#And I do still like her little paws and such - I've really fallen in love with the heart/bodice shape however you want to call it
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Very important to implement a goof-off break (Patreon)
#Doodles#Original#Cure#Youuuu sheeeeee#This guy I swear#Lol no she's fine she's just Very - but she's that by design that's how she's always been#She's cutesing around as usual - tho something feels off in that first one hmmm#Is it the lack of eyelid shine? Possibly...#Well whatever it is I'm happy with the rest so it's fine#And I do still like her little paws and such - I've really fallen in love with the heart/bodice shape however you want to call it#Definitely not part of her initial design but it's very her I feel so I'm glad for it it's a design element that has carryover forever now#Just casually y'know lol#My edits even trick my own eye 'cause I'm like ''Wow her lines are so clean she looks so easy to draw'' - I did that in post!#She is fairly easy to draw tho she's good shapes :)#Had a lot of fun drawing her laid out lol horizontal poses tend to be quite fun#And the shapes feel continuous! So often I'll have it where the obscured leg just goes off to space completely unaffixed from the rest#Not here tho I'm pleased :)#It's funny 'cause I tend to draw Cure as being oddly serious - yes smiley and weird but she's actually fairly even tempered!#So it's nice to doodle her having genuine simple fun :) Just enjoying movement hehe slides are fun!#I'm imagining water slide-style type slides just without the water - very twisty and wiggly haha#She's still a plush tho despite being a bear she's not the biggest fan of water#Continuing to try and practice full-bodies at least as much as my spacing will allow lol#Posing's fun like that ♪#I haven't been using it lately so I think it stands out a lot more in that last one but without her little bracelet thing#I feel like the ribbon makes it more obvious that she generally only has An accessory at a time#I guess her arm is obscured she Could be wearing it there lol covered in ribbons!#It's cute but I like her simplicity best haha
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cheesesteakphil · 2 years ago
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OGHHH orlifa and/or floofty!! 💝🦾💔
I'll just stick to Orlifa for this! Keeping it to OC's :)
💝Love language headcanon
I think I've mentioned a few times that Orlifa's love language is heavily seated in acts of service. I like to think sometimes if she's recently visited Elorana's bakery she'll get REALLY invested in making treats for everyone she knows. To a point where either her mom had to tell her to stop using all her ingredients when she was still living with them, and then Floofty telling them to stop spending all their money on ingredients politely (but not being too upset because they secretly love getting to try everything she makes)
🦾Disability headcanon
Orlifa has a learning disability, Dyscalculia! (like me! A deficit in the brain imparing the processing of number-related information) While the severity of it can vary along with how it presents itself, for Orlifa, she has most difficulty understanding math equations and is incapable of doing mental math, absolutely dogshit at judging the amount of time tasks will take, kinda clumsy too (trips over her own feet a lot lol). But doesn't have some of the other more common traits, despite the math struggles she has absolutely no issues when it comes to counting/organizing money, can read 24 hour clocks just fine (unlike me lol)
She's learned to adapt with this and through school/uni keeps a giant notebook with her that has various math equation explanations she can refer to (VERY useful) while working and always has a mini calculator nearby (and still counts with her paws, Floofty finds this cute). Nothing will stop her clumsiness though but it's never bad to the point she's ever like, completely fallen over or it's a hinderance to daily life. Just a little stumble or wobble every now and then. She usually just laughs it off, it doesn't bother her.
She's just like me fr :)
💔Angst headcanon
I do have one I've been thinking about recently but that one is an altered projection of a personal experience, and I think I'd like to keep that one to myself for now, so I will share another headcanon.
During her time on snaktooth, Orlifa's research into her bugsnax allergy DOES return some sucess, enough to the point she experiments with attempting to make an antihistamine, and manages to turn her paw into a strabby with none of her original side effects besides some slight nausea, but it was such an unsettling experience for her she essentially had a panic attack and refused to leave her hut until the snakification wore off. Took a LOT of folk to calm her down. Floofty tried to make a joke that they could always help with amputation now they had the experience but that completely backfired because she almost agreed to it and Floofty was no longer allowed to enter Orlifa's hut unsupervised by orders of Filbo.
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genericmedicv2 · 1 year ago
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Long post, sad post. 14 followers, basically all porn bots. Relics from a different time, don't know why I'm bothering to warn anyone. I wanted to write something and chose this old account I used to find niche porn back in the day. Nobody who knows me knows this account, so it's perfect for venting. I basically never posted shit about myself on here and I've never cared to. I just never really got into Tumblr too much despite making two accounts.
I miss my cat. She died in April. Her name was Sassy. And I basically can't look at any videos of cats very obviously loving their owners a lot because that shit kills me inside now. I used to have that. No amount of time will make the loss of my best and truest friend hurt any less.
Now to talk about the good things about her.
She used to do this thing where if I made a little kiss noise twice, she'd twitch her ears and look at me. She knew I wanted her attention when I did that. She would even give me her forehead for kisses when I made that noise. She did the same for me saying "hey" or her name. She knew what "I'm getting up" meant when she was sitting on my lap. She knew how to stare at my mom to get her to yell for me to come into the other room so I could pet her. She would wait for me to wake up so she could get her kisses and food for the morning. She would sniff everything I held up to her. When I'd get home from work, I'd let her smell my boots and my hands, so she could smell where I'd been. So she could smell my adventures.
She used to be an indoor/outdoor cat, and when we'd get her to come in we'd whistle. She would come from all sorts of different directions. Across the road, left, right of the front door. She's been on both my neighbors roof, and mine. She'd scratch on the window screens to let us know she wanted in.
She was so curious and inquisitive. She loved being picked up, but only by me. She'd fallen asleep in my arms on many occasions. She was chatty. She would chime in on conversations across the house. She would talk back with these little chirps when you'd be talking to her while petting her. She had this double meow she'd do when she was especially happy. She had such emotion, such love behind her eyes.
Losing her was the hardest day I've ever been through. It's been such a long, what, two months? I honestly think I would've preferred dying instead of her. I never could've pictured life without her. How lonely it could get. She got sick out of nowhere. Throwing up for no reason. Eating her litter (the clay stuff). We assumed it was just weird cat things that cats do. It was kidney failure. She was suffering and didn't show it. When we found out, it was four days until we could get her suffering to end. She slept right by Mom until we took her on her last vet visit. She lost her vision a little, a day or two before she passed. It was heart breaking. God, it was so hard watching her struggle to navigate this house she was essentially the master of. Watching her miss to pee in her litter box.
The night before, she hopped up on my bed to see me. I'd like to think that she knew. She knew and came to say goodbye while she still could.
On her last day, I was with her until the end, petting her and holding her paw, telling her how much I love her and how good of a girl she was.
She died on the 4th, at 12:04 PM. She was 19 years old.
We buried her in the backyard, where she was happiest, underneath a branch of her favorite climbing tree; with her toys, her treats, and my cut-off ponytail, so I would always be with her, and the corner of a potato chip bag (she LOVED rubbing her nose on the corners of chip bags).
We wrapped her in half of my childhood quilt/blanket that she loved sleeping on. Specifically, with the fluffy side facing her. We placed a stepping stone on top to serve as a grave stone, and I placed her food bowl she used for nearly all her life on top of it. I couldn't give it to another cat, or use it myself. It was hers.
She was my best friend, and I'll never stop missing her.
I love you, Sassy. You'll always be the queen of the backyard. I hope you're napping peacefully. I'll see you again someday. In another life, maybe.
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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago
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San let out a small cooing sound as he watched the baby in his arms gobble down the milk in his bottle at an increasingly fast speed. Gently, he pulled the bottle away to give the infant time to swallow what he had without having any sort of accidents occur. The baby, not appreciating having his dinner taken away from him, let out a displeased squeal, fist raising up in the air while his legs began to kick out in frustration. Chuckling softly, San adjusted him so he wouldn't accidentally drop him or the bottle, the latter which would probably conclude in the child throwing a full blown tantrum.
"There there. I know you're a little glutton, but I can't let you drink all the milk in one go. I'm still traumatized from the time it all went to your lungs."
Whimpering softly, the boy's fist relaxed and began to clasp and unclasp itself as it tried to reach for the bottle. With a small pout forming on his face, San gave in and once again placed the rubber sucker near his son's mouth, which immediately opened and began gurgling down the lactose contents in the bottle. Withing seconds, the baby finished his meal. Holding him up, San began to pat him on the back, a satisfied smile on his face when his son emitted the faintest burp out of his throat.
"Ok, you're fed, your diaper was changed 15 minutes ago, am I missing something?"
The baby remained quiet as usual, unable to yet respond to his father's inquiry.
"I'll take that as a no then."
Kissing the top of his head and nuzzling his nose against the baby's, San moved over to where the crib was, ready to put the baby inside it so he could sleep. He carefully layed him down and pulled the blue Eeyore blanket Yeosang had gotten for him. Grabbing one of the tiny stuffed plushies, San tucked it under the baby's arm.
"Now you have a sleeping buddy."
Looking at the plush with a grimace, the baby threw the plush rather hard, hitting San on the side of his face.
"Damn son. A simple I don't like it would have sufficed."
He looked around, searching for something that he would like, but unlike himself who adored any plushie, his son was rather picky about his sleeping companions. As he was bending down to look in the treasure chest containing all his toys, he immediately shot up when he heard the baby let out a tiny shriek, nearly tripping on himself as he went to inspect what was the problem. San blinked slowly as the baby currently had his arms latched around Byeol's neck, rubbing his cheek on the top of her furry head, mouth opening up in a squealing giggle when her ears tickled along his nose. The siamese seemed completely unbothered by this, her eyes closing as her paw rested on the infant's tummy, a soft and low purr barely audible unless one payed close attention. Scratching under her chin, San smiled down at the heart fluttering image.
"Thank you for taking over babygirl."
After she let out a tiny meow, San now made his way out of the nursery to go into the adjoining room next to it, making sure to leave the door cracked open a little in case anything happened. He made so little noise as he entered the bedroom that his wife didn't even notice him as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her hands poking around her belly area, a dissatisfied look on her face. San breathed out a disheartened sigh through his nose as he knew very well what was probably going through her mind. Slowly he came up behind her, startling her when he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Hey beautiful." He greeted her with a kiss to her temple, a light giggle coming out from him.
Forcing a small smile onto her face, she gently moved his hands away from where they were, looking down embarrassingly.
"Let's go to sleep."
Saying those 4 words, Y/N crossed her arms protectively across her chest. Getting into the bed, she layed on her side, facing away from San yet again as she had been doing the past few days. Laying next to her, he scooted his body closer to hers. When she tried to shrink away from his touch, he merely pulled her against him, fingers brushing some of her fallen hair out of her shoulder. His lips began to pepper tiny butterfly kisses across her bare skin, starting from the top of her shoulder and working his way to her neck. Y/N shifted slightly, all those months of not being touched like that since she got pregnant and after having the baby suddenly made her aware how needy she was, how much she craved for San to touch her, hold her, fill her up once again.
But when he moved his hand back towards her stomach, she felt self conscious and pulled away from him.
"San .....please don't." She pleaded at him, her eyes already brimming with tears.
Shocked by her refusal, San sat up.
"Darling what's wrong? Please tell me." He asked her.
Y/N let out a tiny huff.
"Just forget about it....it's stupid anyways."
Frowning slightly, San reached a hand out to stroke his wife's cheek. His stroke was extremely delicate, as if he was caressing a fragile and valuable vessel that could break at any moment. In a way, that's what Y/N was to him.
"Is it cause you don't love your body? Are you self conscious after having the baby?"
Whipping her head around, she wiped some of the fallen tears off her eyes.
"How did you..?"
"I'm not dumb or oblivious Y/N. I see the way you look at yourself in the mirror sometimes." He answered her.
Feeling even worse, Y/N sank back down on the bed, lip quivering in an attempt to stop herself from crying.
"I'm fat and ugly aren't I?"
Hearing her talk about herself with such disdainful comments broke San's heart. Moving himself so he was hovering above her body, he cupped both of her cheeks and looked her straight in the eye.
"You're not fat and you're certainly not ugly. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and will ever see. And I'm sorry that I failed in not letting you believe that..."
Stooping his face down, he captured her lips in a yearning kiss that had both of their hearts fluttering like the first time they had ever kissed each other. San did not pull away for a long time and when he did, it was only to peck her lips a couple times as he pressed his forehead against hers.
"So let me do that right now."
As he began to kiss along her jawline, Y/N tilted her head back and ran her fingers through his hair.
"San-Sannie? Could you please turn off the light though?" She hesitantly asked.
Letting out a smug laugh, San pushed himself up so he could pull the blankets off their bodies.
"Sorry darling. Tonight I want to see all of you with no covers and in full light. Let me see your entire beauty."
San's hands worked quickly to remove all the articles of clothing that covered Y/N's body. Once her panties were discarded onto the pile on the floor, he looked back at his wife and took in the sight of her naked. Harshly sucking in a breath, he bit down on his lower lip and released a low moan.
"Fuck it's been way too long. Far too long if you ask me."
Tilting her head to allow him easier access, Y/N was already melting from San's kisses across her neck. His hands were already groping down on her breasts, feeling squishier and more tender due to all the milk they had been producing since pregnancy. As soon as his thumbs began tweaking at her nipples, she arched her back and stifled back a whimper, but San's ears still caught it.
"They're really sensitive aren't they love?" His eyes looked up at her as his tongue teasingly swiped across one of her sensitive buds.
Y/N's head nodded in a needy way. Her hands cupped San's chin to press his face against her chest, her swollen breast nearly smothering him. Letting out a heavy groan, San squished her boobs together, watching them jiggle against each other. He'd release them to watch as they bounced against her body before picking them up again.
"Fucking hell, they got so damn huge." He licked his lips.
Taking hold of his hands, Y/N guided his movements so he could massage them as she wanted him to. As Y/N looked up at her husband, she felt shy about what she was about for ask him to do. Seeing her bite down on her lip, San knew there was something on her mind. Bending over to kiss along the sides of her neck, his warm breath ghosted near her ear.
"Tell me what you want babygirl, I want to fulfill your desires." His voice lowered significantly, making her pool even more in between her thighs.
"Sannie...please suck my tits."
Pulling back, he looked at her with a worried expression, no doubt wondering if it would be ok. Pecking his lips, she began to calm his worries.
"It'll be fine, just please, wanna feel your mouth around them."
Not needing any further coercion, San dipped his face and buried his face in her breasts. First paying attention to one, he began kissing it as the other hands fondled the other one. Slowly he opened his mouth and latched it down onto her nipple, giving it an experimental suckle before going any further. Noticing the way she inhaled deeply and pushed her chest more outwards, he then took more of her of in his mouth. Relaxing his jaw, he continued a pattern of flicking and swiping his tongue around her areolas before gripping in his palms and fingertips as sucking sounds come out of his mouth. Soon enough, he felt a thin, watery liquid start to come out of her. Y/N couldn't help but giggle as her husband moaned out an 'oh my god' before his mouth began pumping more of her breast milk out of her body. His oral ministrations on her nipple became more languidly as he was savoring the sweet fluid that he gulped down his throat. Not just San, Y/N's breathing became more ragged and she felt more aroused than she wanted to admit.
"Sannie, don't forget to pay attention to the other one." She reminded as she petted his hair.
Switching over to the other side, this time the latching of his lips was more sloppy and his suckling more desperate. It seemed he couldn't get enough of her milk. Muffled grunts and moans could be heard whenever he gave a particular long suck at her skin. He never imagined that feeding on Y/N's lactating milk could turn him on so much. Releasing her nipple with a loud popping sound, he panted as some of the white liquid trickled down his chin.
"Now I understand why our son is always hungry."
They both couldn't help but laugh softly at his cute little joke. Even as he began peppering kisses down her sternum to her stomach, he was still a giggling mess. Once he got to her lower abdomen, he took his time to trace each and every stretch mark that adorned it. Although he knew she hated them, he thought they were remarkably beautiful, even more so since he knew how she got them. He made sure to kiss all around that part of her body with tenderness and adoration.
"I don't know why you hide them. They're gorgeous...."
Pausing, he looked back up at her, a light twinkle in his eyes as he smiled fondly to her.
"You're gorgeous. Absolutely stunning."
Blushing intensely, Y/N couldn't help but hide her face with her hands
"Really?" She piped out.
Stooping down once again, San dragged his mouth along her hips bones.
"Yes. Even more so now. I still can't believe that you actually carried our son in here, I'm still amazed you did. And these scars..."
Tracing along the lines, he couldn't keep the stupid grin off his face.
"Are a reminder that you did. And everytime I see them, I'll remember all those months of waiting and taking care of you until you gave me the greatest present you could give me. Thank you love."
Feeling overcome with emotions, Y/N couldn't help but let tears fall down her cheeks at her husband's words. Not yet finished with his praises, San now began kissing up her inner thighs, teeth grazing along the most sensitive parts of her skin.
"You have no idea how crazy I am about you. Even after all this time, I still want you like the first day I saw you. Hell I think I desire you even more now than back then love. I go insane every time I look at you. I can't believe you're all mine."
Pushing her legs up, his hands firmly gripped the back of her thighs as his face began to dive into her glistening cavern.
"All mine."
Y/N couldn't keep her body from jolting up when San's tongue licked up her folds. Every swipe of his tongue along her slit had her toes curling. She couldn't remember the last time he had eaten her out this way. She couldn't help but buck her hips up against his face whenever his mouth opened and closed over her clit, the humming sounds he was making sending waves of shock up her body. San didn't mind at all when her fingers began to harshly tug at his hair, it only made him smile in satisfaction against her mound. By the way her thighs were trying to close around his head, he knew she was definitely enjoying herself. The lewd whimpering she was releasing was further indication that she was about to spill herself onto him at any moment and although San would have loved nothing more than to have her cum all over his face, he really preferred something else right now.
With great effort, he detached his mouth from her core, chuckling in a teasing manner when Y/N's mouth dropped open, looking somewhat pissed by the fact he denied her the much anticipated orgasm she hadn't felt in a long time. Pulling his shirt over his head, San licked his lips and winked at the woman underneath him, whose eyes sprang up when he rid himself of his bottoms and his erect cock sprang free.
"Missed this darling?"
He teased her as he ran the head along her folds, coating it with her slick to act as extra lubrication for them. Propping herself up on her elbows to get a better view of him pushing inside her, both of them spewed out hisses and small mutters when his member was fully sheathed inside her walls.
"Ok hold on....give me a second....fuck! It's been way too long."
Y/N could only let out a groan in agreement to his words. Once they both settled down, San began a rather tame and mellow pace, pulling out completely before stuffing himself back inside her. Her legs were already trembling everytime he pushed back in, his tip rubbing against her g-spot due to the way he angled his hips upwards. His fingers were harshly digging into her thighs, surely about to leave tiny purple marks on the days to come. Y/N's hands reached upwards to grip on San's forearms as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Sannie...please... faster."
Halting his movements briefly, San took hold of her legs and wrapped them around his waist, a sinister smile on his face.
"Don't say you didn't ask for it."
Her breath got caught in her throat when he began slamming his hips against hers, back arching and breasts bouncing with every thrust he was making. San felt like he was in heaven once more, feeling his lover clench around his length as the two became connected as one yet again. He missed the euphoric feeling of both giving and receiving such an overwhelming pleasure. He couldn't contain the heavy panting coming out of his mouth although he tried to keep his voice down so as to not wake up the baby sleeping in the next room. Thumb reaching down, he began to circle it around Y/N's pink nub, making her flinch and tremble at the added sensation.
"San! I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that!" She warned him.
"Oh? Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Make a mess all over me?"
Throwing her head back into the pillow, Y/N shut her eyes tightly, mouth struggling to stifle back whimpered shrieks as San hit harder and deeper in her.
"San- don't t-tease me.." She said through tear stained eyes.
"Trust me I'm not love. Just wanna make you feel good, have you cum all over me and then spill my load into you."
Growling softly, he placed his hand on top of her stomach, gently caressing it with his fingers as he looked down at his partner.
"Gonna cum inside you once more love. Gonna fill this pussy up with my seed and get you knocked up again. Would you like that?"
"Oh my-" Y/N clutched at the sheets underneath her, feeling herself on the brink of toppling over the edge due to his dirty talk.
"Yeah you want that? I'll make sure you're pregnant again. Looking all pretty and cute with a swollen belly once again. Carrying another child of mine. Fuck!"
Unable to hold back anymore, San frantically plunged himself deeper in her walls quickly sending them both over the edge at the same time. Y/N's legs quivered and her body shook uncontrollably as the long forgotten feeling of a high took over her completely. San couldn't help but chant out a series of 'oh my gods' as his hips sputtered and he coated her pussy with his cum that gushed out and filled her to the brim, some of it spurting out as he continued to move inside her, helping them both ride out their orgasms.
Movements getting slower until stopping completely, San leaned down to kiss Y/N once again, fervently and passionately.
"I love you so much." He declared, a wide smile sprawling across his handsome face.
"I know....I love you too San."
San kissed her forehead before rolling over and pulling her on top of him.
"You're absolutely perfect darling. Don't ever forget that." He complimented her.
Although she felt embarrased and shy at his words, she played it off with a light scoff and roll of her eyes.
"Are you just saying that so that I'll agree to another round?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I mean...... I'm not saying no...and we do have all night." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
"He might wake up at any moment now." She nudged her head towards the direction of the nursery.
"Oh don't worry about him, Byeol's taking over night shift tonight."
Y/N let out a squeak when San sat up and positioned her on top of his cock before sliding her down on it.
"And I'm not done with making love to the most beautiful woman in the world."
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i want to give lucas a teddy bear and a blanket after that last one. can we get another cute drabble?
"I got you a little surprise," Mina mused, lips already tilted with a smile and hands behind her back holding a shopping bag.
"Surprise?" Lukas questioned, turning to face her with pruning scissors between lithe fingers; plant clippings stuck to the knitting of his sweater.
"You've been busy," She teased with a soft breath of amusement, reaching out to pick leaves off of his chest. "Tending to the plant children."
"They're due, it's getting cold out," Lukas hummed and Mina raised the bag in front of him, holding it for him to take.
"Don't laugh, okay?" She took his hand once he'd taken the package from her and pulled him over to the end of their bed. Once neatly seated, she waited in excited anticipation.
"Why would I laugh? It's a gift, right?" He dug into the bag, past the tissue paper and when his fingers found something plush, he pulled it out of its confinements.
The first item was a bear. A champagne brown, faux-furred bear with a small pink heart instead of a black-tipped nose. It wasn't too large, just about the size of a decorative pillow but already, he found himself petting over the fabric to feel its texture.
"I know I'm going to be gone for a few days.. And I ah-.." It was rare but when he'd turned to look at Mina, she was embarrassed. It was hard to tell when it took so long for color to meet her cheeks. But he knew, just by how she looked away and tucked hair behind her ear.
"I know you haven't been alone, slept alone, in a long time so I wanted to get you something comforting." She reached into the bag and gently unfolded a blanket, made of the safe faux fur and a matching golden color.
Lukas looked at her in a lingering question as she wrapped the large throw around his shoulders and head, tucking him into them. He stared up at her and for another instance, fell in love with the sight all over again.
She looked at him with such a warm, loving smile, and blanket-covered hands cupped his face, lips met his for a tender kiss.
"Thank you, Mina.." He mumbled softly, the vampiress still lingering close. "I don't think it's funny, I-I actually feel like crying a little bit.."
When he wrapped his arms around her waist, she gave a push of her feet and sent them both back onto the bed. She curled into the blanket with him and gave an affectionate pat to the stuffed toy.
"I've already told him, to take good care of you while I'm gone," Mina poked the heart-shaped nose and when she turned to Lukas again, her brows pinched in slight distress.
Tears had finally fallen from garden-green eyes and before he could wipe them away, a fuzzy paw was dabbed at his cheek and he didn't fight the smile it provoked.
"Are twose hwappy twears?" A small, playful voice from the vampiress, as if she was talking to a small child and this time it earned a timid laugh.
"Y-Yeah, Yeah," He assured, finally assisting in wiping his face with his sleeve as he gave a small snuff of his nose. "I'm happy, I'm just- You really touched my soft bone, I guess. I don't know if I've ever had a teddy bear-"
"What?" Mina blurted aloud, unable to hold back the surprise in her voice. "Not even as a child?"
"Uhh.. No, not that I can remember.. In all fairness I probably thought they were dumb, I mean I remember some outside toys and some trucks but.."
"Then I'm really glad, that I thought of you when I saw it," She slid fingers into a resting hand and laced them with his, another hand pulling his blanket hood further over his head.
Mina rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes in a contented pause. "You're safe now, it's okay to find innocence again."
Lukas had felt shame for a lot of things in his life. For being born, for causing stress to his parents, for letting someone talk him into doing street drugs.
He felt shame when his body had first been taken by foreign hands when he grew to like it and ask for more and more abuse. His addiction brought him more shame than he'd ever felt for years.
But what he wasn't ashamed of, was his little golden bear.
At first, it was something that reminded him of Mina but soon, it became a staple of comfort and a token of consistency. It resembled a new life, it was an item that was solely his, and how he treated it was up to him.
The first night he was alone, roaming the vampiress' large, empty home; he thought of it. Returned to the soft blanket and bear, curled up on their king-sized bed to merely find warmth.
Lukas held the stuffed replica close, tucked deeply into the part of the bed that smelled like Mina the most. He was lonely but it was such a different contrast to being hopelessly stuck and lonely. He knew he'd be reunited with her, knew he'd see her, hold her again.
"Are you sure you're okay Lukas? You sound a little down."
"I'm alright, I just wanted to hear your voice, since you know.. I can do that now, thanks to you. Cellphones are great." Lukas gave a small laugh and even so, he earned a soft hum from the vampiress. Not buying into his facade.
"I miss you and I hope you know how much I love you."
She read through him like she'd been face to face and he held a curved smile for a moment as she did.
"I love you, Mina... And I miss you a lot more than I thought I would."
"Two more days and I'll be back home, I promise."
"I can't wait, this place is empty without you. But hey, don't let me keep you from sleeping tonight."
"No, don't hang up, just plug your phone in and sleep with me tonight."
"Are you sure? Won't that wake you up?" He wasn't adverse, in fact, he'd already reached for the cable beside his bed to plug the phone in and click off the lamp.
"No.. I can't sleep either, not without you."
Lukas curled deeper into the plush bedding and in his arms, was the teddy bear, snuggled closely to his chest where it felt the most comforting.
It wasn't quite Mina, but it did the trick. Even more so when the vampiress started to gently hum, how she'd done so many times when he seemed distressed. A habit picked up silently but never refused.
In fact, it lulled them both to sleep. Every single time.
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Waiting For A Star To Fall
Nikolai x Selina
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: minor angst and fluff, oral sex (m/f receiving), brief thigh riding, penetration, use of sex toys, language gif by @vousnavezrienvu
A/N: Selina and Nikolai's first date turns into more than they ever imagined. 
This took a stupid amount of time to write and became a pure labor of love. Thank you @magic-multicolored-miracle and @neuroticpuppy for being with me the ENTIRE way.  And @bisexualnathanyoung and @forenschik for being my guinea pig
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September 1992
Selina’s phone rang, but Sunny beat her to it as he threw himself over the arm of the futon in her minuscule apartment.  His elbow rammed into the wall, and Selina insisted he deserved it.
“Hello?” 
There was a momentary pause.  Selina stood cross-armed with a frown on her face.
“I don't recall anyone with that name living here.  It's just my sister, myself, and the guy from the sixth floor who was murdered in 1985.” 
“SUNNY!!” 
He waved her off,  “Why would I be fucking with you?  You called here.  My sister didn't give you this number, she's a virtual nun!  She's not one to take up with strange foreign men.”
Selina launched herself at her little brother.  He held the cordless phone above his head and levitated the ten feet towards the ceiling.  His legs curled up underneath so she couldn't grab him by the ankle. 
“UNFAIR!!”  
“EVOLUTIONARY ADVANTAGE!” he shouted and stuck out his tongue.  “You were saying?”
“You aren't evolution!  You're a science experiment that was implanted in our mother by The Men In Black.”
“Low blow.” Sunny flipped Selina off and went back to the caller.  “I mean that may or may not be the woman you ravished lakeside.  I know my sister is her own woman.  You scandalized her though.  I think you made her feel.. feelings.  Rude.” 
“NICKLAUS ELTON KOSTAS GIVE ME MY PHONE!”
He held up his hand.  “HEY! I can speak Russian you know.”  And then Sunny did for the next several minutes occasionally glancing down at his sister.  
Finally, he came back to the couch and held out the receiver to Selina.  “It's for you.  He's very perturbed, and Slavic.  And sexy.”
She yanked the phone from her brother and flipped him off.  “Klaus should've left you in 1989.”  Her voice softened and her cheeks flushed as she finally answered, “Hi.” 
Sunny hovered a few feet off the ground as Selina blabbered on in flirtatious Russian.  He sneered and poked fun at the way his sister wound her finger up in her hair and then released it.  When that didn't work, craving her attention, he began to hold an imaginary conversation with an exaggerated Russian accent.  
Selina threw the first thing she could at her little brother.  The remote control sailed across the room at Sunny who simply held up his hand, palm towards his sister.  The remote hung in the air like he did.  Then he narrowed his eyes which caused the object to lower to the floor. Selina sighed and returned to the conversation. 
“Wait, you wanna take me out?”  A pause.  “You don't have to repay me.  I'm just practicing for when I'm ethically obligated to save someone.” Pause. “Arsonists and thieves too!”  Selina smiled wide as the flames licked her cheeks and ears now.  “How attractive you are doesn't alter Samaritan laws, Nikolai.” 
Sunny rolled his eyes flabbergasted at how his sister’s entire demeanor changed the moment she began to speak to the Russian from Sway Lake.  She was being coy.  Dare he say seductive as she ignored everything he managed to garner attention.  
Sunny had always been the object of his sister’s devotion.  EVERYONE’S devotion really.  As the youngest of eight “children,” it was his birthright.�� Now here he was, slowly becoming Selina’s third favorite person.  Not a single soul, no matter how rakish or good in bed, would ever replace Leon. 
“Sure.  Yeah, I’d like that.”  Selina had a dopey grin on her face.  “Tonight?!  I mean can you even get reservations?”  “Trust you?  I don't know why I should, but I guess I will.  I'll meet you there. Do svidaniya, Nik.. KOLYA.”  
Selina hung up the phone and threw a pillow this time at Sunny.  He crashed to the floor having been caught off guard and rubbed his ass.  
“Just be HUMAN FOR FIVE MINUTES.” 
“I AM HUMAN!! I'M JUST.. Super.” 
“Super egotistical.”
“I can't help that the love of our parents turned me into a badass.” 
“I just pray Reginald never finds you.  You're the success to his failure with Klaus.”  Selina meant that last bit with her entire being.  “Now get out, I've a date tonight.” 
---
“Nikolai, I can't run that fast in these boots!”  Selina yelled as she desperately tried to catch up to her date.  She could hear a fast-approaching man behind her yelling obscenities in a dialect she wasn't familiar with.  Bulgarian or Lithuanian maybe. 
He stopped at the corner.  “We are wearing the same ones, look how fast I'm moving.  I think it must be the several rum and cokes you had.  Come,” Nikolai held out his hand, “we will go faster together.” 
Selina rolled her eyes but linked her hand with his.  Nikolai took off, and she started to laugh.  The exhilaration and adrenaline coursed through her veins.  Never in a million years would she have imagined dining and ditching.  
Nik was so calm as he spoke to the waiter in the dialect they were being bellowed at.  He never blinked.  Then the waiter nodded, took something from him and walked away.  Nikolai stood and clasped Selina’s hand and began to make his way towards the door. 
“Nikolai, shouldn't you pay?” 
There was a slight shake to his head.  He never looked back, just kept going with Selina tight to his side.  They made it to the door before they both had to give chase. 
Selina swung out into the street.  She waved and whistled loudly at an oncoming taxi.  To her shock, it stopped to pull over for them.  Nik was incredulous but had no choice except join his date as she yanked him inside the cab.  
“Bleecker and Christopher, please,” she instructed the taxi driver.  Selina turned to the Russian beside her,  “Are we going to break the law EVERY time we're together?”  
“Yes.  Like a new Bonnie and Clyde.”  Nikolai lifted the hand Selina hadn't realized he was still holding.  His lips brushed the back of it, “Without being shot to death by the FBI.” 
Selina's heart pounded in her ears.  She couldn't remember seeing anyone look attractive in the color orange.  Yet here was the man beside her, currently with a look she could only describe as voracious, pulling it off.  Her cheeks grew hot under the weight of his stare. 
“What?!” came out in an embarrassing giggle. 
“I cannot look at something beautiful?” 
“You don't have to lay it on THAT thick.  I'm taking you back to my apartment already.” 
“I'm not trying to trick you, Lina.  I think you are beautiful. I almost blew my own mission.  Especially under the moonlight.  You made me forget what I was doing.  Your willingness to allow me to do unspeakable things to your body helped,” he teased.  
Selina decided to play coy as the taxi stopped in front of her building.  “Let's see what happens under this month’s full moon.” 
---
Selina and Nikolai on the fire escape outside her living room window.  Selina a few beers in and a few steps above.  Nikolai nursing a beer of his own while settled between her knees.  His arm under her knee to snake around her calf.  His fingers mindlessly stroked her ankle to the naked foot dangling in his lap. 
They had fallen into a contented silence after nearly two hours of talking.  Sharing stories in Russian and English.  Nik’s curiosity about the photos and books and records she owned was endless.  Selina had a hard time keeping up and answering as he flitted along from keepsake to keepsake. 
Yes, that's Elton John.  Somehow he and her parents were old friends.  He dedicated “Your Song” to her parents every concert they went to.  Selina could never figure out why. 
The somehow dower, yet smiling man, with a giant cigar in his mouth that tossed Selina in the air while little Sunny hung from his back was her Godfather, Tom.  He had been a CIA agent that now lived in a cabin with his beautiful French wife, Ella.  That's where she had been  staying up at Sway Lake.  Yes he did always look like a lion with a thorn in his paw, but he was soft and kind and loving.  
The Lady Godiva on the horse was her mother, Honey, back when she frequented Studio 54.  Selina recalled her hair rivaled only Cher’s at that stage.  Raven colored and long enough to hide her naked body (barely) as she sat side saddle on the white mare.  Her head resting against the back of an equally nude man. Her one arm wrapped around his thin waist. 
Nope, Nik was totally not imagining things.  The man holding the reins did strongly resemble her brother and himself.  That was HER papa, Leon. His hair in perfectly wild curls to his shoulders. His face full of confidence and sex. 
The questions began to wear Selina down.  No one had ever been this inquisitive or interested in her life.  Her family.  Her.  The endless questions, punctuated by making out until their lips chapped, about her personally.  Then, between an anecdote about Luther and rollerskating and tongues fighting for dominance they stopped.  
Now Nikolai lifted Selina’s foot and kissed the top of it.  Then his mouth made its way up her shin.  When he reached her knee, Nik turned abruptly to face the woman behind him.  He set the bottle down on the windowsill before kneeling on the stairs.  He slid the hem of her dress up, fingers hooked into the fabric of her panties to tug them off.  He kissed her inner thigh before letting his tongue trace painfully slow along her sex. 
Selina could only grasp the railing.  Her fingers curved around the cold metal and she cried out in pleasure as Nikolai slipped his tongue inside of her.  
It slid in and out before eventually discovering her clit.  His hands on her ass so that he could pull her onto his face.  Encourage her to ride him as his tongue flicked in circles and then snaked in and out. 
Selina started to lose herself.  Her free hand tugged at Nik’s hair while her hips bucked and the spark grew.  She twitched and cried out louder as his mouth and tongue worked faster.  She opened her eyes to look down at the man keen to make her cum. 
Almost as if he could feel her eyes on him, Nikolai looked up at Selina.  She felt strange, shameless and used her own thumb to wipe away what was on his lips.  She sucked on it briefly then grabbed Nik by the shirt towards her.  Wanting for a kiss.  
Selina revelled in the way she tasted on his lips and inside her own mouth.  Like beer and bitterness.  She had never done that before Nikolai and the lake.  She wanted to do it again, and every time he went down on her.  She wanted to put him in her mouth.  To suck and lick and make him bend and writhe.  
She could, she thought, now.  Selina pushed Nik away at arms length meaning to have him sit on the stairs so she could give him head.  Her fingers deft at the belt buckle and buttons on his pants. She laughed full of nerves as he fumbled, THE OVERCONFIDENT RUSSIAN FUMBLED!! 
Nikolai fumbled with the buttons on his dress shirt before he finally came loose.  He yanked his pants and boxers over his hips and held his cock in his hand. Nik parted her legs and started to push inside, but Selina held up her hands.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you not want me to have sex with you?”  He was more shocked than angry. 
Selina ran her hands over his chest and stomach then up around his neck.  “I very much want to fuck you.” Nikolai huffed, but Selina continued, “I mean I've seen you naked and can't get over how fucking sexy you are.”  
“Then what is wrong?  Not here?  Maybe this is not comfortable for you.  We’ll go inside.”  He stood and held out his hand.
“It's probably the same as fucking on a bunch of sticks and acorns.”
Nikolai sniffed again at the use of the word “fucking.”  “Then what is wrong?”
Selina stood and climbed in through the windows.  Her date followed.  “There's an international health crisis.   A incurable disease that passes mostly via sex and fluids?” she shouted from her room as she rummaged through drawers. 
“Do you mean The..AIDS?  Is that not for,” he chose his words carefully, “The gay men?” 
Selina could tell Nik was more confused than anything.  She heard this all the time at the clinic where she volunteered. “Or you could be bisexual or pansexual like my brothers.  Contract it from a man and pass it to a female partner.”  
She appeared in the living room now with a small foil package.  “Or an IV drug user, also like my brother, and get it that way.” 
Selina started to unwrap the condom without noticing that Nikolai was standing completely nude in her living room.  “This is usually where most guys bail.  They're not interested in protection or rubbers.  Mostly just a pump and..” she looked up and paused in her tracks. She was distracted by his body and neck and eyes and jawline.  “Christ on a cracker.”
“What?”  he chuckled.  
“Sorry! I know. I know.  AIDS talk is a bummer.  I get this close to just.. sitting on a dick and I panic?  Everyone in my family got the sexual confidence memo but me.” 
“Why are you panicking now?  You did not freak out by Sway Lake.”  
Nikolai couldn't help the teasing in his voice.  He reached out for Selina to draw her close to his body.  His knee inside of her thighs just like that night.  
Now he unzipped and helped her out of the dress.  “I think it's very sexy when you talk like a nurse. So smart and commanding.”  His hands ran over her bare back and down to her ass as he brushed his nose along her neck up to her ear.  He nipped at the lobe, “That can be very erotic putting a condom on.” 
“Nik,” Selina could only squeak out.  Her body involuntarily started to rock back and forth. 
“It's Kolya.  In Russian we use end of names,” he breathed in her ear.  “Like your sister, Vanya.   Little Ivan.”
“Ok,” Selina didn't want to hear about Vanya right now.  Or Klaus.  Or Diego.  Instead she got down on her knees.  The condom was still in her hand as she used the other to hold his erection towards her mouth.
“Lina, what are you doing?”  
She looked up through her bangs, her tongue darted out to trace around the head of the cock.  “Sucking your dick.  What else does it look like?”  She took it fully in her mouth, letting the tip hit the back of her throat.  
“Fuck,” he mumbled in Russian.  “Dorogoya, stop.”  
Selina sat back with a popping sound, “Did I do it wrong?  I'm like, the LEAST experienced person in this family.”
“You don't have to be an expert.  A blow job is a blow job, we can practice another time.  I want to be inside of you.  And I have been very patient.”
Selina stood, but Nikolai lifted her completely off the ground.  She wrapped her arms and legs around him as they stumbled towards the futon.  Mouths and tongues at war as Nik sat her down on the cushions.  Selina held eye contact as she expertly unrolled the condom down the length of his cock.  She kissed his stomach as he noticeably shuddered.  
Nikolai let his fingers caress Selina’s bottom lip before crawling on top of her.  She still held his erection in her hand as he threw one of her legs over his shoulder.  He held her bent knee to the side as she taunted him with her sex.  Guiding it just inside before digging her nails into his ass so that he buried himself to the hilt. 
Selina clawed at his back as Nik started to undulate.  Over and over, further inside each time.  Their bodies rocked wildly as Selina’s muscles started to shake from the position she was in.  She clung to him desperately as he searched for her neck and chest with his lips.  
Nikolai’s mouth devoured one of her breasts.  He sucked and bit at Selina’s nipple.  She cried out in shock at the sensation.  The sound egged him on to go harder.  
“So you like that too?” His voice raspy in her cleavage. His suckling and biting increased.  She mewled in reply. 
Selina was worried that it wasn't working.  That she couldn't or wouldn't orgasm.  Not like she did when he went down on her.  How she hung from the cliff.  
She WAS being pleasured.  Nikolai was hitting the right spots, but she was so nervous about what she looked like under the lamplight.  His rhythm and pounding, it was pounding, into her was unmatched.  She cried out with exaggeration to indicate she had cum hoping he wouldn't notice. 
“Fuck!” he cried out and propped himself up by the back of the futon.  
Nik’s body arched while his hips made circular motion.  He spasmed and shuddered as his body immediately went into shut down mode.  His face covered in a sheen of sweat as he pressed his forehead into Selina’s neck then pecked it a few times. 
“I.. am sorry, Lina.” There was disappointment in the Russian’s voice as he held the condom so he could pull out.
“For what?”   Her arms and legs still enclosed around his back and hips.  
“You did not.. cum,” Nik’s eyes searched the woman below him.  “I should have tried better.  I just was so turned on by you.”  He swept the damp hair away from her forehead. 
“You were fine!  It was good.  Really good.  I got in my own head is all.  Maybe next time?” 
“You mean later tonight,” he winked then pecked the tip of her nose. “I won't leave until you are honestly screaming my name.”  There were four dimples Selina counted in his smile.  
“Then we’ll sleep on it first.” 
---- 
Selina tip toed out to the kitchen both starved and thirsty.  She thought about Nikolai's playful threat about not leaving until she got off and chuckled to herself.  Then she peered around the wall to see him asleep on the futon.  His mouth slightly agape and one hand under his cheek. 
Would it be so bad with him around all the time? She thought as she cracked open a beer.  To not be alone when she came home from a shift?  How nice it would be to have conversations with someone not “related” in some form or another. 
And Nikolai was interested in Selina.  He still dodged questions about himself, answering straightforwardly with no details.  She knew it was because he didn't trust her just yet.  It wasn't like she didn't have secrets of her own, but the more open she COULD be, the more she knew Nik would reciprocate.  It had to be lonely with only one confidante. 
Selina turned around and jumped a mile in the air.  “Motherfucker!”
Nikolai was casually leaning against the doorway watching her contemplate life and drinking a beer.  “She IS very sexy,” he replied with a cheeky grin. 
Selina rolled her eyes and walked towards her kitchen table to keep distance between herself and the Russian.  As if she were daring him to chase her.  Nik made her feel so contradictory.  In control and submissive.  Safe yet dangerous.  Lustful.  
There was no opposite to that, she realized.  The light from her small kitchen window illuminated the lines and definition of his chest and shoulders.  The collarbone that met in the middle and moved up into his thick neck with its Adam's Apple bobbing along as he swallowed.  A sharp intake of breath before he clenched his jaw.  
Selina’s heart pumped into her ears as he casually reached across the table for her, but she ducked out of the way.  His eyebrows knit together in confusion as they danced around for only a few moments until she allowed him to grab her by the elbow.  Her world stood still as he took her in his arms, back to his chest. 
“I have been thinking, rypka, about our little challenge,” Nikolai settled one hand on her breast which he massaged lightly paying close attention to her nipple.  His mouth somewhere behind her ear as his other hand dropped to her sex. 
A finger found its way inside of Selina and she lost the air in her lungs.  It curved and hooked before making a lazy swirl around her clit.  “Already?” was all she managed.  Her nails closed around his wrist and urged him on. 
“I would like to try a different way of having sex with you.  I just don't want you to be offended.”  
Nik let go of Selina and placed her arms on the tabletop.  He spread her hands out; bent her forward so that her top half was pressed into the wood surface.  Then he grabbed her hips so that her ass was flush with his hardened cock.
“No anal,” she moaned.  “Wear a condom,” another instruction. “Bathroom shelf.” She grazed against him. 
“If you insist,” Nikolai replied in Russian. “I will obey.”  
There was a playful slap on Selina’s ass, and she felt herself swell and throb.  A first time for everything. If she enjoyed it, wet from the sting of being struck, it was.. genetic.  
Her brothers, father, even Honey mentioned the occasional pain got them going.  Klaus and Sunny with varying degrees of punishment.  She knew from eavesdropping or snooping that her parents preferred it light: spanking or hair pulling.  Maybe she did as well.  Too vanilla to ask.  Inexperienced to what she wanted from a partner. 
“Do it again?” Selina tried not to sound desperate as Nikolai tore into the condom wrapper.  She almost presented herself to him as she felt the smooth surface on her cheek.
“What?” he was distracted.  There was a strange snap of latex as he adjusted it.  Then taunted Selina with the head of his cock.  He rubbed it along her slit, marveling at how easy it was to slide in. 
“Hitting me?” she asked timidly. 
“Why would I hit you?” Nikolai was offended.  His hand flat on Selina's back as it traveled to her neck and hair.  His fingers combed and intertwined with her dark waves then lightly tugged. 
Selina braced herself as he lost himself up to the hilt.  Nikolai's pelvis met her ass and pulled out to just the tip.  He repeated this until he gained friction.  Her head and hips were his anchor so he could thrust quicker. Their bodies make a clapping noise. 
“My ass.  Like you did.  Hit it.”  She was willing to try anything.  Wanted to cum for him.  She knew she could, she did it alone all the time.
“Really?” Nik was surprised.  His pace was even faster and the table started to creak under the motion.  “Did you like it then?” His hand cracked her flesh but only slightly harder than before.  
Selina cried out.  Her sex ached and was swollen.  Nikolai did it one more time, but she could tell it wasn't really his thing.  Sensed that it bothered him to be serious about erotic corporal punishment.  Playing was different.  His hand did tighten in her hair to bend her head back. 
“I don't know,” was all he mumbled in Russian.  
The hand that spanked Selina now encompassed her own on the table.  He bent to kiss her shoulder as he found his breakneck rhythm. 
“Then just go harder,” Selina found her voice now.  She relaxed and allowed her body to take how deeply he penetrated her.  His cock at that angle hitting a spot she found mythical. 
Nikolai railed into Selina.  The table and their bodies shook almost violently as he pounded into her.  His shaft lost until she felt a pressure in her womb.  He stood straight and clutched at the thick of her hips.  Her curves she inherited from her mother.  They cushioned her as his body and cock pleased her.  That spark and wave rolled over Selina like on the couch.  
They weren't quiet.  Both forgetting about neighbors as Selina mewled and screamed out. Nikolai growled and uttered obscenities in his first language.  They were certain this would be it, that Selina would orgasm and Nik would feel satisfied that he could please her.  
Instead, his body violently shuddered as he exploded inside the condom.  His muscles and adrenaline gave way to Nik almost collapsing on top of Selina.  He faltered prior to catching her up in his arms again.  He held her and whispered apologies to her as they kissed. 
“Kolya,” she whispered back.  “It's fine.  I was really close.  We have other times to  experiment.”  Selina swept his damp curls back. 
Nikolai leaned into her hand, “You want to keep being with me?” 
“That's what dating is,” she laughed under her breath. “I like being with you.  I wanna know more about YOU though.  Come on,” Selina took his hand.  “Let's actually go to bed and talk.”
---
Selina reached blindly for Nikolai after her alarm went off.  Sitting up, she slammed the clock and turned to see an empty space on the side of the bed he had fallen asleep on. 
She knew he wasn't obligated to be there when she woke up.  This time waking up alone left a weird knot in her stomach.  
“Fuck,” she tossed herself back and threw a pillow over her head to scream.  Her arms and legs failed around like a toddler throwing a fit. 
How long was enough before she called him?  Would he just disappear now? Klaus called it, funnily enough, ghosting.  Why did everything Nik say tread a weird line between romantic and calculating?  And why did Selina want him to keep saying things, anything at all, to her? 
How does someone know they're falling in love? How did Honey and Leon?  Klaus and Dave.  Allison and Ray.  Diego and Patch or Lila.  Vanya and Sissy.  Uncle Tom and Aunt Ella.  Poor Luther.
Selina’s family had a knack for impulsive behavior when it came to attraction.  Her mom moved to a foreign country with a man she had slept with for money.  Klaus fought in Vietnam for a closeted man that kissed him once. Sunny went home with, to Selina’s chagrin, anyone who showered him with the simplest of affection. And Selina had laid down and spread her legs for a Russian committing arson.  
“Lina you are awake?” Nikolai asked from the other room. 
She threw a bathrobe on and wandered into the kitchen.  “You came back.”
Nik was reaching above her tiny sink for coffee mugs and plates.  “Did you not want me to?”
He set the dishes out and opened a box to pull out some pastries and bagels.  Then poured coffee and handed Selina the cup. 
“I wasn’t sure what you liked,” he offered her the plate.  “Greek, Italian and Russian,” a satisfied grin flashed across his face.
“Well that was kind of you,” she smiled back and helped herself to a cannoli and Russian tea cookie.  “Yes, I wanted you to come back. I think I kinda always do?” she questioned her own intentions with a mouthful of pastry. 
Nik leaned over and kissed Selina.  His tongue darted out to taste the sweet ricotta filling on her lips; she reciprocated.  Her own slipping to the back of his mouth to catch him off guard. Nik steadied himself on her hips. 
There was a muddled sound of pleasure when Selina’s fingers unbuttoned Nikolai’s shirt in expert time.  Their mouths never separated as she went to work on his belt and pants as he struggled to take his boots off. 
“This was not my plan for this morning,” Nik breathed heavily in Russian. 
“I'm just really interested in us reaching that goal,” Selina helped him out of his clothes.  
Kissing again, they could feel their lips start to chap already as Selina began backing Nik into her room until he hit the foot of her bed.  As he leaned back, she climbed on his lap.  Her hands seized his cock and settled it in the folds of her sex.  Selina rolled her hips.
“What are you doing!?” Nikolai could only cry out. Astonished by the lack of a condom.  
“I'm sick of being the safe one,” she raised up on her knees so that she was above him.  Her hands on his face and neck as she snaked her tongue to the back of his teeth again.  
Selina shoved him back on the bed and threw off her robe.  She straddled Nikolai like a woman possessed, took his hands and placed them on her breasts as she rode him.  Still not penetrated.
Nik lost himself for a moment.  He massaged the breasts.  One hand teased a nipple, pinched it,  before sitting up to devour it.  Selina held him to her chest, clung to the hair on the back of his head and pulled in her excitement.  Her fingers found the gnarly scar and she rocked harder on his lap. 
“I want you to fuck me until I cum.” 
Nikolai looked up and held her back, “It is not fucking at this point.  Not for me, Lina.  Also you must not compromise your principles for anyone.  I do not want this for you.”  
Selina groaned with exasperation.  Her walls were swollen and slick and wanting.  “It's not a compromise, Nik.  Everyone jumps in my family and trusts they’ll fly while I stand on the cliff pacing back and forth.” 
He blinked, mouth just slightly agape.  That face.  Selina knew that face.  She loved that face.  She loved this face. “Lina, you are extraordinary.  You don't need to have a big life just yet.  It will happen.” 
“Kolya,” her words softer now as she relaxed, “I love you.”
“Do you?!” a dopey grin spread across Nikolai's face.  “It is the same for me I think?  I've never done this, you know.  “That I love you.”  
He kissed Selina before turning under her to rummage around the nightstand drawer. “Now we will go back to the way you prefer?  If I need to I will get..” he stopped and held something aloft.  Now his smile and dimples were devilish. 
He studied it before making it buzz with a push of a button.  “Pocket Rocket?! Lina, are you secretly naughty?" he giggled. 
"I don't think it's a secret to you anymore,” she reached for it.  Her cheeks turned red. 
"Who do you fantasize about when you use it?" Nikolai held it to Selina’s breasts.  He watched with fascination as her nipples hardened.  He let it travel over her stomach and back up. 
Selina moaned and twisted. "You're just trying to get me to say you, but I've had it since I turned twenty.  So mostly you know.. Keanu Reeves..”  
“But not me?" his eyebrow cocked.  Nikolai traced the vibrator along her hips and over her pelvic bone.  
"Once in a while,” her words came out breathless.
"As a Russian, I'm already superior at using it because rocket?” he waggled his brows now.  “We can now?  With you on top?”
The toy found her slit and slid inside easily.  It buzzed and made the air rush out of Selina’s lungs.  She dug her nails into Nikolai's chest while he started to use the vibrator to have sex with her.  Found a pattern of in and out while she bucked and writhed.  
Selina reached back to anchor herself on one of Nik’s thighs. It allowed him better access to her clit.  He Marveled at the way she agonized under his hand as it manipulated her.  His free hand on her ass to coax her faster as SHE undulated now as he had done on the couch.  Her hips danced separately from her upper half.
Nikolai rolled Selina on her back all of a sudden.  Her hair hung off the bed as he propped up on an elbow.  He worked the vibrator in circles.  In and out of her slick walls before going after the clit.  
Selina got tangled up in the sheets as she felt a warmth spread from her stomach to her sex.  Her thighs started to tighten around Nik's hand as she thrust her hips off the bed.  Eyes clamped shut as the first wave washed over her body.  Neck exposed for him to suck and bite which urged another orgasm to burn through her.  
Nikolai was stunned by her silence.  Selina’s mouth opened in a silent cry as she came a third time in succession.  This last time she managed a strangled scream of his name which he swallowed with a kiss.  
A shiver ran through Selina while she relaxed.  Her fingers traced patterns along Nikolai's bicep as her eyes closed.  Cumming was like a sedative.  Nikolai cupping her face and drawing it to his for a lazy kiss was a sedative.  The rain she had no idea was pouring in buckets outside her window was also a sedative.  
The vibrator continued buzzing until it didn't.  The room grew quiet save for the breaths that came from Nik’s nose.  Still heavy with his still hardened bulge pressed into Selina’s hip.  There was no move to get on top of her.  To have sex with her so he, too, could cum.  She started to idly jerk him off. 
“Lina stop,” he gently took her hand.  “This was about you, not me.  It'll go away eventually.  Like I will,” he said that last bit with a challenge in his voice.  
Selina curled on her side towards Nikolai.  “Or maybe don't go?” 
“Ty khochesh', chtoby ya ostalsya?” You want me to stay?
“Po krayney mere, yeshche odno polnoluniye.”
At least one more full moon.
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nightwingvixen23 · 4 years ago
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Pairing : DamiJon fanfic in their later teens
Little Vixen Side Note : Wrote this piece a few nights ago when I couldn't sleep and came across the dark version of Cant Help Falling In Love; which is what I wrote it to
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A speeding bullet of black, yellow and green. He blew ahead of me in a chase throughout the thick of winter. Skeletal remains of my heart began to drop, all signs of epic violence tittering around us in pursuance of the two malefactors we had just minutes prior unmasked who's carnage stained hands were laying hell into the legs of a screaming woman, in attempts at victimizing her to a two-sided brutality. And though be as it may, with her browbeaten crying, this ambushed petite woman of golden curls had torn like a vicious feline to free herself from the drooling lock jaws of famished wolves refusing to die in this wasted city. Then she'd stopped. She'd turned her head towards us. And it was with that act of final defeat, the deadlock of her blue eyes onto Damians, that had been a tethering of empathetic steel.
In that moment, I'd witnessed the city burn within his eyes. A revival of Pompeii, humans choking on ash; and it was by his hand that carried out was this biblical apocalypse. I mean, you can only stand to see so many weeds in your garden before getting tired of yanking them out by hand and simply just mowing over it all to start fresh.
I'd numbly watched Robin free the woman who'd scurried down the dark street (purse and shoe forgotten like a broken Cinderella) and analyzed where the rules of these unbidden streets lingered any longer ? A wasted land left starved of God's Love long ago, and so us as his children are outcasts in regards to just how mortality works. This is The Devils playground now where we've adapted into calling out Love, not by the blossoming virtue of a budding rose, but by the cut of it's petalless thorns; where the only splash of red comes at the blooming of our own blood. 
What else to do with pain than to make it our art form, our very own self worth. To turn it into a purpose and to make that purpose something beautiful.
⏳...⌛
A park.
Swings creaking with a glacial slow breeze as ghost children play games on the teeter totter. White fluff born from clouds shroud lost personal belongings from humans long past through, and will overnight, do it's best, to shroud the two bodies lay dead 'mid this park's jogging trail.
He stands between them; The Sympathizer, a crimson splattered god in which no Olympian can put a name to crowned in injustices and liberalizing duties.
Crows form a murder beneath these dark skies, dancing and entangling above our heads. Something cruel. Something elegant. Something in harmony with what I behold here and now; because somewhere off in Gotham City this man, that I've fallen in a surprise trust fall for, remarkably kept a young woman home-free tonight. Not from duty. But from instinct.
"Robin.."
He turns to me.
He sheaths his sword; and he smiles.
He smiles at me through tears.
He smiles at me through red blood.
He smiles at me through falling snow.
He smiles at me through the antagonism; and that has to be the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen.
Regardless; i still wonder what chamber door, dusted with years of abandonment, had finally been gifted a hand to open it's rusted impasse come with what we'd witnessed tonight. What poisonous blend leaks out this door to flood his veins and pour fever into his eyes; clouding his vision against a better form of judgment on justice that has two miserable assed men, twice his size, laying slaughtered like pigs with him standing noble between them both ?
Even though the winter wonderland park is dead quiet, I've never in all my existence heard so much noise. So much all at once while staring at Damian, just now realizing that he'd removed his mask long ago: now raven's stare with deadly ink eyes in jealous passion at the too black fullness of that jet hair filled up in a shaven bun. Cat's whine in envy at the feline-like features of this clandestine face. Jade gems rust in sad defeat before such green eyes. He's the pristine vision of Talia al Ghul (nothing about him is Bruce anymore aside from the cut of his jaw) housing 9 lives amidst 100 secrets.
"I love you," like the many times I've voiced it before, it gushes from me all soft and rushed.
"You love me? You love me?? Don`t," and there is coldness in his stare. Floating all the while amongst the arctic, I've struck the iceberg. Sinking under. Cracked in two. And I've got to say, the embrace is haunting.
"Why."
"It is true that the lion coddled the lamb beneath its purring chin, bustling with a protective big paw. Be as it may, unbeknownst to the onlookers, once turned away; the lion gorged on the lamb. Feasted upon its frail body only to lick at its bloodied carcass and keep it close by. Not in memory, but as a trophy; for the lion`s former coddling of the lamb was nothing more than animalistic curiosity.
"Do you not realize Jon that we are all animals, you and I ? Instinct drives us, some however are more lethal, some run in packs, some run alone, and others...just….run." green devours me. Green tears through my flesh. Green swallows me whole. Perhaps I am but being gorged upon by the starving lion.
His lips curl into a sadistic sneer despite the tear tracks on his face and I'm all but floored by the fabric skin of this demon that everyone's tried to give a halo, "I will rip you apart, little lamb."
"Then by all means," I grab his hand to wrap it around my throat, it's cold but his grip is tight and his lips on mine are hot, "take my neck to slaughter."
Five fingers tremble in innocence against my throat; a golden token of humanity, honesty and clemeity. Making my wonder
just who really here is the lion and who is the lamb? Then he bares his teeth, rabid and wild. I bare my teeth back, standing ground in the middle of our Eden turned Jungle. Then our lips meet again. Our teeth clash. We fight to force the other into submission though neither backs down.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe, he is but a lamb that learned to evolve amongst the lions. And could it be that I am but a lion having learned to secret himself amongst sheep? Maybe that's why him and I fight more than find common ground, for the foolish costumes we were taught to wear in order to cover up what rightful creatures God bore us as.
We are different and the same whether it be his purity or my hidden away corruption.
The volcanic eruption of his anger and soothing temperament of my ocean meet. 
They form an isle.
A match to an ignition causes an inevitable explosion. But, sometimes, that match plus ignition can give birth to fireworks rather than a bomb; we've just gotta be patient and count to 3. I count to 2 before seeing the spark. And right at 3 comes the crackle then pop, a raining shower of diabolical color transcending the stark black sky.
Who ever would of known that 4th of July in the middle of December would  look so much like Heaven waging war with Hell.
                                               ⌛...⏳
No one is home execpt for me to answer the chipper knock at the front door on the next sun smothered day, and the florist that greets me is happy to do so.
In my hands I'd received my gift of a crimson rose bouquet;
and while up in my room i'd read the card written on with an elegant gothic flourish:
                     My Little Lamb.
These three words made the wool wearing prey in me seek sanctuary, and yet, caused the dagger toothed predator in me to roar.
 *END
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docholligay · 5 years ago
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I didn't actually watch Maleficent, I love the character but her tragic anime backstory wasn't a story i was interested in hearing, & from what I've seen I made the right call and it's not a film I personally would enjoy. Anyway I am INTRIGUED by your Revolution Story take on SB and would like to hear more about it & how Maleficent took that away. :D
Warning to anyone reading this: I really disliked Maleficent, so if you loved this movie, as I know many tumblr folks did, this may not be the post for you. 
So Sleeping Beauty as a revolution story, is basically the only way I really ever think of it, it was one of my favorite movies as a kid and this idea of rising up even thought you are a much weaker and smaller person, as a group, you can get things accomplished and overthrow the evil. 
I always found Sleeping Beauty to be very “guest starring Prince Phillip” and I liked it that way. The three fairies are much weaker than Maleficent, the humans cannot stand against her, she is a tyrant and a dictator with all the vanity of a petty slight bringing down entire kingdoms, with no thought to anything at all. The three fairies aren’t even powerful enough to undo her magic, but they now they can lie in wait, and they can shelter the chance to change something, and they do! It is only through them that Prince Phillip is able to kill Maleficent and do anything at all. it’s a princess story, of course, but I’ve always taken it as much more than that. It’s about community rising up together against a terrible foe that outpowers you. 
Which is why Maleficent sucks so bad, among other reasons. Sure am glad they made the three fairies totally blundering fools, caricatures instead of characters, so Angelina Jolie could chew scenery and be the unquestioning good guy. 
That’s part of what sucks so much about Maleficent, is it purported itself to be a more complicated take on the story but it’s not complicated at all, it just flipped the script on who the bad guy is. It’s almost fucking comical the way they make Stephan into the bad guy, complete with implied rape scene, I mean COME ON. It’s such a basic and pathetic take on the story instead of any of the really interesting stuff we might have done if we wanted to make the story more complex. And so many people liked it because Maleficent is COOL AS HELL, and so they wanted her tp be good and be the ~damaged woman~ and I was just like, OH MY GOD, JUST LET EVIL CHARACTERS BE EVIL. YOU CAN STILL ENJOY THEM. 
Anyway, that whole sense of revolution story was what I was hoping to bring into my Harumichi rewrite, that I never really did anything with, but here is the opener to that:
“Mama, slow down!” Her voice was plaintive, rising above the dew-jeweled grass that so often had held her attention, she and her friends stringing it along spiderwebs like delicate diamonds, each queens of their own realm.
Her mother turned. “Rei, we MUST hurry! She’s coming!”
“I want to go home! Where’s my mama?” The small fairy to Rei’s right fluttered her blue wings, her pigtails hung by her head in exhaustion.
Rei’s mother hung her head. “We can never go home, Usagi. Your mother—both your mothers,” She looked over at her third charge, hair hanging in her face as she panted. “Were so brave. We must be brave for them.”
“What does that mean?” Usagi whined softly.
But Rei’s mother did not explain, simply took the red ribbon from the braid down her back and tied it around the bright blonde hair of the little girl in the orange dress. “Quickly now.”
They crashed through the underbrush, dragged behind, desperately clinging together. There was a roar, coming from behind them, closer and closer, the beads of sweat noticeable on her mother’s face, yanking the girls to their feet as they fell, too tired to fly, the trees grabbing at them, no longer friends, but a fence between then and freedom. They stumbled into a small clearing, and Rei's mother listened closely to the sound. There was a look of panic on her face as the roaring and baying grew closer.
“The Hellhounds!” She picked up Usagi and flew her to the top of a nearby tree. She came down and scooped up Mina and Rei, placing them on the same branch. She looked at them, her face pleading. “No matter what happens, you must not say a single world, girls, do you hear me? Not a single word must escape.” She glanced back down to the ground, searching. “You girls must stay together. You are our only hope. Mina, be clever. Rei, sharpen your iron will. Usagi, remember the kindness that we are all fighting for.”
Before the tiny fairies could respond, she flew back down to the ground and stood, waiting. Out of the bushes, fearsome and savage, the beasts came, their paws killing the grass beneath them, each blade crying out in a fearsome shriek. Their eyes lit with the fires of hell, their bodies jagged and dark, even in the shadows, somehow darker than the shadows themselves, conjured of nightmare.
They leapt at her, tearing a piece of her dress from her body. She extended her wand, blasting them off, the brilliant gold flames throwing long shadows through the forest, blood and light dancing in perfect concert.
A hollow, low laugh crackled across the small glen, the Hellhounds called back to their master. Through a green fire that somehow froze and consumed, she came like an angel fallen. She was deathly pale, her cheeks sallow and harsh as the coldest night. She smiled, but it proved somehow crueler than any scowl, as if each tooth was a knife tearing at innocent flesh, her tongue red with the salt of it.
“Risa.” Her voice was like glass shattering.
Risa stood up straight, defiant against her power. “You have won a small and insignificant battle.”
“Oh silly little girl, I have won it all. I am your Queen.” She tightened her hands on the scepter, and it seemed to slither beneath her grasp. “And you, my little subject, have been most disobedient.”
“Fairies have no queen, you have taken our world by--” She was shocked to the ground by a sharp line of green lightening, a gasp running through her as she lay on the ground.
But the girls stayed silent, bearing quiet witness.
“Risa, my dear, you and your two little friends have proven most bothersome to me.” She walked forward slowly, a glacier advancing, crushing. “But soon that will all be but a memory. Ikuko begged, you know.”
“That's a lie!” She barked.
“When will you learn? The truth, whatever it might have been, is only written by the survivors. You will beg, too, in the stories. How our great and noble Queen crushed a rebellion of ungrateful and, they will say, intensely brutal and cruel fairies, who should have been seeking to uplift the weak, but sought only their own power. A tragic story.” She gave the same low laugh, sinister and pulling as the undertow of a smooth river. “You should have Seen this, Seer. Diablo, my blade.”
Risa slowly raised her head to the tall and dark figure, watching as she drew an iron blade, the hilt wrapped in cool silver licked with flames of gold, a large emerald set on the guard.
Risa looked upon her death, and she smiled. “I have Seen the end of this war, and it comes not at your hand.”
“Fool. Weak, and a fool.” She raised the blade.
Risa's voice was like a song through water, somehow felt in the bones rather than truly heard, and even her executioner paused before her as the last words dripped from her lips.
When bloodflower bloom across the vale
and the moon grow pink and pale
'Fore evil reigns o'er all the earth
will come a child of human birth
And when she pass a score of years
The Faery blood and Faery tears
shall rise in her, our vengeance sent
And then shall fall Maleficent
The blade came down.
In a tree, a small fairy child whispered, “Mama.”  
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kittenshift-17 · 5 years ago
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Hi I hope you're doing ok I just wanted to ask a question. What do you think of Daenerys from game of thrones,I'm sorry its really random right but I've always wanted to know.oh and those christmas stories are really great are you going to continue those or were they just a one shot ? And as always I love you and you're writing.
Christmas stories? You mean the 👀👀👀 side-eye ask-responses fics? Because they weren’t Christmas stories, so much as people sending those “inviting creators to share something in progress that they wanted to finish in 2019, but didn’t manage to” asks to me and me sharing snippets of WIPs. Eventually all of them will be completed fics and will be shared on the appropriate archives, but until then, they’re just sitting in my “In Progress” folder, waiting to be worked on.
As for you query about Dany, I’m very on the fence about her. Throughout the books and the early seasons of the TV show, she’s my least favourite character because she’s so far removed from all the other plotlines all the way over across the Narrow Sea. There are some sections in the middle where I quite liked her, and I confess that in Season 7, I was all for having her take over as Queen of Westeros.
Unfortunately, D & D ruined that. And though I can see WHY they had to play it that way from an author’s perspective (particularly since they’re not the original authors, essentially making the last couple of seasons a D & D version of fanfic, if you think about it), I didn’t like her by the end. She went too far (no matter how Cersei pushed her to get there) and honestly, she became too hell-bent on ruling the world. Early on, her acts of violence were all for the sake of rescuing the oppressed and championing freedom. She weeded out injustice and beat it back with fire and blood, and that was great. 
The continuity of that is where D & D (I beleive) were trying to take it all, but they forgot one uncomfortable thing.
When she overthrows the Khals, she rescues the men and women of the hoard and the vast number of peoples they enslave. When she overthrows the Masters of Pentos, she resuces the enslaved and downtrodden. When she overthrows the Salvers mutilating boys for their armies, she’s resucing future generations of boys from that fate. When she ‘overthrows’ Cersei, on the other hand, she rescues no one. She loses sight of doing it to protect the innocent and to help the down-trodden. Instead she roasts those very same innocent, frightened, downtrodden, terrified people of King’s Landing alive, and for what? 
Power. Revenge. 
There is a theme throughout her timeline that she defies those who look down on her and those who say no to her, and she does do ruthless things to the people who refuse to support her cause, but she was perceieved to temper it throughout those things as a champion for the weak because she herself had once been weak.
She loses sight of that when she faces Cersei. And in fairness, Cersei is a vicious cunt who deserverd far worse than was done to her throughout the series, but Dany lost it. The saying of the Targaryens being doomed to madness or greatness was supposed to fall on the line of greatness with her. Under her reign, I beleive Westeros could have been properous and happy. But D & D, just wanted to do a big scene with the dragon(s) I think. 
And okay, yes, being traded to the Dothraki for their army and treated like a common whore by Viserys made her brittle, and losing Khal Drogo hurt her deeply. Losing Viserion to the Night King, and Rhaegal to something so stupid as a lance in broad daylight when the beast could literally have flown in any direction to dodge it was just dumb. That broke her, I think. To couple it with the ‘betrayal’ of Jon’s true origins and the threat he then posed to her rule, and then losing Missandei to Cersei’s bitchiness definitely pushed her over the edge, I think. All of these things would certainly have fucked with her mental health, and it’s not unreasonable to state that she could’ve slipped into madness.
Which I suppose, is the point, in the end, isn’t it? She becomes the very monster she slayed so many times for the sake of her people, and she acts in the ways she has always done when the people in between her and her throne won’t bend the knee, and give her what she wants. The only thing that changes is that she loses sight of who is an enemy, and who is just a helpless victim.
And I empthaize with that. The longer you spend as a survivor, the less you recall the days of only being a victim. The longer you spend rising above your trauma, the less patience you have for those wallowing in their own. It becomes easy to forget that those other victims are scared and helpless and suffering, when you want them or need them to be strong, and brave, and valiant. By the time Dany reaches King’s Landing, most of her army is destroyed. Two of three dragons dead, her lover a traitor (and her nephew, ewwww) her friend captured and killed, and so all of these things could and probably should have broken her again, like the crying, broken, helpless girl who let herself be sold for an army, and raped like a helpless female dog. 
Throughout the series we watch her overcome the early trauma, and we watch the way she learns to solider on in the face of new traumas, too. They’re hurting. They’re like limbs being hacked off, I’d imagine, but she’s got to go on. She doesn’t have the luxury of breaking down in tears. She is Khaleesi. The Unburnt. The Breaker of Chains. She can’t just crumple. She’s got an army at her back relying on her strength and her guidance. 
She’s toughened, maybe a little dead inside by the end after all she loses.
So she has no patience for those victims still in the early stages of their trauma journey. The small folk of King’s Landing know suffering under Cersei, but they’ve seen everyone else who stood up to the Lannisters decimated in one way or another. Ned, beheaded. Renly, slain. Robb, beheaded. Catelyn, slain. Stannis, slain. The Tyrells, murdered. All three of Cersei’s children were killed, too, but just like Dany, she soldiered on. When all the other contenders have fallen beneath the mighty paws of the Lannister tyranny, what indiciation did any of them have that Dany would be any different? What else could they do, but follow orders or be beaten to death? Die on the outside of the gates by the hand of people claiming they want to protect you, or follow orders and scurry inside, beleiving that once again, the Lannisters will be the victors?
But Dany didn’t consider any of that, because everyone else she liberated hadn’t lived through battle after battle, war after war, watching their oppressors win. The Unsullied knew only how to follow orders, and being sold to a new Master meant doing only what they were told. The enslaved rose up against the masters because before Dany, only individuals had tried to fight back, not entire armies. When you are downtrodden and someone says, “Hey, if we all rise up, we can win” and it’s the first time anyone has tried, you are filled with naive hope and courage.
But the people of King’s Landing aren’t naive and courageous. They’d seen 5 kings rise and fall at the feet of the Lannister Queen, 6 if you count King Robert. Already, many had tried to rise up and overthrow her, and already all had failed. A new queen riding in, even on the back of a dragon, wasn’t enough to rouse them from their hard-learned slavery and acceptance. No one else had won before, so better to avoid trying again. Dany’s lack of understanding for that scenario - her unwillingness to heed what Varys and Tyrion tried to tell her to educate her about the way things worked in Westerous compared to Braavos - is ultimately what made her the monster she died as.
She refused to recall that others weren’t as brave as her; weren’t as hard-hearted as her; and she refused to recognize that the people she sought to ‘free’ had already been ‘freed’ five times over, at least, and still their tyrant queen stood tall. Dany’s impatience and her anger got the better of her thanks to the suppressed agonies she endured, and her unwillingness to see reason and understand that this time, things had to be different, was ultimately why she jumped into the role of brutal overlord doomed to die. 
I suppose, too, that when you flip the coin for madness or greatness, with only 2 Targaryens left on earth, you have to pick on, don’t you? Viserys was the mad one, and Dany the great one, but then Jon came along, and you flip it again, and to stay true to Jon’s nature throughout everything else, he must be the great one, so Dany has to be the mad one. 
So I suppose, in answer to your question on my thoughts about Danerys,  I’m... disappointed. She’s brave and brilliant and courageous in all she faces until excessive trauma makes her angry, makes her sloppy, and makes her foolish. She tries what she’s tried before and when it doesn’t work as it has every time before she throws a tantrum vile enough to end the world and to seal her fate, once and for all. I tolerated her until I liked her, and then I liked her until I didn’t. Now, I think of her as a tragic plot piece used, ultimately, to chart the course of valiant saviour to all right up until the Army of the Dead problem is resolved, a tool to batter down the walls without killing any more Starks in order to finally see Cersei dead once and for all, and then she’s tossed aside as being superfluous and in the way of the overall goal to see the Starks rise from the ashes of their destoryed family.
It’s hard to fathom in a tale with so many majoy players, but Jon Snow has always been the MAIN protagonist of the story; and everything else, including Dany, is all just circumstantial plot device to keep the story moving and to ultimately further Jon’s arc. That’s why he, alone, despite breaking every oath he took, and still trying to do what’s right, survives to the end, but gets no hero’s reward.
Based on what I know of G.R.R.M. from interviews he’s given and the overarching theme of this series as a whole, Dany’s end is fitting. You can’t stay a hero forever, you know? Eventually someone takes your hero’s crown or you become a tyrant to keep it, and someone else has to rise up and kill you, as you once rose up and slayed monsters, yourself. His whole schtick has always been that being a good person doesn’t mean you’ll get to live and doing the right thing for noble reasons will just get you killed sooner (Ned), but even those willing to do the wrong thing for the right reasons must pay their penance in the end. 
After all, valar morghulis.
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Hello! I've had a busy few weeks and really need some fluff :3c would I be able to request the RFA with a mc who really, really loves cats? Like will get teary at the sight of one because they love them so much? I hope you guys have a great day! (And that you'll see many beautiful cats in ur life time ^^)
A/N: I LOVE CATS SOMUCH. I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING. I HAVE 6 CATS. DON��T MESS WITH ME OR MY FLUFFYARMY. I GET THIS HIGH PITCHED SQUEALING WHEN I SEE CATS AND ANY CAT RELATEDITEM. I OWN CAT EARS. SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS HELL. (And I too hope you areblessed with multitudes of the kitties) ~Admin 404
*YOOSUNG:
               -He is completely okay with itbecause honestly?? That’s him with any animal??
               -As a vet, he sees cats prettyoften but they still get him every time
               -When you come in to visit, therest of the staff is very concerned for the both of you
               -They’ve walked in on the two ofyou holding each other, crying, a tiny kitten sitting confused on the table
               -The two of you go home to Lisaand just cry
               -You take turns sending picturesand videos of Lisa to the group chat
               -Though everyone hates watchingthe videos because all you can hear is the two of you sobbing in the background
               -They’re usually able to makeout a few words like “so cute” and “i love her so much”
               -Mr. Jumin Han aka Cat Mum hasactually had to talk the two of you out of taking in every stray cat the two ofyou see because it’s that bad
               -So 10/10 Yoosung completelyloves that you love cats that much!! Because now he isn’t the only one whoreacts like this and the rest of the group won’t pick on him anymore! (Now heshares the pain with you. He even jumps in and picks on you every now and againuntil you show him another cat)
*ZEN:
               -Uhg he hates cats but he lovesyou??
               -Your eyes water out of youintense love for the cute kitten across the street, his eyes are wateringbecause of his allergies to that same cat
               -He thinks it’s absolutelybeautiful though? You have so much love for this one species, just IMAGINE howmuch love you’ll have for your child?? (If you want one that is)
               -Feels absolutely terrible thathe can’t get you one??
               -You’ve told him that youcompletely understand why, and that you’d settle for just looking at some catpicture when he isn’t around to see
               -You even have some cat plushiesyou hide from him to cuddle when he isn’t home!
               -I say you hide them but heknows. He k n o w s and he completely avoids even thinking about your hiding spot because he doesn’t want to sneezefor days
               -It does scare him when he comeshome and you’re bawling your eyes out though, because he wonders if somethingis truly wrong and he should comfort you, or if you’re just looking at catsagain and he should let you have your alone time
               -For your anniversary, he took at o n of allergy medication and dealt with whatever his body had to throw athim because he took you to the cat cafe you had been eyeing for m o n t h s
               -WHO USED MORE TISSUES THAT DAY,HIM OR YOU???? You literally covered yourself in cats and just bawled and allhe could do was laugh?? (and sneeze)??
*JAEHEE:
               -She never wants to see anothercat in her life (after she finally was free from having to watch Elizabeth)
               -But there you are, in yourshared cafe, sitting at the window, bawling your eyes out as your face pressesagainst the glass (that she literally JUSTcleaned MC)
               -The moment you started to cry,she looked out of the window to see what was wrong and all she saw was thiscat.
               -Just sitting there, doingnothing special, literally just licking its paw
               -But you were so in love?? Andshe could obviously see how much you cared for this cat
               -Even helped you make cat-safetreats for the little guy, because she wanted to see you smile!
               -Lets you draw cats on the cupsof coffee or on customer’s napkins
               -Has to hide the cat calendaryou bought when the cafe opens
               -Because mORE THAN ONCE, acustomer has become extremely concerned and was afraid something had happenedbetween the two of you
               -Jesus chRIST MC YOUR LOVE OFCATS IS MAKING PEOPLE THINK WE’RE FIGHTING PLEASE STOP LOOKING FOR A FEW HOURS
*JUMIN:
               -Mr. Cat Mum™ now has aCat-Lover Spouse™
               -His life is complete. You lovecats? He loves cats. And you, he loves you too.
               -He is concerned for you mental health quite often though because hecomes home and you’re crying
               -And crying scares Mr. Han.Crying does not compute.
               -“Mc?” he askedcautiously, coming home late one evening. He stumbled upon you sitting at thefoot of your shared bed, Elizabeth sitting in front of you, tilting her headeach time she heard a soft sniffle from behind your hands
               -He sat next to you, rubbingyour back softly before even attempting to ask you what might be wrong
               -“It’s just… Elizabethdid this thing where she looked up at me, meowed, then just flopped over so Icould pet her belly and I just- It was so cute! I didn’t know what to do!”you managed to claim through your hiccups
               -When he looked up the homesecurity footage to see what you’re talking about (because let’s be honest,Elizabeth doing something cute?? That’s something worth looking up)
               -And he started to tear up aswell, that’s when any judgment against your emotions were thrown out the doorbecause?? Shit?? He’s crying too??
               -“MC, I… I understand. Iget it now. She’s just… I knew she was adorable before but that wasamazing.” “I TOLD YOU!”
*SAEYOUNG:
               -He loves cats too but he won’ttear up at the sight of them
               -But you can find a lot ofcat-related items throughout his house to express his obsession
               -Cat mugs, cat plates, catpillows
               -The first time he discoveredthe extent to your love of cats was when he dressed up for you- just to messwith you, he had you sit in bed and wait as he “slipped into somethingmore comfortable”
               -He came out in a maid outfitand cat ears(+tail), posing seductively in the doorway, meowing at youplayfully
               -BUT HE WAS MORTIFIED WHEN HESAW YOU STARTING TO CRY?? OH GOD HE JUST WANTED TO MAKE YOU LAUGH HE DIDN’TTHINK YOU’D BE UPSET???
               -You had to explain that no, youweren’t upset, you just really love cats and you felt blessed that he’d walkout in some cat ears kinky
               -When he wants to see you smile,he taps into Jumin’s security system so you can watch Elizabeth play around
               -You both cry. There’s nodenying it. You both love Elizabeth. If she were to ever go missing Juminimmediately accuses the two of you
               -Saeran hates going in publicwith the two of you because you guys practically get heart-eyed towardsabsolutely any cat the two of you see. You will physically s p r i n t to anyand every cat and he just walks away like he doesn’t know the two of you
*V:
               -He feels bad that you’recrying, but he’s so in love with how in love you are with cats??
               -Like he’ll laugh at you buthe’ll still gently wipe your tears away
               -He thinks you’re absolutelySTUNNING when you see a cat, if he’s honest with you
               -You think you look gross andridiculous because?? You’re crying over a cat just existing??
               -But all he sees is the passionbehind it all?
               -How the water in your eyesmakes them shine, the soft smile on your lips graces the rest of your features,how your love just pours out for this cat
               -All of it, he loves it all,please MC, never stop loving cats, he’s begging you
               -10/10 always taking pictures ofyou whenever you see cats
               -He takes you to so many catcafes around the world! He literally made a gallery out of the photos
               -“I call this gallery, ‘Thelove of my S/O’, and it features all of the cats they have fallen in lovewith”
*SAERAN:
               -Oh god are you crying??? Over acat???
               -It’s a CAT. They’re evil littlefluff balls!
               -And he loves them. But he’s notabout to cry over one like you are
               -He just groans every time youstart to tear up
               -But?? It doesn’t even have tobe a physical cat? A cat in a movie makes you cry as well and he thinks you’reabsolutely ridiculous
               -He does laugh at you in publicwhen you see one though
               -You don’t hesitate to sprinttowards the cat just so you can pet it
               -God forbid someone’s in yourway. They’re shoved over and more than once they have fallen over
               -GO MC, THAT’S MY MC!
               -Seriously he cannot love youany more than he already does. But he still won’t let you deck the house out incat furniture, he refuses. Stick to petting cats in public, MC.
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