. “I swear mother, he didn’t do anything.” -”Oh honey, you said that before, and I trusted you, but I clearly can’t trust you or that boy anymore!”

“No, I swear! He just saved me from the ball!” - “I’m sure that is what he wanted to make you believe. He saved you. Like he had saved countless, other, young woman in this town.” Her hands landed on your shoulder.

“He is a Casanova darling, we had complaints over the last few years of parents whose girls were tricked by him. Madly in love but he let them down. Just like he is playing you now.”

“No.” Your voice sounded weak, teary. “He is nothing like that mother, not to me.” You could see the pity in her eyes. “That boy turned for the worse I knew he liked girls, but i never thought him taking it this far."

"When his mother died, I had hoped to pick up her role but it’s clearly impossible.”

“He won’t change. And I won’t let him change you, you are a perfect daughter. And you will marry into a perfect family. I’ll make sure of it!”

That night was the last night both you and Ben had with the family. Your mother had demanded that you would join boarding school instead of Ben, to prepare you for the life to come. Asking the principal, you could stay over on the weekends and vacations.

A class no matter how old you were, you had to take the course for 4 years. To rehabilitate. Ben had to work with the lower working class. Earning his father’s thrust back. Knowing very well he would never redeem Ben.

End of part one. In the next part Ben and Y/N meet again, her coming home was not how he expected.

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secondratefiction · 10 months ago

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Hi there! Hope you’re doing well! Kicking that funeral services degree’s ass with any luck!! I was wondering if you would be up to writing a drabble for Jason or Tim (whoever you think fits the scenario best) as the boyfriend of a law student. Maybe where they’re living together and she’s just barely getting 3-5 hours of sleep a night while trying to study for finals, writing a full legal brief, practicing for oral arguments, getting ready for her summer associateship, and applying for moot court and law review. (Is this based on some poor law student’s real life? We may never know!) And just like her needing someone to be there and take care of her, but also her wanting to take care of him too even though she is very much Trying Her Best to Survive™? (Btw thank you so much for blessing us with batfam content galore, absolute ICON <3 )

Oh good lord… bless you and this ‘hypothetical’ poor law student. I know my degree is kicking my ass all across the state and back, so I can only imagine… They keep telling me the degrees are worth it… we’ll ride it out and see. Good vides, and better times love 💜

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Now I fully believe that Timmy would be wonderful at this in his own right… but every single thing about this request violently screams Jason Todd to me…

There are only so many hours and so many spoons in a day, and unfortunately a law degree takes up almost every single ounce of both of them

However, Jason has this innately ingrained need to take care of the people that matter to him, so this is exactly where he shines

He was always Alfred’s best protege, so the man cooks and cleans house like a pro. Not only that, but it’s something that he genuinely enjoys because they are simple and repetitive tasks that let zone out and go through the motions to decompress from his ‘other job’.

While he’s happy to take care of all of that and leave you to focus on the proverbial, ever-growing mountain of work you have - He’s not above making you stop to take a break.

It is not an uncommon occurrence for this man to literally close your laptop, throw you over his shoulder*, and haul you out to the kitchen table to sit down and have a meal with him.

((*I do not care what size you are, or what hang ups you might have about your weight, if this man can hold up a collapsing ceiling, he can carry you across y’alls apartment))

“Ok, I have physically seen you putting food and water into your body, you can go back to your cave now.”

This happens at least 2-3 times a week

He is concerned. Just humor him and let him love you.

Jason is 100% the type to be actively learning from anything you tell him

Some nights, when the insomnia and the nightmares decide to double team him, he’ll even sit up browsing through your textbooks just to try and understand everything you're doing more.

Tim get’s labeled the nerd of the family a lot, but really Jason would have been the family scholar if he’d had the chance

The second bedroom in your apartment is both your office and his library. That shit is floor to ceiling.

With that in mind he is always more than happy to be a sounding board when you need him to. Listen to what you’ve got, argue the other side if necessary

Dear god, just know what you’re getting into there… he lives for that kind of stuff, and he will come prepared. This is one of his all time favorite games, that comes second only to aggravating the living shit out of you (which, if he’s lucky, will be a bonus here)

95% of the time, Jason has got this, got you - focus on your school babe, I’ll take care of it… but that 5%? That bit where he’s not actually infallible? He so very desperately doesn’t want you to see that.

What you’re doing is important, and he doesn’t want the fact he had a rough night to be a distraction for you. This is where you enter a bit of a balancing act…

As much as you may want to put everything aside and take care of him, that is the fastest way to make him shut down.

Instead, grab a textbook and a highlighter. Go ‘make yourself some tea’ and pour him a mug too. Set everything up in the living room and drag him onto the couch with you.

Put his head in your lap, and just run your fingers through his hair while you do some reading.

Bonus points if you put a blanket over him

Poor baby is gonna melt in an instant and be out cold before you know it. Just keep playing with his hair and let him sleep.

And do not mention it if he is emotional when he wakes up… he’s never going to be good/get used to receiving love and affection. Do it anyway, and don’t make a big deal about it.

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weaveandwood · 8 months ago

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Writing Prompt - Gale hosts a camp cookout! Everyone has to bring something to the party. Ora gets very flustered watching him cooking, and one thing leads to another...

Anything for you my love! I wanted to have this done closer to the holiday on Monday but here we are.

NSFW Words: 1982 CN: Oral Sex Watching Gale cook was one of Ora’s favorite pastimes. The sharp focus he got when he was doing something he loved was so attractive. From the very beginning of their journey together she had found her eye drawn to him, but especially so when he was cooking - something about the way his forearm muscles flexed, the furrow of his brows, the precision in his cuts. Someone that exacting with food would surely be as exacting in other areas of their lives, a fact Ora found out first hand almost a tenday ago, when he confessed he loved her and proved his diligence to her pleasure almost every day since. His attention to detail, whether it was spell casting, cooking, or remembering the exact amount of freckles that were sprinkled across her hipbone was one of the traits about Gale she loved the most.

Now, with Ketheric Thorm out of the picture and Gale very obviously not blown up, he had suggested a celebration dinner where everyone would bring their own dish to the courtyard at the Last Light Inn and contribute to the meal before the party left on the road to Baldur’s Gate with the sunrise the next morning. Not one to relinquish complete control of the meal, he offered to cook the main dish, and claimed his usual prep spot in their campsite, leaving the others to find somewhere else to work on their contributions. Auroria walked up to Gale holding a loaf of bread that she managed to talk Jaheira out of.

“The best hunter in our party shows up with a loaf of bread?” He teased. “No matter, it will go perfectly with what I have planned,” he smiled and kissed her cheek as she pulled over a stool to keep him company while he cooked.

“I’ll have you know it took plenty of effort to get Jaheira to give up this loaf of bread. I’m positive the only reason she did was because we took out Ketheric. She also gave me this,” she smiled as she held up a bottle of wine, one of the better bottles housed in the basement of the Last Light Inn.

“Another thank you gift?” Gale asked, taking the bottle and looking at the label. “I’ve had this before, this is an excellent wine. Almost too good to be enjoyed at a party, better to be shared in more intimate surrounds,” he lowered his voice and winked - winked! - as he put the bottle under the table, obvious in his intention to take it back to his tent to drink alone with Ora later that night. After they finished whatever battle, scouting mission, or strategy session they had for the day, she loved spending wine-drunk evenings with him while he read to her, his warm voice making even the most academic of passages sound downright sinful, often leading to other sinful acts before the night was over.

As he resumed his culinary work, the rhythmic sounds of the knife hitting the cutting board took Auroria back to the thumping of the bed against the wall the previous night, when the two of them managed to secure one of the rare private quarters at the inn - the first thank you gift from Jaheira after defeating Ketheric and restoring Reithwin, breaking the Shadow Curse. After so many nights spent together in bedrolls on the hard ground, sharing a bed, a real bed, was revelatory. They had chased their first releases that night quickly, desperately, a confirmation of their survival, of defying the gods. A fire burned within her as she watched his elegant hands curve around the knife handle much in the same way they curved around the back of her neck whenever he kissed her deeply.

Why did he have to push his sleeves up like that? It was maddening how she couldn’t draw her gaze away from them or the tendons working in his hands as he grabbed a tomato. The way his hair fell forward into his face as he leaned over, slicing it - each slice precisely the same thickness. The way he bit his lip as he looked for the next ingredient needed. Was she standing too close to the fire? It was suddenly very hot in this area of the camp.

“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” He asked, catching her staring at him.

“Nothing appropriate,” she smiled. “Have you ever been told just how attractive you are when you cook?”

He chuckled, slicing an onion now. “Well, considering how my last relationship before you was with a goddess who didn’t require food, and then I was a hermit for over a year…no, no one has ever told me that.”

She stood up, brushing a strand of hair out of his face before leaning in to whisper into his ear. “Well, let me be the one to tell you that every time I watch you cook, I want to peel all your clothes off right then and there and give you as much attention as you give these vegetables.” She planted a kiss on his neck, knowing it drove him wild, confirmation coming in the form of a low groan. “And since we are the only two people in the camp right now, we should take advantage of it,” she said as she nipped his earlobe.

He set the knife down, kissing her. “As much as I want to take you to my tent and give you every attention, there’s still some prep to do before we are supposed to reconvene at the Last Light Inn, my love. I promise to leave you doubly satisfied before you sleep tonight.”

“You always do, and I will hold you to that,” she laughed. “But I said I wanted to give you all the attention, remember?” She kissed him again and pressed her body against his, feeling his growing desire for her. She reached between them, her hand rubbing his growing erection through his pants.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers. She felt him gasp against her as she reached inside his waistband, under his undergarments and felt him, growing harder as her fingertips brushed over him.

He broke the kiss and looked at her, a hint of nervousness on his face. “Out here, Ora? What if someone comes back to camp?”

She kissed his neck again, smiling against it. “You are Gale of Waterdeep, I have utter faith that you would figure something out,” she smiled as she unbuttoned the front of his pants and loosened the laces on his briefs, enough to keep him covered but grant his hardness enough freedom for her to wrap her hand around it. His sharp intake of breath encouraged her and she started slowly stroking him, feeling him grow even harder in her hand. “I would have you right here, but I know you value privacy, and your tent is just over there,” she whispered. “Maybe you can take just a short break?”

“Gods, Ora, you will be the death of me. But I will die a happy man.” He kissed her and took her hand, putting aside his current duty and leading her to his tent, lowering the flap behind them.

He put his hands on her hips and kissed her deeply. Her hands wrapped around his back, pulling them closer together. He reached between them for the bottom of her shirt, his hands running under the hem, against the soft skin of her stomach.

“Take it off,” he whispered.

Auroria nodded, pulling off her shirt, leaving her in only her bralette, much to Gale’s dismay. When they stole time together at the end of the day she never wore anything under her shirts. He ran his fingers along the edge of the embroidered fabric, dipping just barely inside it to feel the even softer skin of her breast. His other hand drifted down, rubbing her over the fabric of her leggings. A soft moan escaped her lips.

“Gale, I’m supposed to be giving you the attention, remember?” She laughed, her knees almost buckling from the friction between her legs and the way he was looking at her, a man starving. Like he hadn’t feasted from her the night previous, like they hadn’t spent the morning in each others arms, bringing each other into relaxed bliss as the sun rose. She reached between them, unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. Gods, she thought, admiring his chest, running her hands over it.

“You’re so perfect,” she whispered, kissing down his neck, over the orb marking, down his chest. “Now, take off your pants, my love.” She smiled as he gladly acquiesced, standing naked before her as she lowered herself onto her knees in front of him. She looked up at him as she wrapped her hand around him again, hearing him gasp as she stroked, his fingertips resting on her shoulders for balance.

“Let me touch you,” he whispered. It was still difficult for him to accept receiving pleasure with no expectation of anything in return, no matter how many times she told him she enjoyed it as much as he did. She looked up at him, making eye contact as she flattened her tongue, licking the length of his hardness before taking just the tip in her mouth.

She thought he might fall over. His eyes darkened with lust and he moaned loudly. His hands went to her hair, tangling in it as she took him farther into his mouth, sucking softly. One of her hands traced up his thigh, feeling the muscles underneath his gorgeous skin before settling on his hip.

“That feels so good,” he said, watching her intently, his hips starting to rock in tandem with her hand and mouth, making her take him deeper. She hummed against him, loving the feeling of him against her tongue. She stroked him from base to tip, her mouth following, drawing new and louder sounds out of him. She was suddenly glad they were the only ones at camp - she loved when he let himself get lost in pleasure. His hips rocked faster, urging her to suck harder, faster, deeper. His hands were on her head, guiding her as he set the pace.

She could feel his body stiffen, his breathing become more labored as he neared the edge of his release. She moaned against him, looking up and catching his eyes as the vibrations went through him. He looked down at her. He looked so undone, she had such power over him in this moment.

“I’m going to…I’m almost…” he whispered. He maintained eye contact with her as he gave two more quick thrusts with his hips, crying out loudly as waves of pleasure washed over him, sending him over the edge. Auroria felt him pulse and throb in her mouth as his release coated her tongue before she swallowed it.

“Gods, I love you,” he said, smiling as he reached down and stroked her face before helping her stand up.

She kissed him deeply. “I love you too. Thanks for letting me distract you for a moment,” she smiled as he pressed his forehead against hers. “We should probably get back out there and finish up. I’ll even help.”

“Ora, I’m not sure that’s the boon you think it is,” he laughed, remembering the last time she helped him unsuccessfully.

She smiled and narrowed her eyes at him. “Get your clothes on wizard, and I’ll see you at the inn, then. And don’t think I won’t hold you to your promise of making sure I’m doubly satisfied tonight!” She laughed as she walked out of the tent.

He smiled and shook his head as he reached for his discarded clothes. Gods, he was glad he didn’t blow himself up.

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a-libra-writes · 2 years ago

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Imagine being in a polyamorous with Zib and Mitzi while they were still traveling musicians

I have so many thoughts about this it's insane

Anon ur brain is so big ... ..... i also have thoughts, pls tell me your's

So there's a few ways you all could have met, and it probably involved alcohol and a late night many years ago. ... Maybe that's why neither of you can remember it. After joining the traveling band, it's tough to say if you were Mitzi or Zib's friend first, and you vaguely recall there being a running bet between the two over who you liked the most. Sure, you could be with one of them, but the other would inevitably show up. Mitzi and Zib both have a way of finding excuses to be around you and getting your attention without outright asking for it, because that would be embarrassing. They had a lot of funny similarities like that, back in the early days.

Being together as a trio and not just some open relationship happened weirdly naturally. Again, it was one of those things no one could pin down when it started, because there was always affection and touching and kisses and being veeery comfortable with each other. The rest of the band didn't think much of it either, grateful there was minimal drama and more than happy to rib you, Zib and Mitzi about being so 'bohemian', and of course when everyone's drunk and rowdy there's lots of whooping and cat-calling.

As far as actually talking about this arrangement? Well, there wasn't a whole lot to say; you three were young and more than a little infatuated with each other. And it was working, so what was there to talk about? Right? Well, sometimes Mitzi got jealous if you messed around with anyone but her and Zib, even in the band. That surprised you. It was more pouting than real jealousy, but still. She got the same way when she felt you were taking Zib's side or doting on him too much over her; which you and him just found endearing at the time.

If you're femme, there's plenty of teasing from the band about Zib having such cute lady cats with him all the time, and you know he's more than smug about it. He likes being intimate with both of you at once, the hedonist. You and Mitzi know how to take him down a peg, though. On the other hand, if you're masc, you know Mitzi loves having two boys look after her. That's what she calls you, "my boys", with equal levels affection and exasperation. She prefers being with each of you individually. Her flirting is much more effective that way, not that you mind the attention.

The cuddle pile in the evening is non-negotiable. If you aren't a touchy or snuggly person, I'm sorry to inform you that you're stuck with two very clingy, very heavy sleepers. It's fantastic in the winter when yall are staying in a shitty and freezing boarding house, but the summertime? It can be unbearable, especially if you're trapped between them (though Zib usually rolls off the bed at some point). If you're a fluffy cat, Zib loves to bellyache about how you and Mitzi's fur gets all over him and his clothes. She just laugh (You think she likes to mark her territory, whether it be with stray fur or lipstick stains). Even when passed out in the park, one of them will inevitably drag stagger their way to you.

(And look, three people sharing a room every time is just economical, okay? The other guys share a room - granted, they don't all try to pile onto one shitty twin-sized bed because Zib and Mitzi refuse to take a couch or the floor and if you take it they both feel bad and try to drag you back and desperately try to make room on a mattress that's probably not fit for a dog).

Good luck trying to write music or practice (God forbid) or even get ready because these two can be so clingy. Zib will confess to it, Mitzi denies it. They just have different styles of cling. Zib's the one lazily leaning on you, falling asleep in your lap, always resting a head on your shoulder. Always having to be touching in some way. Mitzi is wanting to touch and fuss with your hair, give you kisses, hold your hand and get your attention. She wants to go places, and keep your arm in her's. She's movement, he's sedentary.

There's been times when Zib and Mitzi butted heads, and guess who has to be the tie breaker? Because taking one side over the other means dealing with a huffy Mitzi or a sullen Zib (you can just duck your head and stay out of it like the rest of the band does ...).

A drinking competition between these three is a lost cause because Mitzi can throw them back like a champ and Zib can get really wasted without passing out. Either you're the no-drinks chaperone or the one passing out first, sorry fam. Also, there's the usual drunken escapades. Public tomfoolery, skinny dipping, getting way too hanky panky, public indecency -

You may have one or two charges of that on your criminal record

Getting that first job at the Marigold Room was a big deal. This was a fancy place, not some regular tiny juice joint. And then it became a steady gig, and that was even better, right? The travelling band thing couldn't have lasted forever, good as it was. Good and steady pay, with a roof over your heads, that's good. It was definiately good, you told yourself, and Zib. Mitzi didn't need to be told, she believed it. You knew she loved the lights and glitz of the place, even if she wasn't always happy about the music and performances being controlled.

One night it was just you and Zib, and you asked him if Mitzi seemed different. Specifically, you asked if she was upset with you.

"Did I say something? We don't spend time together like we used to, me and her, have you noticed? Is it the same with you? Did I do something?"

"No, don't worry so much about it," was all your boyfriend said, the only thing visible in the dark was his cigarette. He wasn't looking at you. You weren't sure which part he was saying 'no' to.

It made sense when Atlas came on the scene. When he all but swooped in and swept her away. You were all performing at this Lackadaisy club now, because Mitzi wanted to. And Zib would follow what she did, and you'd follow both of them, and the rest of the band fell into place. There was never any words said about it, no fight and no discussion. There was just the knowledge that she was unavailable now, and whatever you two - you three had - that was history. If you're masc, you had a feeling you ought to avoid Atlas and just pretend you were only ever friends with Mitzi. Nothing more.

(As cynical and flippant as he acts, you know it hurt Zib too. Sometimes he gets more morose than usual, and rarely sleeps without you. You'd tease him for the extra clinginess if you weren't feeling it, too.)

You know Zib was with Sy a few times (maybe you'd already been there too), but you noticed he really wasn't interested in others much anymore. He'd flirt with a pretty face now and again, especially when sloshed. You could still do whatever you pleased, of course, Zib was never jealous about it. He might get antsy, though, if you don't spend time at his place for a while. Starts to get lonely and then self-loathes about his clinginess and not wanting to ruin your fun. At least you two can talk about it, though it's a lot of untangling your boyfriend's drunken, philosophizing emotions.

God he is so much more emotional than he wants to let on

Oh, and fun fact - you're the one who asked Zib to take a chance on Rocky. The kid just seemed so eager and sweet, and hey, he was clearly a good violinist.

"C'mon, Zib, we need a fiddler. He's a good kid. Please?" You wrapped yourself around him, nuzzling into his neck.

"Right when I think I've got your type nailed down, you throw me a curveball ...."

"It's not like that! Okay, he's cute, but seriously - he needs the job, and -"

He waved his hand. The cheap drink nearly spilled out of his glass and onto the sheets. "Alright, alright, do whatever you want. You know we don't make decisions around here." Well, that was true ...

(And yes he looooves giving you A Look whenever Rocky does or says anything ridiculous. That's your frantic grinning blue-eyed grey-furred problem, not his)

Then there was the whole, your-boss-whose-also-a-terrifying-businessman-who-also-took-your-girlfriend getting killed. And maybe said former girlfriend did it. Maybe. You and Zib really don't like talking about it. He's always been avoidant of hard conversations, but ...

You know he and the rest of the band were tired of being here. The sudden murder spooked them, and then the customers stopped coming. So did the money. Only Rocky was chipper, and for once you found it hard to share his enthusiasm.

Maybe you wanted to leave, too. Maybe you wanted to reconnect with Mitzi. She was still mourning (right ...?) But you could still be friends, right? You two were friends before being anything else. Maybe Rocky had the right idea. With that shadowy cat gone and Viktor out of service, maybe you ought to help with other parts of the business.

... or maybe you shouldn't at all. It would upset Zib, it might actually piss him off. Or maybe he'd give you that resigned look that you catch him giving to Mitzi. Nostalgia and sadness tinged with some resentment. You know he wants to skip town, but he wants the whole band to come, like it used to be. He wants that so badly. If you scrapped some money together ... .

Well, the good times as the 'golden trio' couldn't last forever. At least you still have one of them.

#sorry not sorry i ended it this way i just kept THINKING ......#now im thinking more about it damn u anon (affectionate)#lackadaisy x reader #zib zibowski x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #mitzi may x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #((kinda))#((i couldnt resist the rocky brainrot never ends))

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Epic: The Musical (The Horse and the Infant) [1]

When you've become as obsessed with a thing as I have become about this musical, I think the only thing to do about it is write a bunch of analysis so I can get all my thoughts down??? So... that's what this is. Let's dive into song one.

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SO many things being established here in the opening number that end up recurring throughout the the musical.

Odysseus's signature instrument of the guitar, which we hear electric when he's being strategic, and acoustic when he's being sentimental/reflective. It's so bad-ass to start the show with him as this general leading his men and planning the strategy of this combat. It establishes him as competent and clever and victorious from the jump. It's such a heavy lift to start a character study with the end of a ten year war - like, obviously Odysseus must have been changed by the Trojan War profoundly, but we can't really access the person he was when he set off from home originally. We have to meet him where he is here, and so we meet someone who seems willing to do what it takes to get the job done... but can he? And what will that mean for him moving forward?

Also: ticking clock in the opening bit, Athena is here from the JUMP even though we don't hear from her directly.

The first "Penelope" and "Telemachus" themes, which we will hear said over and over again - really reminds me of how most of the names in Hamilton are always said in the same way no matter who is saying it and why. Leitmotifs let's goooo. Really effective, with the viola on Penelope's name - that's an anchor-stone for the whole musical right there. And the heartbeat underneath it - this love, the beating heart of the show for real.

Speaking of Hamilton, the whole opening verse where Ody is dictating the specifics of the battle is VERY Lin-Manuel to me. You can see the influence in Jorge's structuring, I feel like especially in the earlier sections of Epic.

Luke Holt's voice as Zeus is so cool - this is a show where almost all of the lead vocal tracks are higher range - lots of juicy material for tenors in this show across the board, and the vocal talent is fucking unparalleled. But it makes it so lovely and textured to have Zeus pop up with that rumbly lower tone, and feels so appropriate for the God of Thunder.

Among the many motifs we'll see pop up later later, we hear the "danger motif" in the background, that will become more prominently known as Polyphemus's background choir (which, of course, we then see a lot as the show goes on.) Listen to the "ah, ahhhs" behind Ody's opening verse, and you'll hear it right there. Danger is near. Odysseus is the danger for the Trojans, right from the jump. This is a story of a man who changes a lot to get to where we see him at the end, obviously... but also this is a story that STARTS with Odysseus bursting in and attacking people by surprise, brutally slaughtering people who weren't ready for the fight. Sound familiar?

We also get the first of the "begging" motif, which we'll hear again specifically with Odysseus and Zeus speaking all the way towards the end of the show in "Thunder Bringer." Jorge's really flexing on the vocals with "I'd rather BLEED for ya, down on my KNEES for ya," with that really intense strain in his tone, OOF. And then the intensity of the anguish in "Please don't make me do this". He sounds so good.

And, okay, get ready for me to geek out here: my favorite subtle repeating motif is Zeus's melody on "He will burn your house and throne / he'll find you wherever you go" etc. This theme, as far as I've been able to find, only happens one other time, in the Act 2 opener, so that's a nice little parallel with both act openers including it - it's when Siren!Penelope sings "He will chase you high and low / so find a place he'd never go". This is one of those themes that you don't really need to have repeated, it's not like an integral part of the fabric of the music, but I love that there's still this really clear parallel. It's two instances of Odysseus learning from a supernatural being who is kind of his ally or at least giving him helpful information in this moment (Zeus / Siren) but who will later try and harm him, and that information is: there is a being that will chase you relentlessly (Astyanax / Poseidon) and there's no way to change that or convince them otherwise, and that Odysseus will have to do something truly awful to avoid being caught by this foe (yeet a baby off a wall / sacrifice six men to Scylla). So it's the theme of "Odysseus learns with dread that he's going to have to do a Terrible Thing to evade a Fated Enemy." And I just think it's so cool that there's a thematic tie between those two moments even though they're so different! And the change in Ody's character is so apparent between them also - in the first act opener, his response is to beg on his knees and to trade vocal lines with Zeus as he tries to find another solution: "I could raise him as my own / or take him far away from home". Whereas in "Suffering" and later in "Scylla," we don't see Odysseus bargaining with himself or with anybody else about the situation. He just says "But Scylla has a cost" and then at the beginning of "Scylla" says "this is our only way home." Like, he's no longer operating under the vague hope that he might be able to avoid committing immoral actions for his goals. It's so sad and so subtle how the music reinforces this!

So, I know that the way most music works is on repetition, obviously it's the most common thing in the world to have a verse and a chorus repeating back and forth, but I think Epic is so thoughtful about who sings what and in what order - this opener establishes Odysseus as a leader, so he sings: "What do you live for? / What do you try for? / What do you wish for? / What do you fight for?" and then his men repeat it. This happens a lot especially in the first saga of the show, where Odysseus establishes a motif and then his men back him up to show how they follow his lead. But then we also get our first instance of Odysseus mirroring someone else to match their energy - "I don't think you're ready" / "I know that I'm ready" - Ody is always matching people where they're at, which I think is a cool way to show his cleverness.

"Do what I say and you'll see them again" / "Yes sir" - the first couple sagas of Epic should just be called Dramatic Irony: The Musical. Ody is writing a check he will absolutely NOT cash here, but also, he says "do what I say" and guess who doesn't do what Odysseus says later in the show? Idk, maybe you shouldn't have OPENED THE WIND BAG or KILLED THE IMMORTAL CATTLE? Truly, one of Odysseus's most insidious foes in this musical is his incompetent crew, and right here we see him leading them successfully - the men follow Ody's orders here and none of them die. If only that pattern could have continued!

The best musical moment in this song, the line that itches my brain in the best way is "This is the son of none other than Troy's very own Prince Hector / Know that he will grow from a boy to an avenger" - the way Luke's voice goes down on HecTOR is so satisfying.

Also so interesting that the crew and Zeus work in tandem in this moment with "You can say goodbye to" / "Penelope". Or maybe it's not the soldiers, maybe it's Zeus's ensemble? Not sure! The crew also doing the Penelope & Telemachus themes at various points in the show is interesting, though. It seems like everyone in Odysseus' life knows what his family means to him, and even the gods understand that as his intrinsic motivator. Keep that in mind when we meet Athena, honestly. Zeus immediately goes for the family angle but we don't hear Athena doing the same when the two of them squabble.

And after all that, the scary thing is that this song isn't even one of my particular favorites, I think it's a strong opening but I have much more to geek out about in other songs... stay fucking tuned for me to lose my mind as we go along.

#epic the musical #epic analysis #Youtube

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innocentlymacabre · 1 year ago

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The cavern boasted an impressive selection of species, sure to rattle the first-time patron. It was like those forced diversity university pamphlets, only the diversity in this case was actually real.

“HA! I told you they would leave. Next round’s on you,” Axle boasted.

“How in the name of fuck did you know that?” Lott lamented, waving to the bartender for two more whiskeys.

“Well, while you’ve got that lovely little Tracker lounge of yours, I stay loyal to this bar. Any time I’m in the human realm, I drink here. And I’ve been spending a lot of time here lately. Morgan and Morrigan – that’s who those two were –”

“Yes, of course I know that. Only two necromancers this side of the Atlantic worth a damn.”

“Right well, Morrigan happened to have ghosted that werewolf. Twice.”

Lott sucked his teeth in. “Twice?”

“Twice.”

“Fool me once?”

“Yeah, well, a werewolf can still rip you to shreds with ease, full moon or not.”

“Good point. You know who’s probably too stubborn to be ripped to shreds?”

“Lay it on me. What did Jayce do now?”

“Oh, he’s got this insane idea.”

Lott raised his paw to the table to show Axle the wound.

“Long story short, I got this wound from a dream and we’ve tracked the dream down to The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time.”

“Why not just name it Foreshadowing McDeath at that point?”

“I shit you not, I thought that exact thing. Anyway, Jayce has got it in his head – and unfortunately mine too – that we’re going to go to the Crescent and find out what’s what.”

“God damn.”

“Yeah.”

“When do you leave?”

“Day after. Jayce said he’s got to visit an old friend or something. I don’t know. He said it’s better if he goes alone.”

“Concerning.”

“I suppose.”

A small moment of silence lapsed between the two of them, as they sipped their drinks and turn their attention to the bar around them. A group seemingly made of exclusively people with some pointy feature crowded around the dart board, vampires, gnomes, elves, and more drunkenly slurring out bets. A moleman entered from the dark of the outside and slipped a pair of sunglasses on, muttering something about modern electricity being a curse. The characteristic twinkling lights of fairies floated around, greens and reds and pinks blinking around the room. They were just faint enough that it would have been easy to convince someone drunk enough that they were just seeing things.

“There used to be a beehive just outside my window,” Axle said, breaking the brief silence.

“Hmm?”

“When I was a child. Outside my window there used to be a cluster of beehives. Bees twinkle just like fairies in the Dreaming. I used to fall asleep to their soothing glow.”

“What happened?”

“Hmm?”

“Why “used to”?”

“Oh. We moved. We moved houses. I sometimes dream I’ll buy that place again, sometime in the future. Little holiday home. Or someplace I go when I want to feel the warmth of home around me. I’d like to show it to Trance one day.”

“Can they even enter the Dreaming?”

“Not sure. We haven’t tried that yet. But I don’t see why not.”

“Hey,” Lott said, raising his glass. “To beehives.”

Axle clinked his and smiled. “To beehives.”

“Want to get out of here? I hear we’ve got a wonderful moon tonight.”

“You asking me out on a midnight flight, Morton?”

“You going to say yes, Carter?”

Axle looked at Lott in the eyes and gave him a lopsided smile. He shrunk down until he was small enough to zip through the busy bar and shot outside. Lott laughed and followed him out, clumsily wading through the sea of drunken patrons.

“Lead the way, good sir.”

Lott and Axle took off. Their wings spun around one another, their bodies intertwined in the air, and their conjoined form cast a shadow on the town below against the magnificent light of the moon.

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I'd started taking my writing a bit too seriously and somewhere along the way I forgot that art is fundamentally meant to be fun. So I decided to do something dumb. I took two characters from two different projects - both dragons, by the way - gave them a pre-existing relationship, and chucked them into a bar. It's unedited, it's stupid, and nothing said here has any sort of impact or acts as any sort of indictor for the canon of either story, but it was fun. So I wanted to share this with you.

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#i love that this is technically fanfiction of my own work lmao #in case it wasn't clear Lott and Axle have midair gay sex at the end #writeblr #fiction #dragons #dragoncore #fantasy #fantasy world #high fantasy #fanfiction #speculative fiction #SFF #queer SFF #gay #wtwcommunity #writeblrcafe #tw alcohol #ntcmp

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Brain Curd #283

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

Thanks for letting us be frank with you. Read the rest of The Frank Program here on Tumblr!

“Welcome back to The Frank Program. I'm your host, Daryl, and today we're going to be frank with you. We’ve got Big Mike handling all the sliders and knobs…”

A heavily compressed, gravelly voice interrupted. “I would have thought you were the one handling ‘knobs’, son! Ha ha ha!”

“... and we have Frank here calling in from California. How’s the weather?”

“Colder than I’d’a expected. I’m bundled up here in my room.”

“That’s great. We’ve also got today’s guest. Would you like to introduce yourself to the audience?”

“Hm…” The guest pondered. “No.”

“That’s fine, I’ll be happy to. Mike, can you up the gain on his input?”

“Sure thing,” Mike replied. “I wouldn’t want to get on your bad side…”

“Thanks. Today’s guest is a longtime favorite of mine. You know him as the host of both Backstab Pantry and Stainless Steal, but to me he’ll always be the face of Chemistry Kitchen. Welcome to the show, Mr. Adam Braun!”

“Thank you, thank you,” Braun bowed. “I just hate to toot my own horn. Much better if you do it.”

“Ha!” Frank chuckled. “He loves tooting horns!”

Mike frowned. “Frankie, can you shut the hell up?”

Daryl’s face remained as still as stone. “Mr. Braun -”

“Call me Adam.”

“Adam, today’s episode is going to release on Christmas day, so I’d like to get the obvious question out of the way first: What tips do you have for our listeners at home who put on this podcast while they prepare dinner?”

“I’d probably tell your listeners that if they want to hear my opinion, they should try watching any number of Christmas themed episodes of Chemistry Kitchen or reading one of the companion cookbooks. However, when the question of safety is at hand, I’m happy to give away free advice to anyone who asks: have a fire extinguisher handy always. Not just for your bird, or roast, or hunk of porky goodness - God forbid - but also all those gosh-darn cheap lights strewn about the house. Electrical fires are no joke. Overcooked poultry is no picnic, but a house fire is a tragedy.”

“Yeesh.” Frank yawned. “This guy sounds like he wears a bowtie.”

Daryl reached around to the mixing board and muted Frank. “Sorry about him.”

“Is that the original host of this show?”

“That’s right.”

“I’ve heard rumors that he was a real piece of work. I guess they were right.”

“Hey,” Mike chimed in. “You know, Frank might not be the best host of all time or anything, but he built this podcast up from nothing. You gotta hand it to him for that. People like hearing what he’s got to say.”

“Mike,” Daryl glared at him. “Let’s not argue with our guest.”

“It’s Christmas, Daryl. You’re not gonna defend your dad?”

“There’s nothing to defend. Anyway, Adam, your fans all know you got your start in the production side of things, working behind the camera rather than in front of it. How much behind the scenes work did you continue doing as the series grew into itself?”

“That’s a good question. At first, it was a real rinky-dink operation. Just me and a couple other guys filming in our producer’s home kitchen. Back then, I developed all the recipes myself. But as the scale of our little show - including its budget and marketing - grew past my own limits, I started putting together a team. I’d say it was seventy-thirty how much I did per episode by then, much like the muscle-to-fat ratio of a good burger - and I was the fat. By the end of the show, the final season, I was so busy with other responsibilities that I was mostly just a host. But the team was solid. Their work was unmatched in quality.”

“Any chance of a comeback?”

“I’ll never say never, but I’m getting old. I come up with little ideas and put them out on my YouTube channel now and then, but you can consider me happily retired.”

“Psst… hey…” Mike tapped Daryl’s shoulder. “Your dad is pissed that you muted him.”

“Too bad.”

“He said it’s his show and he can kick you out if he’s not happy.”

“Ugh. Fine. Unmute him, then.”

Mike clicked the button and Frank’s voice began piping into everyone’s headphones again.

“... and another thing, where does this boy get off tellin’ me to shut my mouth? I wouldn’t even be here if he knew how to mind his damn business! ‘Merry Christmas!’ Whole lotta Merry Christmas around here, in the damn institution y’all threw me in! I don’t like lookin’ out at the ocean! It’s too damn big! And I…” Frank continued talking, rambling, complaining - whatever you want to call it.

Daryl covered his face.

Adam adjusted his bowtie. “I think I should get going.”

“Yeah, I can understand that.” Daryl leaned on his elbow, little life left in his eyes.

Frank’s diatribe was in one ear and out the other, but it banged pots and pans on the way through.

“This has been The Frank Program…”

“... ending the darn show while I’m talking! Who do you think you are?!? You little…”

“Thanks for letting us be frank with you. Merry Christmas.”

Please comment, reblog, like, and follow if you enjoyed - I'd love to know what you think! See you again tomorrow.

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2023 Writing Roundup

okay chickie wings! first and foremost, a massive thank you to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @rockyroadkylers and @songliili for tagging me in this game. also pretending that @read-and-write- and @anincompletelist tagged me in this one because they were kind enough to tag me in the Year In Review that i never got around to doing

without further ado...

2023 (kittentoes's version)

January through August

nada. kittentoes was a mere lurker.

September

boxing with no gloves- G, 2.2k

Henry is pushing his arms through the woolen sleeves of a peacoat. He faces Alex and there’s no softness left in his features. He’s genuinely angry this time. None of the endeared exhaustion of his antics Alex is so used to seeing from him. None of the fondness that always plays hide and seek in his eyes when he looks at Alex. Henry looks blank and placid. His press face, edged with a hint of venom. And Alex has seen versions of this face. He’s seen a calmer facade of it, one that had boarded a plane back to England by the time Alex woke up. There’s something cold settling in Alex’s stomach. A kind of panic crawling up his throat. There’s ice dancing at his fingertips, but his hands are sweating, and oh God, Henry’s leaving again. --- Or, Alex and Henry get into a fight. Henry tries to leave, Alex needs him to stay. So he does.

i'd be smart to walk away (but you're quicksand)- M, 3.6k

Henry remembers too, telling himself not to get too close. He remembers knowing intrinsically, unequivocally, that loving Alex would set him on fire. Now, here he is. Burning. Henry is alight and smoldering. And as naturally as Henry knew how combustible Alex would be then, he knows now that he is going to be left as nothing but ash and soot when Alex finally decides to walk away. Still, Henry can’t convince himself to pull the lever on the alarm to set off the sprinklers. He lets himself savor the flames. – or, five times that Henry convinced himself he couldn’t have Alex Claremont-Diaz, and one time he lets Alex convince him he can.

October

i'll love you when the ocean's dry- M, ficlet

“Getting into trouble without me, sweetheart?” “Alex, Alex, you’re going to be so bloody proud of me. Are you listening?” And Alex can hear the flush of Henry’s cheeks, the spark dancing in his eyes. “Pez, hush, Alex has to hear this. Alex, you’re listening, right?” And that wasn’t unusual either. More and more Henry had let Pez convince him to allow himself to loosen up a bit. More and more Henry had started slackening his hold on the carefully crafted veneer he had been trained for years to perfect. Every time, it takes Alex’s breath away. Alex loves every facet of Henry, each mask and every mood. But there’s something about seeing Henry settle into a kind of peace with himself that has Alex feeling like he’s falling in love all over again. He leans even further into the cushioned recliner and lets the drunken lilt of Henry’s voice ease something in his muscles. “I’m listening, baby. Go ahead.” — or, Henry is drunk, and Alex loves him completely.

we should just kiss (like real people do)- T, 2k, Junora

June hasn’t felt like she’s had a home in a long time. There was the house and Texas growing up, of course. But the inevitability of arguments turned silence left the walls feeling more haunted by memories, rather than preserving them. There was the Lake House. But the knowledge it would only ever be a short-lived reprieve made a kind of melancholy brush against the dock with each pass of the waves. There were the dorms of UT Austin, and Evan taking up most of the twin-sized mattress. But thinking too hard about that always made the resentment rear-up, bitter at the back of her throat before she was able to quell it back down. But the picture of Nora sprawled across her carpet, her halo of screens casting pale light along her cheekbones, dancing above her cupid’s bow. Nora’s curls falling into her face with the dip of her head towards the screen, fingertips rushing across the keyboard not daring to stray away long enough to push the strand back. It’s all so achingly familiar that for all June’s skill as a writer, her entire repertoire of connotations and words, she can’t for the life of her think of anything else. -- Or, Henry and June's PR stunt, from June and Nora's perspective.

when you say my name (i like the way it sounds)- G, 3.6k

When he looks back, he gives himself a moment to take it in. He basks in the sound of familiar laughter echoing around their kitchen in the simmering warmth and comfortability that comes with being sucked into Pez’s antics and lulled back by Bea’s steadiness. He revels in the swirl of Nora’s genius and calm of June’s kindness. It’s not quite the same as LA all those years ago. It doesn’t take him by surprise or feel novel anymore. But it's still that feeling of rightness, a crystal clear understanding that this, these people, will always be a kind of home to him. -- or, The Super Six take on a Halloween party. Henry, for once, let’s himself let loose. Drunk, uninhabited, and free to love Alex in public, Henry is happy. Alex stays sober to look after him, and he is so in love he could die.

November

you paint dreamscapes on the wall- E, 5k

“Fuck, H. What are you? A damn vampire?” And Henry loved this too. The way the fire in Alex never quite went out, just smoldered down to embers. He didn’t think he’d ever quite get used to Alex’s wit, his sheer audacity to taunt and pick at him. But Henry was sure he never wanted to, anyway. He loved that that audacity snuck through the cracks of following orders, and waiting in positions. In between the begging, and Alex only ever finishing with permission dripping from Henry’s lips, it was still there. And Christ, if it wasn’t the single-most precious thing Henry had been gifted the honor of experiencing. -- or, Alex is in his own head too much of the time. But Henry can always bring him back.

you call the shots babe (i just wanna be yours)- E, 9.9k

“I wish David were here.” The sigh from his lips rustles one of Alex’s curls loosened away from under the cap. Alex’s eyebrows scrunch together and there’s a new mask edging his features. One Henry can’t quite place in his filmy headspace. “Oh. I thought… Pez said you didn’t have a boyfriend?” The bark of laughter pulled from Henry’s throat is loud and unfettered. The kind of laugh he usually keeps hidden away or stifled behind the guard of a hand against his mouth. “No, no. I mean yes, Pez’s right. But David isn’t–” Another giggle breaks into the words. “David’s a beagle, Alex.” ___ or, Henry gets high, and Alex is everything he's ever wanted.

i know heaven's a thing (i go there when you touch me)- E, 17.2k

He’s never been much of a jealous man. He’s always been far more lured in by the tease of potential than seduced by the idea of possession. Henry isn’t owned by Alex. He chooses to give himself over. And now, watching Henry offer himself not just for Alex, but for Pez as well— Pez, this bright light of energy and unending kindness that has never done anything but protect Henry—well, Alex isn’t sure anything has ever quite knocked the breath out of him the same way the sight of it does. --- or, when Henry acts like a brat, Alex enlists Pez's help to remind him that he doesn't need to in order to get what he wants.

December

many times, many ways- M, 4.8k

The thing is, Alex knows he can’t replace the bittersweet wave of memories that swarm Henry’s head at the sight of snow flurries and smell of peppermint in the air. He doesn’t want to. He wants Henry to keep those close, even if it is through the sepia tone of melancholy. But Alex can’t help but wonder if maybe he can find a way to balance poignancy with something a bit easier. Something a little bit lighter. Something Henry can revisit to understand where he belongs, how he fits into the “happy” of it all any time he needs. He looks over to Henry, finally asleep against his chest. He takes in the gentle slope of Henry’s nose, the fluttered fan of eyelashes against moon-bathed cheeks. He fixates on the subtle canyon, the soft part of Henry’s lips, the phantom wind of a silent snore, and Alex knows: the very least he can do is try. — or, holidays have always come as a reminder to Henry of what he’s lost. But Alex always manages to remind him of everything he’s gained too.

all we know (is touch and go)- G, ficlet

“I had it under control, Alex. You can’t just swoop in anytime you think something might go wrong. You’re not bloody invincible. It’s high time you stopped acting like you are.” “Now where would be the fun in that, sweetheart? Can’t very well get you to play nurse for me if I stick by the sidelines, now can I?” Alex pulls out his best smirk, the one that usually convinces Henry to stop talking to kiss it off of him instead. The glare Henry shoots him makes it clear he’s not getting off that easy tonight. --- or, Alex gets hurt being the hero and Henry just wants him whole.

Coming Soon

PWP Onesot- featuring: somnophilia, Daddy Dom!Alex, so much dirty talk-- coming to an ao3 near you within the next few days

"don't you call him baby"- kensington divergence multichap, featuring: kittentoes's first oc, a lot of angst, alex with a boyfriend that is not henry-- coming to an ao3 near you within the next few months (the current, sole focus wip)

Aftercare Oneshot- featuring: safeword use, healthy communication, domestic!firstprince-- coming to an ao3 near you the next time i need a break from kensington

(Hopefully) Coming Later in 2024

"it always leads to you (in my hometown)"- the 'tis the damn season/childhood best friends to lovers au, featuring: dual timelines, baker!henry, an orion tattoo, and drunk love confessions

smokey smoke verse series- oneshots continuing the relationship established in "you call the shots babe (i just wanna be yours)

more kitten!henry

IM SO SORRY IF YOU'VE ALREADY DONE THIS, MY LIFE IS CHAOS

tagging some friends! @happiness-of-the-pursuit@matherines@inexplicablymine @wordsofhoneydew @firenati0n @read-and-write- @affectionatelyrs @saintlynomenclature @adreamareads @absoluteaudacitywrites @raysletters @daisymae-12 @ssmtskw @hypnostheory

#kittentoes writes #tag game #writing round up #2023 writing roundup #rwrb fic #rwrb #ao3

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🧮💌💬🎶

And 💞 obviously!!

🧮 do you know how many words you wrote this year?

oh gosh, according to my progress tracking spreadsheet, god help me.......i'm clocking in at 364,299 words as of today 🫢 i didn't POST all those words, but.......i sure......i sure did write them. hmm.

(maybe i should start my brain-break early lmaooooOOOOO)

💌 did you receive any comments/reviews that stuck with you?

🥺 SO MANY?????????? i don't want to call specific people out because i don't know who does/doesn't have a tumblr so tagging and blahblahblah, but (thanks to the remake, i have to imagine), the outpouring of love i've gotten on the (almost)s this year has been.......so humbling. and i have cried from it on more than one occasion hahahahaha

it's been a very, very difficult year over here, i've been having A Rough TIme lately, but truly and genuinely and honest to god, waking up to a little (1) in my inbox or messenger or ao3 and hearing someone tell me how t(a) resonated with them personally, just...it made a lot of the hardest days a whole lot easier, and it reminded me over and over again that even when the story is hard to tell, someone somewhere might need to hear it someday. so. <3 yes. i've been very, very lucky in that i get to hear from all kinds of kind, wonderful people <3

💬 what dialogue are you most proud of?

asdkjfhaksjfhsjkdf okay, for real though, this little aside between kaitlyn and emma in like wringing blood from a stone is for sure one of my faves - it's just a conversation happening in the background of some other stuff, but getting to play with the hacketteers is SO much fun!

“Oh, totally. Totally! It’s hilarious, the way he gets. After you guys went to bed the other night, we…uh, hold up. You’re sure this isn’t, like…icky?” “What? Hearing you talk about my bffsie like the Grade-A, Triple Prime piece of meat he is? Please. Trust me, Em, I’d rather listen to you talk about him than the other way around.” “That bad, huh?” “Ever had a guy describe boobs to you? Like you don’t have your own? Like you’ve never encountered the concept of them in the wild? Like he’s Steve Irwin trying to get you to picture some kind of rare platypus that went extinct twenty-seven years ago?” “You know, I can’t say I have.” “Yeah, well, spoiler alert: That’s because you are the boobs in this one. So by all means, fire away! It’ll give me some ammunition to light him up with once we’re back home. Preferably in front of his mom. And his sisters.” “Oh my goshhh. And here everyone else is, thinking you’re the nice one!” “What? Since when?! Why am I the nice one? Obviously I’m the bada…uh, most hardcore of the Hacketteers.” “I don’t make the news, lady, I just report on it.” “Okay, well, whoever’s out there thinking I’m the nice one needs to take a look at the Shooting Star board one of these days. I’m a certified weapon, baby.” “Honestly? It’s probably because you’re such a pipsqueak.” “Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa! Hey now! Excuse you! In this house, we prefer ‘fun sized.’” “Like I said. I don’t make the news.”

🎶 any music/playlists you listened to while writing?

the number of times. i listened to kesha's joyride. on repeat. while finishing of mummy men & bathtub soup. is. unspeakable. kdjfksldjfklsjdfkj BEEP BEEP BITCH I'M OUTSIDE - GET IN LOSER FOR THE

JOYRIDE

year in review writing asks!

#uzoilol #asks #💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 RIGHT BACK ATCHA!!!! 😘 heehehe

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Comparing characters from THS and IWWV because I'm that petty

The Greek Class

“They worship the fucking devil.” - The normal people in the school can see they’re a little weird.

The school feels alive, people go around and do things, live their lives, not just stare and whisper about the Greek students. We don’t get to know many people or things outside of what we need, but what we know doesn’t feel excessive, it feels realistic, things a normal student would notice and remember and deem important.

Kill their friend, even though he doesn’t deserve it, and the book knows he doesn’t, the other characters are in a mindset that makes murdering him logical.

So much left unanswered, in the shadows, keeps us wondering but everything feels completely intentional.

Richard

loves making pinterest boards for everything, bitch for aesthetics

the quiet onlooker, the outsider, the bystander and he knows it, so much is kept from him

started studying ancient Greek so that he can sleep in on Mondays, enrolled to med school because he didn’t know what else but then saw a pretty flyer and transferred to Hampden

becomes fascinated with a random group of students and manwhores his way in

sleeps like 20 hours a day

will take any pill, drug, substance just to get his mind off the real world

accidentally joins a cult and becomes an accomplice to two murders, easily goes along with everything, but, you know, the aesthetic goes hard

has an amazing gay-dar, himself is definitely straight and not gay at all

loves Camilla, her boyish hairstyle, boy-feet and all

“Henry is a god amongst men.”, “Francis is just the most intriguing person I have ever met.”, “Charles is so beautiful, just like an angel.”

lies all the time and tell us he lies all the time, lies about his upbringing, disgusted by his parents

almost died just so he didn’t have to confess to being poor or going home

might as well just written a y/n fanfic about him joining the mysterious student group and committing murders with them

idealises everything but doesn’t hide the ugly thigs, even the ugly are mesmerising but remain ugly

gets shot and no one notices

was fine with murder, but draws line at his friends having sex without him

Henry

tall, cold, scary guy

cool blue eyes behind glasses

insanely rich, doesn’t have to work ever in his life, wants to buy a house somewhere nowhere and become a hermit

committed his life to the studies of classics, loves Homer

doesn’t live in this world, his mind is very abstract, didn’t even know the Moon Landing happened

probably a sociopath, manipulates everyone into being accomplices to the murder he commited

takes his famished, drugged, drunk friends to the forest to have an orgy so that they can enter a higher state of mind and see Dionysus

so offended Richard asked him if he actually saw Dionysus

kills, probably, maybe, a farmer by beating him to death while high

writes about an actual murder in a journey, in latin, and proceeds to be surprised that Bunny, also a latin student, can read it as well

decides that the only thing to stop Bun, his old friend and possibly a lover, from going to the police is to kill him

takes up a cute little hobby in Persian mushroom poisons

has horrible headaches

throws his old friend and possibly a lover Bunny off a mountain while looking for ferns, rubs the dirt from his grave on him at his funeral

is only having problems with his passport and is late for an appointment

Bunny

always happy, annoying, lound, shabby, stupid rabbit

finds people's biggest insecurities and uses them against them

chews gum, wears some old jacket and glasses

slightly homophobic, pretty sexists, hates hippies (throws shoes on them as a hobby)

the only one that has connections outside of the group, has a girlfriend Marion

the fastest to take Richard in, quickly becomes the outsider after he joins

dyslexic, has asthma, better artist than scholar

his parents are pretentious pasty white people, all blond, has like five brothers that all look like him

uses his friends as ATMs, has expensive tastes, loves food

didn’t deserve to die, but it makes sense for them to kill him

wasn’t the greatest person ever but he was still lovable, as much as you hate him you can’t just throw him away (both characters and readers), he was insufferable but it’s sad when he’s actually gone

probably was in a romantic/sexual relationship with Henry

excluded from orgies because Charles saw him eating a cheese sandwich and that was the last straw

more angry that Henry didn’t tell him about the murder that the act itself

knows, indeed, how to type

Francis

fiery mop of the reddest hair Richard has ever seen, cross between a student prince and Jack the Ripper, wears pince-nez just to be cool

also insanely rich, his mum is a daughter of some wealthy Bostonian people that got pregnant with random band member

experienced the best of private European education

moves like a shadow across the campus, talks to black cats

his aunt has a summer house in the country that she lands him for the weekends and he takes his friends there to have pagan orgies

dramatic gay, kissed Richard even though he “wasn’t his type”, keeps coming back to Charles even though he knows he doesn’t love him

kisses Camilla because he felt like it, invites Richard to his bed the first time they talk

hypochondriac, develops panic attacks and no one takes him seriously

smokes every minute of his day, has nervous hands and thinks he’s dying every second but that has nothing to do with smoking

tries to kill himself for attention

marries the most insufferable girl because his grandfather is homophobic and wouldn't give him more money

too weak and lazy to stand up to anyone and ends up being a criminal

loves cooking five course dinners for fun

Charles

twincest enjoyer (we can’t be sure he’s the instigator, though he’s more “open” with it, or just a receiver) when he’s drunk even Francis will do, but then he doesn’t remember it so he’s not gay or anything

very jealous of his twin sister for stealing his men

drinks a lot, they all do, but he does even at breakfast

always steals cars when he’s drunk but somehow never crashes them

has anger issues, punches and slamms tables, throws stuff at Camilla, beats Camilla, burns Camilla

but he totally looks like a pretty little angel, all in white and stuff

stays pretty quiet in the beginning, after the murder the worst in him comes out, the guilt makes him spiral, can’t hold it in while the others don’t seem as affected or don’t show it

the only one who shows actual remorse to killing Bunny and says is outloud, stands up to Henry and eventually even wants to take a real action (though if it is actually more guilt or jealousy we may never know)

adopts a random feral cat and refuses to be parted from it, for a while at least

Camilla

also twincest enjoyer (very classical), to what extent we don’t know, no indication of it being pushed on her or her being the one pushing it

wears white all the time

the only girl in the group (very classical), loves Henry, leads Richard on (according to Francis)

Richard romanticises her, probably forgets many unflattering things about her, which leaves her the biggest mystery of the group

secret weapon, spy for Henry, secret phone code, she’s as smart as him

neither purely the victim nor the manipulator

there are subtle hints at her being more involved and playing a bigger role, hiding her true full personality, witch either Richard doesn’t want us to see, he doesn’t see himself or she’s just that good of an actres

at the end we can see she’s still choosing Henry, siding with him, be it her being so brainwashed his manipulation works even after he’s gone or her really believing in the things they did and acting on her own

Julian

their teacher, their cult leader, their icon, their god

mysterious, ominous figure working in the background

did he drive them to madness on purpose or did they completely misunderstand, twisted his teachings and took them to a whole new level?

a strange relationship with Henry, definitely that beyond a teacher focusing on a gifted student, maybe even romantic/sexuall one

encourages his pupils to take drugs and have orgies in the woods

knows a lot of powerful people

amazing cook

immediately after he learns about the murder he disappears

Judy

Richard’s neighbour and dealer

party girl, costume design student

doesn't like the Greek students, threw a drink on Camilla at a party, almost got beaten up by Henry and Charles

end up as a Tv aerobics instructor

Cloke

resident stoner, frat guy kind of

old friends with Bunny, into Camilla

ends up a lawyer working with Bun’s brother

Marion

Bunny’s girlfriend

studies something like teaching/taking care of kids, works in a kindergarten

wears flower dresses and cardigans

ends up marrying Bun’s brother and nicknaming her daughter ‘Bunny’

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The Thespians

Fourth-year theatre major at Dellecher elite conservatory in Illinois. The only seven students that managed to get to the senior year despite the school’s high standards.

When they walk around the schools or do literally anything, they are suddenly the centre of everyone’s attention, local celebrities, everything they do is hot gossip.

Live and breathe Shakespeare, use his quotes in casual conversations, sometimes whole dialogues.

Are supposed to be a very tight knit group, but even with the casual closeness we are occasionally shown and the fact that they spent more than three years together, they don’t feel like more than strangers. There is no real tension, negative or positive, between them at any point of the story. They feel as if they were put on a stage, were told “now you are friends” and that’s it.

Neither of them has a good relationship with their family, for no other reason than to make them “leftovers” and give the group a false sense of found family.

Each of them is given an archetype at the beginning of the story and never becomes really anything beyond that.

They kill their supposed long time friend just because he became a bully.

Oliver

“the loyal sidekick”

from Ohio, his family doesn't appreciate art

a selfish, bratty, insensitive, jealous little asshole, but we’re supposed to think he’s actually just a nice guy

makes everything about himself

hates his parents for basically no reason

is awful to his sisters for no reason at all

hides that he has to clean The Castle from his friends, that are also classmates and roommates

super pretentious - “Sex, drugs, and Shakespeare. That was our life.” “Omg, Alexander, are you doing cocaine?!”

forced to love James, horny for Meredith

probably talks in cursive

goes to prison for his boyfriend even with no evidence pointing to him

Richard

“the tyrant”

apparently from London

always plays the main character, teachers favourite

is nice for like two scenes and then suddenly turns into a bully

big, tall, strong, intimidating

killed for bruising a guy and shoving two girls

Meredith

“the temptress”

from New York City, very rich family, leave her alone on Christmas

sexy, hot, sensual, feminine and soft, redhead

is dating Richard (so that Oliver can take her over)

is there to be occasionally slut shamed, ogled on by everyone, the object of Oliver’s desires when James isn’t around

holds her liquor better than the rest

tipps of Colborne through just James’s drunken twaddle

Filippa

“the chameleon”

very mysterious, doesn’t like talking about her family, her father is in prison

probably doesn’t have emotions

cast in male roles most of the times

helped to get rid of the murder evidence

ends up dating their choreographer

Alexander

“the villain”

from Philadelphia

does drugs and is gay, has an urge to turn first-years gay, and is also into Meredith

convinces others to let Richard drown with very a weak argument

overdoses

Wren

“the ingenue”

also from London

cute, sweet, sensitive, little, blond

Richard’s cousin

doesn’t talk very much, not in a cool or shy way

mostly just stands in a corner and cries and has a breakdown

James

“the tragic hero”

from California, his parents wanted him to be poet insted

the twist villain (no one was surprised)

supposed to be in love with Oliver

kills Richard in self-defense with a boat hook

recites Shakespeare when he has mental breakdown

let’s Oliver take the blame and go to prison, later “drowns” himself

Colborne

apparently the only detective in town that things bashed in skull and twisted limbs are maybe not just a drunken accident

is so enchanted with this case that its been on his mind for ten years and is the last thing he wants to solve before he retires

gets tipped of by Meredith, goes to apprehend James but believes Oliver when he falsely confesses

Frederick

literature teacher

nice to them I guess

Gwendolyn

drama teacher

thinks she’s got everyone figured out

bosy, scary, extravagant lady

Camillo

school combat choreographer

ends up with Pip

Colin

“look, there are other people at this school”

talented third-year

turned gay by Alexander

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I believe I'm being fairly good faith and putting in information we get from the books. So I hope now I'm understood when I say that IWWV's characters aren't much of characters.

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