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not to hijack this post, but I feel like this is also a reason why expecting high school students to know what career path they want straight out of high school is a huge ask. How are you expected to know what type of career environment youâd enjoy if the most youâve experienced is *maybe* a part-time customer service job?
Obviously my experience isnât everyoneâs, but i was having anxiety attacks towards the end of high school bc i had no idea what i wanted to do with my life, and while adults were telling me *now* that itâs ok to just pick something and change my mind later, my whole life until then iâd been told that 1) college was the only real option after high school if you want a decent life, 2) college is really hard to get into if you take a gap year, and 3) what you choose as your major in college will be your forever career and determines the rest of your lifeâs path.
Quite frankly, I just wasnât ready to make that kind of decision, and that ended in constant breakdowns bc it felt like my inability to pick a major (the biggest decision of my life) was going to ruin the rest of my life. It took getting an associates at community college (in something that did not become my career), working a few different jobs, and experiencing living on my own before i was able to even start making long-term career decisions.
tldr; in addition to OPâs point, normalize the idea that itâs ok to take some time and get some adult experiences of the world before choosing a long-term career path, and start doing so at a young age.
When you're a kid/teenager everyone expects you to base your career around your passions and interests and that works for a lot of people but it's not the full story. I wish they would also teach students to consider the lifestyle that career would require.
Like... if I had to choose a passion and work a career around it, I would probably work at a zoo or aquarium. But those jobs require a lot of schooling with STEM classes (which I hate) and a lot of early mornings (which make me feel ill) and an obligation to work in person with no flexibility to move (which makes me depressed). So even if I'd enjoy caring for animals all day, it's not a good career path for me.
My current job is travel writing, which is not my passion. I like it, but it's not my passion. But I work a flexible schedule, I can live anywhere, I get a travel stipend, and my team is really chill. So it works for me.
Rather than solely focusing on "What topics do you like?" I think we should ask students "Of the careers that suit your preferred lifestyle, which are the most interesting?"
#sorry if this is off-topic OP but your post made me think about it and itâs something i feel strongly about#I feel like thereâs a connection to be had
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Alastor Hands You the Aux Cord - Alastor x f!reader
Anon asked for: Hello! Love ur work :) Alastor x f!reader fluff & heavy smut inspired by the song âsoakedâ by shy smith???
Honey, you got a lot more than you bargained for, and even then Išm not quite sure that I did it correctly. Alas! I hope you enjoy it either way. So sorry this took so long, it was an undertaking.
Summary: I suck at these so just be patient and kind. Reader was a radio/sound engineer in life and begins to work with Alastor rather closely.
Dividers by @konatasoup
Warnings: Listen, we all know Alastor is a Bad Man(tm). In this story and many, many others, Fucked Up Alastor is going to say Fucked Up Things. Alastor is a sentient red flag. I would like to kindly remind you that you need to carefully decide whether or not that's too much for you before you begin to read. I'd hate it if you read and got triggered by some possessive or otherwise red flag dialogue/prose! If itâs not for you you can simply block me and avoid my other fanfiction. You're responsible for your own reading experience! If smut is not for you, this is not for you. Other warnings include briskets, sandwiches, p in v intercourse, I don't know, standard fare, Alastor is a deeply jealous and possessive man, colleagues to lovers, Alastorâs fluffy, fluffy ears are an erogenous zone I donât care lalalalala
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It was the sensible thing to do, and took surprisingly little effort to get him to agree. All you said was that radio lived on in your lifespan, nearly one hundred years after his death. You asked if, in life, he would have happily adjusted to innovations in radio technology, and you remember the way he looked down at his claws, all tightened into fists that slowly unfurled. He begrudgingly admitted that he would have.
âThat type of microphone youâve got there wasnât invented until after you died,â you pointed out.
Radio had been your lifeâs passion in the living world just as it had been for Alastor. You began in university as a DJ, then changed your major to reflect your newfound love. You started off with communications engineering in undergraduate studies and moved on to wireless communications engineering. Twelve years of your life, you had dedicated to radio.
You were the perfect candidate, and best of all you could make yourself obsolete by teaching him what he needed to know, so it was a win all-around. Kinda. It remains to be seen what he would do with you once you became obsolete.
You did, however, strike up a friendship. Alastor would admit readily that you were a good sound engineer and constantly upgraded his equipment. He would also admit, not quite as readily, that speaking to you was pleasant. You never batted an eye while he ripped apart souls, which he found surprising at first, but when you pulled out a sandwich to eat whilst he did so it elevated toâŠcute. He typically hates things that are cute.
Okay, fine, youâre cute.
As time passed, you grew more comfortable with each other. Sometimes you even offer him pre-soul breaking sandwiches, and Alastor eats them simply because they were offered by you. He has no idea what a âPB&Jâ is, only that whoever created it must surely be living amongst you all in hell. He always eats them, though. Every last morsel.
Then something quite remarkable happened. Alastor sat you down after an unusually long broadcast, took the pistachios that you offered him, and gave you the best gift you had ever received.
âOnly one,â he said, poking your chest several times. âOne song of your choosing at the end of my broadcast. Do you understand?â
You remember nodding so hard it almost hurt.
You had tried not to seem too enthused, so as not to betray your true excitement to your finicky friend, but shouted joyfully into a pillow when you got to your hotel room. You rolled all over your bed, still screaming into the pillow, and spent the rest of the night curating various playlists for the post-show tunes.
The two of you became inseparable. When you werenât on air, you were still working together on scripts, advertising campaigns, marketing strategies, even merchandising, a pencil stuck through your hair, sandwich wrappers discarded haphazardly.
âI got my soul ripped apart by the Radio Demon and all I got was this fucking shirtâ.
Youâre more excited about this than him by far, but it was becoming harder and harder to deny you a thing. Heâs always criticised Voxâs use of petty merchandise to belittle him, but this was different. Entirely.
It had been a rather destructive day in the radio tower the first time you played a song. There were three soul rendings today, so everything but you was covered in blood and viscera. Alastor, with a small smile, offered you his staff, and explained all you had to do was play a song on your phone while holding it.
It felt special. It almost made your cheeks warm, but that crisis was thankfully averted and you chose a tribute to radio itself as your first ever post-show track.
âRadio, someone still loves you.â
Alastor didnât look particularly happy with what heâd heard, but he did give you an amused little pat on the head before taking his staff and leaving the radio tower, still covered in blood.
You remember all of that fondly and take a bite of your sandwich. Alastor takes one bite of his and goes feral.
âCalm down over there,â you chastise. âItâs just pastrami.â
He swallows. âYou know my feelings about brisket, darling.â
âWell, Iâll bring you more pastrami in the future, then. Maybe Iâll even make you a brisket someday.â
âYes, you should,â he almost snaps. âAnd Iâll have no more âpeanut butterâ, by the way.â
âDo you like the almond butter better?â you ask, offering him another sandwich from the basket you brought with you
ââŠI prefer the pistachio and cashew one.â
âOkay, Iâll find more of that,â you say before passing him a napkin. You sigh and grab the clipboard set to the wayside. âNo souls today.â
âYes, I am aware,â he says.
âIsnât that less fun for you?â
Alastor ponders over his answer for a moment. âIt is more fun to murder. However, not having one or more to murder also means that no one has challenged or crossed me. That is better in the long run.â
âI can see that logic.â You nod, then go back to the clipboard. âOh, I canât be here on Saturday.â
His expression sours and his eyes narrow. âAnd why is that, darling?â
You smile at him, arms up. âIâm going to Lu Lu World!â
âWhat in the world is that, darling? Wait a moment.â His eyes narrow anymore. âIt has nothing to do with that circus freak does it?â
You purse your lips and tilt your head, staring at him. âYouâve lost me.â
âThe hell I have. I find it absolutely unacceptable that you would leave work behind in order to prance around in an amusement park.â
âI donât plan on prancing, so weâre good,â you say. You wrinkle your nose and chuckle a little at his steadily souring expression. âTell you what. Iâll make you that brisket.â
âTwo briskets,â heâs quick to demand. âNo, three. Three briskets, and Iâm not sharing with the others like you made me do on Beignet Day.â
âThat was never meant to be just for your enjoyment!â
âWell, it should have been!â he snaps.
You laugh again and fold your hands over the clipboard. âI will miss work on Saturday to be escorted around Lu Lu World by its namesake and you will receive three briskets at a time of your choosing. Youâre in for a treat, I make the best brisket. My husband loved it.â
A pregnant silence fills the radio tower.
âI find it equally unacceptable for you to have a husband. No, no more of that,â he says finally.
âIâd like to think Iâll find love again someday!â you say, laughing.
He huffs. âIs it a date?â
âIs what a date?â
Alastor rolls his eyes. âYour petty little outing to the amusement park with the circus freak!â
âHeâs the King of Hell, not a circus freak!â you exclaim.
âIf he doesnât want to be called a circus freak he should dress like an adult male,â he says.
At that, you sit up straight, arms folded, and stare at him. âDo you really want to go there? Making fun of how he dresses?â
âMy manner of dress is unimpeachable! Everything is just so!â Alastor gestures at his suit, then narrows his eyes again. âYou will not marry him.â
âMarriage isnât on the table, Iâm just visiting his park with him. Itâs closed for the day, no one but us! Oh, but also you canât tell me who I can and canât marry,â you say.
âThere will be no marriages at all! We have work to do, important work!â He closes his eyes, touches his forehead, and growls. âDo not sass me.â
You take another bite out of your sandwich. âSo I wonât be here Saturday.â
ââŠFine. I can go back to the Stone Age for one damn day.â
You groan. âIâm glad no one else knows of your flair for the dramatic.â
âAnd youâd do well to keep it that way,â he says. He holds up three fingers. âThree briskets. I want them all at once.â
âI donât have the time to do them today, as you said, we have important-ish work to do,â you say.
He eyes you again. âThree. Briskets.â
You throw your hands up. âFine! I hope you get a tummy ache!â
âI will not! I will enjoy the briskets and be fine!â Alastor adjusts his butterfly tie and stands up from his chair. âAnd you will make up for lost time from your Saturday outing.â
âNo I wonât,â you say. âIâm under no such obligation to work every single day with no breaks. I just havenât had anything better to do in a while.â
Alastorâs hand smacks against a panel. âNo! Youâre to work with me every day, that is the arrangement! Good god, woman, you are so insolent today. All of hell listens to these broadcasts. I do not know how to do what you do. You have made yourself necessary and now you want to cut and run so you can have intercourse with that circus freak in a hall of mirrors.â
You tilt your head back and laugh.
He looks unamused by this. âWhat? What is it? Why are you laughing?â
âI suppose Iâd better fuck him in the hall of mirrors, then, if you think the opportunity presents itself.â You wipe your mouth with a napkin and put everything else in the garbage for Niffty to collect.
Alastorâs ears flatten. âI do not like you today.â
âNah, you adore me.â You look closer at the agenda for today and begin warming up the necessary equipment. You pull on your headphones âThirty seconds, Al.â
He nods and repeats it back to you. âThirty seconds, Al.â
By the end of the show, youâve already got your topical track selection queued up. Alastor stands up and stretches before giving the staff to you and rifling around for more sandwiches in the basket.
âThey come running just as fast as they can âcause every girl crazy bout a sharp-dressed manâ
You lip sync along, not realising youâre being watched. Alastor smiles to himself and waits for his staff to be given back to him. When it is, he almost remarks about your Saturday outing. Almost.
In your bedroom, you stretch and yawn. Itâs late and you need to be with Alastor relatively early, so you go about your nightly routine. Brushed teeth, silky pyjamas, all lotioned up, feeling amazing. That is, until you walk back to the area with the bed. You scream and jump, but your surprise is quickly replaced by anger. Alastor laughs from his comfy position against your pillows.
He points at you. âYou are the chicken in this relationship.â
You get in beside him and try to shove him out of the bed, chuckling as he easily resisted. âWhat are you doing in here?â
Heâs still laughing. âI came to collect you! Emergency broadcast.â
You groan loudly. âAbsolutely fucking not!â
âYes!â He wraps an arm around you and drags you up from the bed. âIt wonât take too long.â
âWho the hell pissed you off this much that you have to do this right now, at two in the morning?â you asked.
The answer makes your stomach drop.
âHusker!â he says excitedly.
You flail. âNo. No! No, Alastor, you canât do that!â
âI assure you that I can,â he says, now picking you up and carrying you towards the radio tower. âHuskerâs soul is mine to do what I want with it, and he knew that before he started making trouble tonight.â
âAlastor!â you shout. âPut me down!â
He looks confused, but carefully sets you down. There are tears on your face that confound him. âWhat is the matter, my dear?â
âYou canât kill Husk.â You wipe your eyes and sniffle. âYou canât. I know you can in the literal sense of the word. I know that you can, but you canât, please, I am begging you not to do this. Please, Alastor.â
âDo not mourn for him,â Alastor says. âNo one mourned him in life.â
âI think thatâs not true,â you say, but take his hands, squeezing them. âJust, just tell me what he did. Iâll fix it. I swear, Iâll fix it.â
Alastor looks down at your hands, so much smaller than his, trying to calm him down. âYou really care, hm?â
âAlastor, please, please,â you whisper, squeezing his hands again. âAlastor, donât do it. I have never asked you for a thing and I never will again if you just please donât do this. Please donât kill him, heâs my friend. Heâs a soul in the bank for you, but heâs my friend.â
Heâs quiet for a very long time, watching your breakdown. You know how it looks. He hates weakness, he hates vulnerabilityâ
Alastor puts his hand on the side of your face and pushes hair away. âOkay, darling. If you want Husker to keep dusting bottles and consuming their entire contents, then that you shall have.â
You feel embarrassed all of a sudden and wipe your eyes. âHow about I make you a brisket instead?â
âNo brisket is required,â he says. âIf you want it then you will have it. I am a man of my word. I will find other means to discipline Husker.â
âDonât hurt Angel,â you say immediately. âPlease. Theyâre all afraid of you already, you donât have to do anything to keep them in line. I donât know what Husk did, but I donât believe it warrants his death and it definitely doesnât mean you can do something bad to the only thing he loves more than booze or gambling.â
âOkay,â Alastor agrees.
You blink. âI know itâs not that simple. What do you want?â
âHave I ever given you a reason not to trust me?â he asks.
âMe? Personally?â You think for a moment before shaking your head. âNo. Butââ
âIâve never given you a reason to doubt me,â Alastor says. âI have worked with you closely for months now. I do what I say I will do. If you want that damned cat and his spider to live and be unharmed then I will give you that.â
âWhat do you want in exchange? Donât say my soul, Iâm not giving it.â
âNo, not your soul,â he says. âA simple deal.â
You stand up straighter. âA deal? What?â
âI let Husker and the spider go unharmed and you will in exchange never have intercourse with the circus freak.â
Your arms cross. âAlastor, thatâs fucked up.â
âI know!â he says warmly.
After a moment, you reach your hand out towards him. He takes it in his and squeezes it, gentle and warm. Youâve seen his power, the green flashes of light.
But there are no green lights. His tentacles remain hidden. The floor doesnât shake.
It wasnât a real deal, but you said nothing about that. This was all very strange, and you didnât know what to make of it. Taking his hand, you give it a pull.
âCome on,â you say. âLetâs go on air anyway. Come.â
He tuts at you. âRather bossy tonight, my dear.â
âIâll make sandwiches,â you offer, and he nods.
âYes, you will make sandwichesâpastrami.â
âI am just living to be lying by your side but I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the roadâ
Once Alastor takes the staff from you, he notices that youâve fallen asleep in your chair. He rides the dark with you in his arms, depositing you safely into your bed.
The next night, for some reason, Husk makes sure your dirty martinis come with two olives and no complaints.
âYou will go away from the hotel.â
You look up from your phone, your feet up on one of the panels youâve been working on. âExcuse me?â
Alastor is stern, serious. His eyes betray no laughter, not a single joke. âYou will leave the hotel.â
âNo,â you say immediately.
âThe Extermination is exactly one week from now, and you will leave the hotel. You will go someplace safe.â
âNo,â you say again. âNo, hell no, Iâm not leaving you all by yourselves.â
âYou would be more of a hindrance than help,â Alastor says, and ooph, that one hurt.
âYou donât even know how to defend yourself,â he continues.
âIâve been doing my best,â you say.
âAnd that is not good enough, darling.â
Your chest falls and rises. âSo you think I have nothing to offer to protect my friends and this hotel?â
Alastor pauses for a moment. âNo. I know for a fact that you do.â
âThen what?â you ask. âWhy do you want me to leave?â
Again, a few moments pass in silence before Alastor sits beside you. âYou would trade something very precious to save this hotel and all of the fools who reside in it.â
âWhat? What is it? What am I going to give up thatâs so special?â
âYour life,â he says. âIf you are here, you will sacrifice your life in a trice just as soon as you see someone else is in danger. And I cannot have that. You will leave, this is not a request.â
Your eyes widen and you shake your head. âNo. This is my home. This is where I work. This is my familyââ
âYou will listen to me now and you will listen good,â he says gravely. âI can protect this hotel and kill Adam or I can protect you. Those are the choices. I trust you will not make the selfish one.â
You close your eyes and let out a deep breath. You feel a cry coming on, but head it off at the pass. âWhat about you?â
âWhat about me, darling?â Alastor asks. âThere is no way for you to help me. You know that.â
âIâm going to look like a coward,â you say.
âI do not care,â he says. âAnd you shouldnât either. My priorities are to kill Adam and to protect you. Therefore, you will leave to someplace safe and you will wait for me to come for you.â
You scoff. âWhereâs safe? Whereâs safe during an Extermination?â
âThey are coming to the hotel first and we will not allow them to go any further. You will be safe where I send you and you will stay there.â
Then he does something heâs never done before. Alastor pulls you into his embrace. âYou have no idea what I would do to save you. No idea, you stupid, silly girl. You must go. You must.â
âOkay, okay,â you say finally.
âI could give or take almost anyone else in this boring little hovel of a hotel, but I canât give you. I wonât. Itâs very likely this radio tower will need some manner of repair. Who else would do it but you?â He holds you a little tighter.
You close your eyes and lean against him. âI really donât want to leave you.â
âBecause you are an idiot.â
At that, you start hitting him anywhere you can, but the two of you dissolve into laughter.
Eventually, you sigh. âWhen am I leaving?â
Alastor hums. âTonight.â
âWhat?â you look at him again. âWhy tonight?â
âI will have time to prepare. I wonât spend days worrying about getting you to leave. It is better that I have this time to focus,â he says. âI will take care of everything. Think of it as more of a vacation than anything else.â
âI wonât, but thank you,â you say. âWhat will you tell everyone?â
Alastor tilts his head. âAbout what?â
âAbout forcing me to leave the hotel because Iâm apparently too weak and stupid to fight for it,â you say.
He tsks and shakes his head. âI do not care. Neither should you. But I suppose I will just tell them approximately one-quarter of the truth.â
âWhich is what?â you ask.
âThat I put my foot down and wouldnât allow you to die for any of them.â Alastor rubs his face against yours. A confusing gesture, but not altogether out of place, given the tenor of the rest of the interaction.
âI donât want to die, butââ
âBut nothing,â he says. He gives you his staff. âPlay one last song.â
You wince. âOkay, grim. No. Iâm not playing a âlast songâ.â
He huffs. âThe last song until next week, when all of this is over.â
âWhen all of this is overâŠâ You lean back in your seat, tapping the staff as you think. âCan youâŠcan we hop on the broadcast? For a while? Make it my last proper show until all of this is over?â
You swallow, your throat feeling tight.
âNo, darling,â he says. âNot this time. Pick a good song.â
âFuck you, I wonât do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wonât do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wonât do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wonât do what you tell me!â
Alastor stares at you strangely throughout the entire song. He never once tries to take the staff away from you, not even during the repeated profanityâsomething that was forbidden. He says nothing of it when the song is done and he takes his staff back into his possession.
âCome.â He holds his arm out for you and you take it. You let him lead you out of the radio tower and you become unsettled as you descend the steps.
âAlastor, I donât like this,â you say nervously.
âAnd neither do I,â he says as he guides you to your hotel room.
âWhere are you sending me?â
He suddenly stops you once youâre inside the room, his clawed hand coming down to grip your shoulder. Hard.
âAlastor,â you chastise.
His grip only tightens. âI made a bargain for this and you will not piss it away.â
The night crashes down on you in the quiet of your bedroom.
âBut where? You made a deal?â
âNo, not a deal. More of aâŠtrade which does not benefit me at all, save for it keeping you safe.â
âAlastor, where?â you ask, softly yet firmly.
âIn an underground bunker beneath Rosieâs Emporium,â Alastor says finally. âNo one would ever think to look there, not with all of Cannibal Town at the hotel, stupidly giving their own lives. Those lives mean nothing to me, nothing at all, but yours is something precious.â
âIâm just your engineer, you know.â
Alastor huffs. âNo, youâre not.â
You lift a brow. âIâm not?â
âNo.â He pauses. âYou also make sandwiches.â
With a little laugh, you nod. âPastrami.â
âIndeed. Pastrami. Now, pack up, darling. Iâll escort you to Cannibal Town. No, no one will try to eat you. Youâll be with my dearest friend, Rosie. You will be safe with her. If I had any doubts I would send you elsewhere.â
âOkay,â you say softly. âItâs going to be boring without you.â
âI, on the other hand, will finally know peace after six months.â
âOh, shut the fuck up.â
âFuck you, I wonât do what you tell me.â
You laugh far too hard for it to be so late at night, but Alastor is smiling genuinely.
For a tenth of a second something changes. The way you look at each otherâŠ
âSo,â he says, sitting at the foot of your bed, one ankle over his knee. âHave you been abiding by our agreement?â
You pull a suitcase from underneath the bed. âWhich one? There are new âagreementsâ every day.â
âIntercourse with Lucifer,â he says flatly.
âOh Alastor, come on. What if he and I were in love?â
He just glares at you, darkness in his eyes.
âI havenât seen the man in weeks!â
âAha!â He points at you. âYou would do it if given the chance, wouldnât you?â
You tilt your head. âWhy do you care so much, Al?â
âBecause I want to separate him from all possible joy,â he says. âThereâs no chance of doing that with Charlie, but I will deny him you.â
âYouâre so fucking weird.â
âShut up and pack.â
âFuck you, I wonât do what you tell me.â
Alastor picks up one of your pillows and throws it at you.
The extended visit with Rosie would be nice if every moment didnât bring you anxiety so crippling that it cramped your stomach. She was kind, a gracious hostess, and she didnât ask any prying questions, so neither did you. You were curious about the âtradeâ Alastor had made for youâfor youâŠ
You leave every day for food, because you just cannot trust the provenance of anything in Cannibal Town, no matter how kind Rosie is. You listen to Alastorâs sporadic broadcasts and feel vindicated in how shitty it is without you. Gives you a smile. It sustains you to know that this man still needs you.
On your third day of going out for burritos, you receive a text message that makes you grin, fills you with joy you havenât felt since you were yeeted from the hotel.
âNew ducks, want to see?â
The second you text back yes, a glowing portal opens and a hand yanks you inside.
âLucifer!â you cry out happily, hugging him close.
He returns the embrace readily, arms tight around you. âIâm so glad you agreed! Here, let me show you the duck workshop.â
You smile and let him guide you. You and Lucifer just..mesh. Itâs always been easier to talk to him than virtually anyone else. For as much as you listen to him about ducks, he listens to you about radio, as long as you donât mention Alastor. Thatâs always been an unspoken understanding.
Lucifer rambles happily all the way to the workshop and you happily listen. Once inside, he gives you a little tour. The place is quite literally filled with rubber ducks of all different kindsâthere was even a set of KISS ducks.
âThis is my latest work,â Lucifer says, showing you a row of little ducks. He picks up one. âThis one has wings just like mine! Well, you canât currently see my wings, but thatâs what they look like. Thereâs six, theyâre red, thatâsâŠpretty much itâŠâ
He sounds strangely nervous.
âAnd this oneâs CharlieâŠâ
Yes, nervous.
âMaggie,â he says.
âActually, her name is Vaggie,â you correct him.
âOh, golly!â He covers his eyes with his hands, his face turning red. âIâve been calling her Maggie every time and Charlie never corrected me.â
You chuckle softly. âItâs fine, Iâm sure itâs fine. Donât worry about that.â
He peeks at you from between his fingers. âYou really think itâs okay?â
âCharlie probably just felt too awkward to correct you. You know how she is.â
âI hope so,â Lucifer says. âThis one is the porn star. He shoots webs!â
You laugh when he demonstrates. âThatâs so cool!â
âAnd this one,â he picks up one of the ducks gingerly, âthis one is you!â
You gasp at the attention to detail and laugh joyfully. âThatâs so cute, a little me!â
âShe has a little radio and everything. Andââ Lucifer presses a button on the underside of the duck and the radio starts to play from its mouth. He looks at you with a wide grin and elbows you gently a few times. âAh? Ah?â
You laugh again and clap. âBravo, you outdid yourself. I never thought you would outdo the back-flipping rubber ducky that spits fire.â
âI surprise myself all the time,â Lucifer says happily, placing your duck back down beside his. âDo you have time for a drink?â
You laugh. âHoney, Iâve got nothing but time.â
âGood!â He takes your hand and guides you out of the workshop and through the halls until you arrive at a lavish lounge. He gestures for you to take a seat. âWhatâll you have?â
âOh, whatever youâre having, please.â
Lucifer pours two whiskeys and sits in the chair across from yours beside a fire that emits a cool breeze.
âThank you so much,â you say when he hands yours to you.
âItâs nothing,â he says. âCharlie told meâŠyou left the hotel.â
You take a deep breath. âYes, I did. Iâve been staying in Cannibal Town.â
âWhy did you go?â he asks softly.
Now you sigh, hoping to keep all emotion from your voice. âAlastor thinks Iâm more of a hindrance than a help and wants me to stay away.â
His diamond pupils constrict. âWhat an asshole.â
âHe needs me to help repair the radio tower, when all is said and done.â
âYouâre too good for this, you know.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Lucifer takes a drink. âI mean youâre too good to work on a show thatâs just screams and crappy puns. That guy is a clown. You should host your own show.â
âOh, I havenât been on air in likeâŠfourteen years. I donât even know what I would talk about or play. I like being an engineer. Itâs cathartic to me. Alastor might not have the most exciting show around, and heâs absolutely horrible, but itâsâŠhm, Iâve made it sound really bad, havenât I?â
âWhy do you give that guy your loyalty? Why do you feel so beholden to him?â he asks.
Your focus softens. âIâŠwe have a good time together. I think. He likes the sandwiches that I make him.â
âI can almost guarantee that this loyalty means nothing to him,â Lucifer says. âIâm not saying that to hurt you.â
You sigh. âYeah, I know Luci.â
âWhy do you stay, then? Is he paying you?â
âActually yeah, in a way he does.â
Lucifer cocks a brow and motions for you to continue.
âOh, he just gives me things, not money. He doesnât, uh, properly believe that hell should have a currency system. In his opinion it should all be bartering, like soul deals. Therefore, he barters with me. I give him sandwiches and briskets and engineering services, he gives meâŠjust about anything. Last week he gave me a ruby necklace that must be worth a few thousand dollars.â
âYou give him briskets?â
You nod. âOh yeah, thereâs always some brisket action going on. He doesnât know it yet, but thereâs a venison brisket in the works.â
âSo you work together, you make him food, he gives you expensive jewellery?â
âOther things too, but yes.â You nod again. âThatâs the gist. We have a good back-and-forth, but my favourite is getting to play music at the end of his broadcasts.â
Lucifer smiles softly at you. âThose are the only parts worth tuning in for.â
Your face lights up., a big grin and bright eyes. âYouâve heard?â
He nods. âYeah. I try to catch it. The last one said fuck a lot.â
You laugh, head back against the chair. âYeah, it did.â
âIâll give you a radio station of your own. Be his competition,â he said.
Now you sigh. âI actually do like to work with him a lot. HeâsâŠheâs not all bad. Heâs always done right by me.â
Lucifer scoffs. âThat wonât last. You canât seriously rely on that to stay stable. Just as soon as he decides he doesnât need you, heâll get rid of you. Somehow or another. Heâs justâŠone of the worst sorts of sinners, and heâs proud to be the way that he is. And you? Youâre hardly like a sinner at all. I always seem to forget it.â
Itâs hard to hear those things about Alastor, even harder because you know theyâre probably in some way true.
Youâre lost in thought until you hear him repeating your name. âOh! So sorry, million miles away.â
âLet me get you another drink. Do you want something other than whiskey, maybe?â he asks, sounding somewhat insecure, a little tremor in his voice. âW-what do you normally take?â
You play with a rubber duck on the table and hope it doesnât spit fire at you. âDirty martini, two olives. Sounds weird, giving the king of hell a drink order.â
âNonsense!â Lucifer comes over with a little drink tray, all cheerful. Sweet. He looks so happy that it warms you.
âI should see you more,â you say. âYouâre fun to be around and I love ducks.â
He gives a nervous laugh and sits down, passes your drink to you. âYou should definitely see me more! Gosh, that would be terrific. I can make you so many ducks!â
âWhat are you going to work on next?â you ask.
He winks. âIâll keep you apprised.â
You wink back, smiling. âIâll be waiting.â
God, there was nothing you wouldnât give to be on air with Alastor right now. It hits you, causes a slight tremor in your body.
Lucifer gasps. âAre you okay? Is it the drink? I donât actually know what a dirty martini is so IâŠMay have poisoned you?â
âNo! No!â You laugh and shake your head. âNo, the drink is fine. To make a martini dirty you just put a bit of olive brine in.â
âLet me try again,â he says, but you stand and stop him.
âLuci, no, really, itâs okay,â you say. âPromise. See?â You drain the contents of the wine glass he had served the âmartiniâ in. Your lower eyelid gives you away, though.
âOh God,â Lucifer says, hand covering his eyes.
You pull it away gently. âItâs okay, Luci.â
You stay that way, eyes on each other, for a moment that stretches indefinitely.
By the end of it, Lucifer kisses you. Hesitant, gentle. His hand reaches the back of your neck and by now youâre kissing back. Things are happening quickly. Somehow you wind up on one of the couches together, your back to the cushion, him on top of youâŠ
Oh, no.
You break the kiss and sit up. âSorry. Sorry, Luci. Sorry.â
âDid I do something wrong?â he asks in rushed voice, a slight shake to it.
âNo.â You rub your eyes and smack your forehead.
All you could think of was Alastor. The little promise you made in exchange for Huskâs life. You doubted that he would actually kill Husk if he found outâŠbut you couldnât handle howâŠhe would react.
âLucifer, IâŠâ But you couldnât tell him that Alastor was the one keeping him from getting laid.
âI donât understand,â Lucifer says. âIâm really sorry.â
âDonât be sorry,â you say softly, squeezing his hand. âI canât help but notice youâre still wearing your ring.â
âOh, is that whyâŠ? Oh, no, sweetheart, no, I justâŠLilith isnât going to come back to me. I can take it off, itâs just hard to when itâs beenâŠsuch a long time, being married. I can take it off, sweetheart, donât worry.â
You squeeze his hand again, gently. âItâs time for me to leave.â
âOhâŠOkay,â he says softly. âYes, of course. You donât have to stay, justâŠI donât want this to be the last time I see you.â
You smile at him, trying your best to instill confidence. âYouâll see me again. Show me to the door?â
âNo, absolutely not,â he says. âItâs dangerous! Iâll take you back to Cannibal Town. Thatâs alsoâŠpretty dangerous, you know.â
âNot for me.â That you can say with confidence of your own.
âCome on.â Lucifer reaches for your hand. âDonât worry, Iâm not going to do it again. Just take my hand and Iâll bring you back. You donât even know where you are right now.â
Well, heâs got you beat there. You squeeze his hand one more time. âOkay. Letâs go.â
You close your eyes for this part.
When you hear a whispered goodbye, you open your eyes and youâre standing before the Cannibal Town gates, alone.
âDo you think that you walk freely all throughout hell, not a care in the world, for no reason?â
Your whole body tightens at the sound of his voice. âHave you just been standing there waiting for me to show up?â
âNot quite,â Alastor says. âAnswer my question.â
You sigh, eyes rolling hard. âIâm sure itâs because of you.â
âCorrect! So youâre at least that smart.â
You trudge out a path set to finally get you the illusive burrito. âAlastor, Iâm not in the mood. Iâm hungry, Iâm tired, and my absence is definitely noticed at the hotel.â
He appears in front of you. âAnd how do you know that? Who told you, hm?â
You sigh. âYou know who I was with?â
Alastorâs claws grab your arm and then youâre in the radio tower. It nearly knocks the breath out of you and you collide with one of the panels.
âGod!â You wince as your knee crashes against a sharp corner. âHey asshole, I thought I wasnât allowed to be here! I am so sick of being yanked around today! All I wantedââ
âI ask so little of you,â he interrupts.
Your jaw drops. âAre you serious? You? Ask me? For little?â
âThe only commitment I have ever asked of you is not to have sex with that fucking man!â
âAnd I didnât!â you shout before pulling out your phone. âHere, see? He just wanted to show me new rubber ducks that he made. And you know what? Mine was adorable, and she played radio when you pressed her button.â
âAm I supposed to understand this innuendo?â he asks, his voice rising.
âI didnât sleep with him, Alastor! I donât know what else you want me to say! I almost did, I would have, and itâs all your fucking fault that I didnât. Someone expressed interest in me and I couldnât act on it because I made some fake pact with you over it. I should have, God knows I need it.â
âOh do you?â Alastor steps closer, but you donât back down.
âYes!â you yell. âYes I do, but the only fucking thing I ever do is go on the goddamn radio with you!â
âSuch a horrible fate!â
You cover your face with curling fingers. âTake me back to Rosieâs. Take me back to Rosieâs, Alastor. You donât want me here, remember?â
âOf course I want you here, you fucking imbecile!â
Your anger ebbs slightly. âYou do?â
âYes! I want all of the things you do and I want them all the time! I tried to make my own sandwiches and everything! I was self-sufficient before you, you know. I never needed anyone for anything, then you walked into this hotel and insisted your way into my life, wrecking it up as you went!â Alastor takes a deep breath, trying to ground himself, trying to calm himself. âSo now that I need you and go to great pains to keep you safe, you tell me that you want to sleep with that little blond gremlin?â
âHow were the sandwiches?â
âDry and uninteresting!â Alastor grabs you by your arms. âGod damn you!â
âWhat? What?â you yell. âWhat do you want, Alastor? As far as I can tell, you got me out of the hotel, out of your way, right where you wanted me to be. I was going out for a fucking burrito because I canât trust the food in Cannibal Town!â
âI advised Rosie very carefully about your dietary preferences,â he says.
âWell, hell, thanks,â you say in a much quieter tone. After a moment, you go sit in your usual spot. âWhy did you bring me here, Alastor? My name must be mud around here.â
âNo, it isnât.â Alastor sits across from you. âThey just blame me, and that is fine.â
âI really think you two should put all this behind you,â you say.
âThe two of us? We wonât be putting anything behind us, darling.â
âActually!â You point at him. âI was talking about you and him. The guy you call a circus freak, a blond gremlin.â
âHa! No. Try again, dearest.â
You just roll your eyes and rub your temples. âIâm seriously so hungry and so tired. What do you want to hear?â
âIâ.â Alastor cuts himself off. âYou. And IâŠitâs your fault, all of this is your fault!â
âOkay! Fine! Itâs my fault. Now what do you want to do?â you ask.
Alastor jerks you up from your seat and kisses you, hard. You feel his fingertips fan over the tops of your shoulders, drumming once before holding tight.
Itâs so absolutely stunning that it takes a moment to respond at all, but that doesnât seem to slow him down. Your heart beats so hard in your chest that you can almost hear it, and, oh, damn, this is what had been missing, fulfilling a craving that you had never known. This was what blood was for, what hands were for, why breath existed.
His hands move lower down your body as the quick seconds pass like butterflies all down your skin and to your bones.
You pull away just to catch a breath and his whole body tenses.
âWhat?â you ask, panting.
âDid I hurt you?â he asks.
You shake your head. âNo, Al, not even a little bit. Just couldnât breathe, bloodâs all rushing.â
Alastorâs fingertips trail deliciously above your belly. âDo you know what I want?â
You swallow, lips pressing together. âTell me.â
His thumb traces down your throat now. âI want to possess you so completely that you forget all but my name.â
His lips follow the path of his hands, surprisingly soft and warm against your neck. âEverything about you was made for me. Everything. I am never letting you go, do you understand me?â His tone was gravely serious, but with an undercurrent ofâŠlove. Yes, it was love, yearning andâŠmaybe a bit of uncertainty. He could not hide that, not from you.
âLetâs go to my room,â you say quietly when he pulls away, and in an instant youâre there. Everything looks the same, thankfully. You go to the bed and sit at the foot of it, leaning back on your elbows.
Alastor comes and stands before you, just looking down, watching. When he finally moves, itâs to put both hands underneath your shirt and push it up, every bit of skin revealed covered in goosebumps. He slowly pushes the shirt up and up until your arms lift and it comes over your head.
âWhy are you choosing to do this now?â you ask as he works on your bra.
âBecause you said that you needed it and I take your needs very seriously,â he responds.
âWhoa.â You grab at my hands. âNo, itâs not just me, you have to be into it too.â
Alastor laughs suddenly. âHow about I show you how âinto itâ I am? Kind of you to make certain, darling.â
âI donât ever want to make you feel like you have to, because youâreâŠâ
He plays with one of your exposed breasts thoughtfully. âYou are kind for that, too. Perfect, really. Darling, I do whatever feels good, in all things that I do. This is good, I have simply never felt that way before you and your goddamn radio expertise and your fucking sandwiches and, oh, the briskets.â
Alastor sighs and moves on to the other one. âI have never wanted this before, and that is meaningful to me. It isnât all I want, but I want you in all other ways so much that it makes me crave you. My hands on your body, your hands on mine. Iâve waited long enough to know that I am certain. Are you?â
âYou are a discovery,â you say. âYou unlocked things I didnât realise were there. I want you badly.â
âItâs not just what the spider calls âgeneral horninessâ?â
You pull him down and kiss him several times before responding. âNo, it isnât. If it wasnât specific to you, I could just as well bedded Luci. I had every opportunity earlier tonight. But I was always going to turn him down. I did so because I thought of how disappointed and angry you would have been.â
âYouâre goddamn right I would have been,â he says as he climbs over you. âSo perfect, just for meâŠâ
You like the weight of him on top of you. Heâs careful not to squish you, but it feels so warm and solid. Thereâs a shiver up your spine as he touches you, as this coat and shirt brush against your breasts. You go to card your fingers through his hair and accidentally brush against the base of one of his ears and you can see the physical reaction, the little tremors of pleasure, the moan of an ecstasy promised.
âOkay?â you ask gently, doing it again.
Alastor nods quickly. âYes, donât stop. Donât ever stop.â
You played with his ear while his tongue, lips, and teeth made their way across your throat and neck. The higher you went, the more aggressive he got, leaving little nips and bites everywhere.
You push him when you decide more clothes have to come offâhis in particular. He looks confused for a half-second before youâre carefully removing his coat. You place it carefully on a chair near the bed, but almost rip the shirt off of him.
He gives a little huff of laughter. âEager, are we darling?â
âOh, you have no idea,â you say, hauling him in to kiss him again.
You love the feeling of your bare chests pressed together. Alastorâs breathing starts to come more quickly than before.
Itâs you going after his neck, this time. You can hear something strangled in his throat, the vibrations of it against your lips. âYou donât have to hide anything from me.â
âForgive me, darling. I am new to this.â
âIs it the very first time?â
He hums. âTechnically no. Once, when I was a teenager, a very long time ago. I barely remember it at all, but I know it was nothing like this.â
You smile against his neck and nuzzle softly. âDoesnât matter, youâll know what to do.â
âI have every confidence in us both. We know each other on a professional and emotional level of intimacy, I doubt physical intimacy will be the thing that does us in.â
âIt may be a bit early days, but I hope nothing ever does,â you say.
He cradles the back of your head to keep your lips close to his neck. He huffs. âEarly days, my ass. If I was not sure about you I would not have started anything. If any part of you is unsure, I will make it sure. I promise that I wonât be a regret.â
You kiss your way down the side of his neck. âLucifer would have been a regret. You will not be.â
He huffs. âAs gratifying as that is to hear, please do not mention the circus freak during physical intimacy ever again. Or ever again in general, if possible.â
You laugh softly and hold him close. âIâll never mention him in this context ever again, I promise.â
âI am much obliged, my love.â Alastor tugs at the jeans youâre wearing, but, having no experience with such garments, he doesnât seem to realise they have to be unzipped first.
You reach between your bodies to help him out.
âSuch complicated garments,â he says beneath his breath.
âNo more complicated than yours! Your trousers unzip too, donât they?â you ask.
âIt is called a double standard, darling, and as per usual, unfortunately for you, it works out in my favour.â Alastor gets you down to your underwear and plays with the elastic waistband. âI would like to make something abundantly clear to you, darling. I will give you this one last chance.â
âFor what?â you ask, kissing down his neck, the tip of his ear between your fingers. You feel it twitch.
âNo, no, stop that for a moment, darling,â he says, so you do. When youâve stopped and heâs got you looking at him again, he continues. âFor just a moment, while you listen to this. I am telling you right now that you are reaching the point of no return. Once I have taken you, you will belong to me for eternity. That is not a hyperbole, it is reality. I will never allow you to leave me. Along with that promise, I promise to keep you safe, always, just as I am now, even if it means temporarily being away from me. I promise to love you. I promise you will want for nothing; everything that is in my power to give you, which is exhaustive and far-reaching, any little want or need you have, I will give it to you.â
You smile at him. âI donât have as much to offer, but Iâll be the best damn radio engineer, the best damn brisket-maker, the best damn friend, and the best damnâŠâ
âMate,â he supplies.
âThe best damn mate, Iâll be that,â you promise.
âYou accept?â Alastor asks, and when you nod, he kisses you hard. âYou are perfect. So good. And you understand? Completely? You have no doubts? Because there will be no other appropriate time to feel them. This is a permanent arrangement that you should not take lightly.â
âTrying to talk me out of it?â
âTrying not to be a regret,â he says, and it makes your expression warm.
âYou arenât and you wonât be,â you promise. âYou were the answer to all the questions I didnât know I was asking of myself from the moment I met you. I didnât know, but it was always there, and now, likeâŠI donât know how to describe it. Thereâs not a lot of blood flowing to my brain, you know.â
He chuckles once and nods. âThen I will not ask you again. It is settled now, is it?â
âIt is.â
âGood.â Alastor hooks his thumb into the elastic of your underwear indelicately and pulls them down and off your body.
You donât even know how many naked people Alastor has seen. Itâs possible he hasnât seen another person naked since the first time with someone, so many years ago. He seems to know exactly what heâs doing, though.
âWell, now that the matter is settled.â Alastor lifts you up and places your head on a pillow. âThere is something I have wanted to do since I met you. It was a strange craving, something that should have warned me of what was to come.â
âWhatâs the strange craving?â you ask, but rather than answer verbally he rolls his tongue between your leg, right against your clit, and you moan rather loudly with surprise.
Alastor laughs quietly to himself. âEnjoying yourself, darling?â
âOhhhh God,â was all you could manage.
He licks your clit again before his tongue dips inside you, and when it does, Alastor elongates itâthis shocks you, causes a gasp and a full-body shiver. You never thought such a thing was possible, and itâs certainlyâŠa new experience. He rubs at your clit with his thumb while his tongue works inside you. He keeps your legs apart with his broad shoulders, tongue massaging against your walls until he reaches a spot that makes you scream. He laughs softly against your flesh and youâre panting now.
âAlastorâŠâ Your legs tense up around him, muscles straining. Heâs moaning against you as he works your body like he owns it, and maybe he does now. Your thighs tense around him and youâŠyouâre getting louder.
âIs there something you can do about the noise?â you ask, even though you hate stopping him.
He keeps rubbing your clit while he speaks. âI can. But I will not. Louder.â
Alastor goes right back to it, his tongue working you hard, and he forces you to get louder just from the way his tongue moves against your walls.
âOh, fuckâŠOh, Al, donât stop, please donât stopâŠyeahâŠyeah, like that, like thatâŠâ Your breath comes in harder and harder, faster and faster, until youâre screaming, until your thighs are aching, until your pussy is so overstimulated that he pulls back with an enormous grin on his face.
He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, but mercifully only briefly. âTell me when I can take you.â
âJust a moment,â you pant. âNot a long wait, just a few minutes.â
âVery good,â Alastor says. âIâll take other pleasure from other parts of your body in the meantime then, darling.â
âYeah,â you whisper. âYou do that, Al. Fucking hell.â
His tongue swirls along your nipple. âYes darling?â
âYou really took that one from the soul,â you say with a soft, shaky laugh. You nudge his shoulder. âOkay. Iâm ready.â
âYouâre sure?â
You nod a few times. âYeah, yeah. Ready to go.â
You press your back down against the blankets, your head flat against the pillow. Alastor kneels between your knees and shoves them far apart, making plenty of room for himself. Youâre silently grateful that he still seems to know exactly what to doâyouâd gladly teach him if you had to, but it was so much better this way. He takes himself in hand and rubs the head of his cock from your clit and down, watches your muscles involuntarily jump slightly, a wide smirk on his face. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his shadow cast upon the wall, the elongated horns, that starving grin.
âI see youâve noticed him,â Alastor says, entering you all at once. âKeep your eyes on me, dear. Pay him no mind.â
âYou consider him separate from you?â you ask, your body adjusting to the size of him easily.
Alastor, however, does not seem to be having such an easy go of things. There is a look of concentration on his face, his lip between his teeth. It takes a moment for him to reply. âI consider him an echo of me. Iâll warn you now, I do not know how conversational I will be from this point on.â
âAll the same,â you wink at him. âItâs not your conversation Iâm after at the moment.â
It takes almost no time at all to get loud for him again, but this time it wasnât just you being pleasured. This was a new world for Alastor and he was lost in it, captive to it. His hands grip at your hips as he fucks you harder and harder, the mattress shaking beneath you. Soon the headboard smacks against the wall and you thank God thereâs no one on the other side.
âAl!â You hook one knee around his waist. âAl, please, deeper.â
He grabs your other knee and pulls it around him so he can get a better angle. He moves to whisper in your ear. âYou feel so soft inside, like velvet. So warm, so hotâŠlike that little pop of heat when you stand with your back to a fireplaceâŠâ
You moan loudly, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter around him, the sound slick and obscene. You can hear him curse, how his hips snap faster and faster until he finally spills his seed in you, fucking you through it.
Alastorâs damp forehead connects with your shoulder and you can feel his breath coming harsh against it. His hands soften their hard grip on your thighs and fall away, moving up to your waist, your ribs, one thumb against your nipple.
You play with his hair, with one of his ears, but it doesnât seem to rile him up again, which was good, because you didnât want to be told to stop. You turn your head against his and kiss his hair.
âOkay?â you ask after a while.
Upon hearing your voice, he lifts his head and then himself off of you. He crashes on his back beside you, his arm coming up around you, pulling you to him.
âI am soâŠso grateful that it was you,â he says. âI am grateful to have you. Forever. You and I will create a home next week, here at the hotel. It is well within my power to do. It can be any way you like. You should jot down ideas while youâre at Rosieâs.â
You groan. âI have to go back to Rosieâs, donât I?â
âYes, my lovely,â he says. âYou will still reside at Rosieâs for the duration of this week until the Extermination is through and we are free to do as we please. We do not have to go straight back into radio. MaybeâŠwe take some time to ourselves. It will be well-earned.â
âYouâre going to need a break in general,â you say, pushing sweat-slicked hair out of his eyes. âYouâre doing so much for all of us. I canât believe youâre going to kill Adam.â
âBelieve it, my love,â he says softly. âBelieve me. This is our future.â
âI do believe you. I trust you,â you say. âAnd Iâm sorry for being so bratty about being sent away. I am effectively useless in any type of fight scenario. I would hold everyone back.â
âYou would sacrifice yourself too easily. I never said those things to hurt you, I said them because I feared what would happen to you.â
âI know,â you whisper. âI know.â
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Hey there!!! I can I have a oneshot of đŠ flying up to the reader and kissing them in front of the entire crowd and on live tv during a broadcasted spell drive/magical shift game? Itâs inspired by a piece of fan art i saw floating around here on tumblr.
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Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, not proofread, timeskip
A/N: *rises from the dead* Hi I haven't posted anything recently so have this short thing I guess. I'll try to finish all my requests... eventually. Sorry, this month has gone batshit insane.
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Itâs tense.
Truthfully, spelldrive isnât your game of choiceâitâs loud, and hot, and itâs so crowded youâre not sure if the sweat running down your arms is even yours. Not like it matters, though.
Spelldrive is Leonaâs game of choice.
So you lean against the railing, starry eyes following after his dashing form as he zooms through the skies with his magic pen. Thereâs too much you donât understand about the game but you scream anyway. You scream his name until your throat is scratched. You grip onto the railing so hard that your hands ache. You wear his old NRC jacket and beam with pride because Leona Kingscholar is playing one of the most important games of his life, and Leona Kingscholar is the most important person in yours. And you know heâll win.
You tug on the collar and scream.
âLeona! I love you!â
He barely glances at you but youâre sure he heard you; he can pick out your voice from the cheering crowd. Just as you know him, he has every part of you memorized and engraved in his soul, as if you were the missing puzzle piece left to complete him.
âCan they make this goal? Erickson passes to Kingscholar andââ
You jump, almost off the railing, in your happiness youâd ignored the question of safety. Still, your heart is beating so fast as it bathes in adrenaline and dopamine.Â
Youâre barely able to calm down before youâre quite literally swept off your feet.
All of a sudden, your hair is whipping about in the air as you try to catch your breath; thereâs a pair of gloved hands situated atop your abdomen, pulling you flush against a broad chest. The screams are drowned out by a familiar heart beating the same rhythm. âHerbivore,â his voice murmurs in your ear, âshall I take you as my prize?â
âPut me down!â
The smug lion beastman only half complies, seating you on the railing of the bleachers. When youâre just about to tell him off for almost killing you with an untimely heart attack, his lips are on yours (oh sevens he smells like sweat and tastes like adrenaline).
You couldâve sworn the screaming from the audience got louder, but you can no longer hear it or even spare the smallest bit of attention for anything other than the way Leonaâs holding you. Heâs kissing you like heâs never going to get the chance again.
When you pull away, thereâs an intricately carved silver ring on your finger.
âMarry me.â
And if you almost fall to your death in a moment of shock, the entire thing caught on multiple cameras and gone viral on Magitube, uh, at least youâre a royal nowâŠ?
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Rewriting Veilguard Part 2 - The Shadow Dragons
Rewriting Veilguard Part 1 - The World State
Disclaimer: I don't hate the game, I actually think it's quite great given the development hell Bioware went through in those 10 years. This is more of a hypothetical universe where there was less of that behind the scenes drama. Just a fun writing exercise.
Writing an Origin Story Mission for the Shadow Dragons
Now that we have dealt with our World State, itâs time to pick Rookâs background. When I first learned that there would be six factions to choose from, I was honestly very ecstatic. Youâre telling me weâre getting six different origin stories for Rook? Did BioWare finally listen to the fansâ wish to get one more game with DAO-style prologue missions before the big main plot begins? Then I learned that six of the companions you meet would represent one of those respective factions, and I was like âAmazing, so you will definitely have one party member with whom you can at least align interests and goals from the start.â
What we ended up getting wasâŠsort of something in the middle. Your backstory is brought up and you get quite a lot of unique dialogue regarding your faction. If youâre a Shadow Dragon, thereâs a lot of Minrathous dialogue tailored to you specifically. If youâre a Grey Warden, youâre having an absolute field day whenever the Blight is involved, which isâŠa huge chunk of the game.
But there wasâŠsomething missing for me. You see, when we start the game, weâre immediately thrown into this epic mission where Rook, Varric, and Harding find Neve and race to stop Solas. It feels very much like weâre starting somewhere in the middle rather than at the beginning. And that, in my humble opinion, is due to the lack of a unique origin story that you can actually play through. So, hereâs what the next few parts of this hypothetical rewrite of Veilguard will focus on: creating six unique playable origin stories that would very much be doable without the vampiric leech known as âdevelopment hellâ hovering over you. This post will focus solely on the Shadow Dragon origin story, so stay tuned for the others. Iâm aware of how long it might take between posts, but I want to make sure I do this the right way.
Creating Rook
We start the game, which immediately kicks off Varricâs opening narration. But instead of Varric talking about Solas immediately, weâre gonna set the stage for the general state of Northern Thedas: with the South experiencing a few years of relative peace, the North is a wholly different story: Tevinter and the Qunari have engaged in a bloody and brutal all-out war, the Grey Wardens are growing more reclusive, strange reality warping occurs in Arlathan Forest, a part of the Antaam broke off and is now occupying Antiva and Rivain, strange whispers arise from the Grand Necropolis, basically, everything is in chaos. But Varric is certain that one person is the key to all this. Cue the distant howling of a wolf and six red eyes. Cut to black.
Now we get to customise Rook and choose our faction. As the title of this post suggests, weâre taking the Shadow Dragon route. The backstory text, however, is going to be different to the one we get in DAV. You see, when reading through those backstories, I got the feeling that all of them sounded like outlines for what could have been the origin story quest. I am actually 100% confident that BioWare planned on including prologue missions at one point but had to scrap them due to development hell reasons. And all of the six summaries essentially boil down to âyou upset some higher authority and now your faction wants you out of the spotlight.â All the choices regarding Rookâs personality have already been made for us. Playing this actual backstory allows us to roleplay in a roleplaying game, whichâŠshocking, I know, but here me out. Instead, the origin text we get when we click on the Shadow Dragons is simply going to be:
âYou are a Shadow Dragon. This underground resistance opposes corrupt rulers and slavery in Tevinter. Coming from all walks of life, they are determined to bring justice to the people. As a member of House Mercar, a renowned Soporati family renowned on the battlefield against the Antaam, you have much influence to bring, and much to lose.â
Thatâs just the small little snippet we see when hovering over the option. But thatâs all weâre gonna get for now. There is no mention yet of Rookâs personality as weâll get to shape it ourselves a little bit. So, we customise our Rook, finalise our massive World State, and click on the play button at last.
Varricâs narration continues, just like in DAV, but this time, heâs going to give us our chosen factionâs backstory. We get a recap on how Dorian and Maevaris founded the Lucerni shortly after the war with Corypheus and how much of a ray of hope this group was in the twisted and corrupt society of the Tevinter Imperium. But then, some of the more powerful magisters began to heavily push against them, eventually leading to Maevaris being framed for treason and losing her seat in the Magisterium. She took all the blame on herself so that Dorian would be able to retain a spotless reputation and continue their work on the great political stage. Maevaris took the remaining Lucerni underground and formed the Shadow Dragons, continuing their work under a different name. Now unbound by political restrictions, the Shadow Dragons are free to take more radical measures in their fight against oppression and slavery. And Varric is confident that the perfect candidate to go against the bigger threat can be found in this group.
The Shadow Lair
Our story begins in Minrathous, in the underground base of the Shadow Dragons. And right off the bat, weâre making a change regarding said baseâs location. In DAV, it stands in a random building somewhere in Dock Town that pretty much anyone could access. I get that they were probably going for the âhide in plain sightâ approach, but letâs actually have some fun here.
In this rewrite, the Shadow Dragons are literally operating from the underground. Now, Minrathousâ underground system has two things that are very beneficial for a secretive rebellious organisation:
Vast catacombs. The catacombs of Minrathous are so massive that they can store food to survive years of siege. Minrathous, like so many cities and settlements in Tevinter, is built on the bones of Elvhenan. You can easily get lost in those catacombs.
Gigantic sewers. The sewers are arguably even more treacherous than the catacombs, because we have seen in Tevinter Nights what can lurk there. Imagine the sewers of the greatest city in the world, the greatest magical city in the world. Surely it comes with its own set of urban legends akin to the sewer gator. But in a city like Minrathous, those legends are probably true. Failed magical experiments, lyrium-infused mutations, abominations of former mages who failed some twisted blood magic experiment, possessed objects; all this can be found in Minrathousâ sewers. Dangerous for everyone, and therefore perfect for the Shadow Dragons.
The Shadow Dragons operate from a place called "The Shadow Lairâ, a section of an underground district known simply as âThe Undercityâ. Thatâs where all the poor and forgotten retreat if they wish to disappear from the world, or criminals who flee the Imperiumâs justice system. A dangerous but also perfect place.
NOTE: For the duration of the prologue, Rook will be referred to by the name of Mercar, as âRookâ is the name they give themselves after disappearing from the scene.
Depending on what race Mercar is, the stakes vary:
If Mercar is a human, they are the direct heir of House Mercar, destined to take over the family name one day. If Mercar is a human mage, they are currently in the process of getting their family appointed to Laetan status, which will give them more political power and influence.
If Mercar is a dwarf, they are an adopted scion of House Mercar.
If Mercar is an elf or a qunari, they are an official slave of House Mercar, but itâs made pretty clear in the beginning that House Mercarâs slaves are slaves in name only, while actually being more akin to paid servants. House Mercar simply refers to them as slaves to stay under the Magisteriumâs radar and actually uses them to pass on information to the Shadow Dragons.
I was personally disappointed that DAV didnât really touch on Tevinterâs slavery system. It felt a bit like I was treated with kid gloves and not given the trust to being able to handle dark topics. But Tevinter, as has been established in all DA media before DAV, is a pretty dark place for anyone who isnât a human mage. And itâs important to depict that as it shows the stakes and just how rotten of a society the Imperium is. We need to see what the Shadow Dragons are actually fighting for. Itâs not enough to just tell us how much a freedom fighter group we are, no, we need to see it.
Meeting the Leaders of the Shadow Dragons
For the sake of this playthrough, our Mercar is going to be a human mage, and thus not only the direct heir to the house but also one who can elevate it to Laetan status. We have a lot to lose, so we must be extra careful in this precarious situation.
So Mercar meets with the leaders of the Shadow Dragons, namely Maevaris and the Viper. From this conversation, we get the general gist of whatâs about to happen and why we are here: House Mercar decided to get a bit more involved with the Shadow Dragons after both parties discovered a massive plot for something big involving Minrathousâ vast slave population. Whatever it is, itâs happening somewhere in Dock Town, and we are to rendezvous with Neve Gallus, a local and renowned detective, to get to the bottom of this.
Exploring the Shadow Lair
After the conversation, we get to have a quick look around the Shadow Lair, where we can instigate a small series of encounters:
We can talk to Maevaris some more and learn about her past and her motivation behind what used to be the Lucerni.
We can talk to the Viper and learn more about him, how heâs usually running operations and that heâs from an Altus house. But thatâs about everything you can learn about him at this point in time.
We can meet Lorelei and learn about her being one of the city elves Loghain sold to Tevinter all the way back in DAO. She will give a few remarks on how the Hero of Ferelden dealt with the Alienage and how she and Alistair made it a more just place.
NOTE: For this rewriteâs hypothetical playthrough, the Hero of Ferelden is a Human Noble who romanced Alistair and became Queen of Ferelden. She is now searching for a cure for the Calling.
We can have a bit of a look at the Undercity and just see how much of a poor and dark place it is. This is the gutter, no, this is below the gutter. The people here wish to disappear. They are miserable, most of them have given up hope. The Shadow Dragons are the only ones who actually care about them.
Since the Undercity is below modern Minrathous, we can see traces of ancient elven architecture on display, including mosaics and frescoes.
An Old Friend
Just as weâre about to leave for Dock Town, a familiar face strides into the Shadow Lair: Varric Tethras. Yes, we actually get to see Rookâs first meeting with Varric here! Maevaris greets and introduces him to us (and we actually get to know that Varric and Maevaris are family, which DAV kind of glossed over, thank you very much). Mercar gets to have a first chat with Varric, where he assess our personality. This vibe check is what allows us to determine Rookâs general personality: are we diplomatic, humorous, or aggressive? I fully get that Varric wouldnât pick an evil person to fight against Solas, but we should still have some kind of roleplay room regarding Rookâs way of thinking and speaking.
Varricâs purpose in these prologues is very similar to Duncanâs in DAO. Heâs the one who recruits you into the larger fight and acts as a mentor figure for a while. I was actually fully expecting that to be the case in the actual game when we were told that Varric recruits Rook into the fight against Solas. Well, he did, but I would have liked to see it! Alas, we shall do so here!
Varric stays behind in the Shadow Lair while we go off and do our thing.
Entering Dock Town
Dock Town is pretty much right above the Undercity, the gutter above the actual gutter. The entrance to the Shadow Lair is quite hidden with enchantments, known only to Shadow Dragons and their associates.
Dock Town is going to stay pretty much exactly as we see it in the game. If there is one place in Minrathous where everyone could mingle without being necessarily immediately prosecuted, itâs that place (which is probably why thatâs the only part of Minrathous we see in the game, but I digress). However, there will be one major change: slavery is still a thing.
Dock Town isâŠwellâŠa place where ships dock. That includes ships of slave traders and prisoners of war. In this rewrite, Tevinter is still locked into a war with the Qunari, so there will be a lot of that reflected in the environment. As we walk through Dock Town, we see guards on high alert, slaves and prisoners being led away in chains. Weâre doing some important environmental storytelling here that lets us know exactly why Tevinter is a place that needs to be liberated and changed so desperately.
Meeting Neve Gallus
We find Neve Gallus at the Cobbled Swan. Depending on dialogue choices, we might or might not have heard of her up to this point. I think it would be fun if Mercar could geek out about her because he read some sensationalist tabloid about one of her cases.
So Neve tells us that a huge part of Dock Town was closed off for a great event, a former small coliseum that hasnât been used in decades. Coincidentally, several unpurchased slaves and prisoners of war are being dragged into that area.
Neve has a good lead to assume that the Venatori are somehow behind this because of course they are. Neve gives us a recap on what the Venatori are and how she had multiple run-ins with them already. She is to be absolutely certain that Mercar can be trusted as they will need to work together on this. In response, Mercar shares his side of the information, that his father, Charon Mercar, who is also a respected Legatus in this rewrite, oversaw a strange pattern in how many prisoners of war and masterless slaves, primarily from places like Ventus and Carastes, Qunari-conquered cities, have simply disappeared, and how surprisingly many military vessels have been transferred to Minrathous. Since Neve is a detective, itâs fun to make this part of the journey feel a bit like a crime mystery.
Once all information has been shared, Neve declares that itâs time to go.
Approaching the Coliseum
Neve takes us across Dock Townâs roofs towards the closed-off area of the coliseum. There, we see just how massively guarded it is. The official excuse for all this is a military training exercise. Horrifyingly, this is much closer to the truth than we realise. There are Imperial Templars and Legionnaires patrolling the outskirts, so we have to find our way in.
Neve directs us to a secret hiding spot, where we meet Tarquin, who is, as we know, an Imperial Templar working for the Shadow Dragons. Not even he knows exactly whatâs happening, but something definitely big is going on.
There are two options before us: do we sneak in from above and observe from the shadows, or do we disguise ourselves as templars and participate in a more open manner? This right here gives us another choice regarding Mercarâs way of doing things. Are we feeling confident enough to just walk in and hide in plain sight? Or do we take the stealthy approach? While Neve is all for stealth, Tarquin prefers the closer look. So a first major choice presents itself:
Follow Neve and observe the proceedings from above, quietly gathering the information you need.
Follow Tarquin and disguise yourself as an attendant, getting a much closer look at the proceedings.
So Iâm feeling a little brave right now. I think my Mercar would try to do the bold approach to get better results, even if it means a higher risk. For this playthrough, Iâm choosing to follow Tarquin and let myself be disguised. Neve begrudgingly follows along.
Entering the Coliseum
A few minutes later, Mercar, Neve, and Tarquin approach the Coliseum gates in disguise. Tarquin wears his Templar armour, while Mercar and Neve are dressed as mages of the Legion.
Once we enter the arena, we have the chance to explore it for a little while. Doing so allows us to encounter the following:
We can have an early chat with Magister Zara Renata, who will, of course, be very relevant later, along with her lackeys Felicia and Calivan, all of whom are prominent members of the Venatori. Neve is able to make that connection due to Feliciaâs brother Livius having so notoriously attempted to corrupt the Wardens at Adamant Fortress in DAI.
We may encounter Magister Bataris, alongside his son Albin and get early hints of just how far the Venatori corruption runs.
If we make a good enough persuasion attempt at the Templar Captain guarding the entrance to a basement, we shall enter it and discover the prisoners and slaves intended for some heinous affair. Here, and only here, if we perform this correct dialogue choice, and being a human mage, unfortunately, certainly helps here, we get to see that our father, Charon Mercar, is among the imprisoned. And the worst of it all? He doesnât even recognise you. Actually none of the slaves and prisoners react in any way, as all of them seem to be under some sort of spell. As we look closer, we can see that all of them have strange spiked collars around their necks, filled with blood. This is blood magic that keeps them entranced. If we want to risk it, we have time to break our fatherâs collar and ensure that perhaps, he can escape. So we do just that.
The Imperator
Following our exploration of the Coliseum, we get streamed into a crowd of onlookers as the Imperator of Tevinterâs legions, the Supreme Legatus himself, Magister Aemilianus Laskaris, enters the centre of the arena.
We know from DAV that Tevinter has an Imperator, and the Imperator is not the same as the Archon in this context. While the Archon is the overall ruler, the Imperator is the highest military commander. Think of this guy as Tevinterâs version of Loghain. Laskaris also happens to be one of the loudest voices responsible for forcing the Lucerni out of the Magisterium.
Laskaris delivers a speech in which he proclaims just how bad Tevinter is faring against the Antaam. Here we get some early insight into the fact that a large chunk of the Qunari army broke off and is now bearing down on Antiva and Rivain. However, a large part of it remained and is following the Arishok into battle against the Imperium. And even against this broken Antaam, the Legions are starting to fail.
Laskaris cites lost cities such as Ventus, Carastes, and Neromenian as evidence for the desperate situation Tevinter is now facing. Therefore, something must be done. Something drastic. He presents, to the gathered onlookers, the Salvatio Initiative. Basically, all unpurchased slaves and prisoners of war are to be given to Tevinterâs legions, where Laskaris and the Legates serving under him will perform blood magic rituals to turn them into mindless but ravaging soldiers against the Antaam. Dangerous cannon fodder essentially. He will use tonightâs demonstration to convince the gathered members of the Magisterium to pass a law that will officially permit Tevinterâs legions to use blood magic. Well, we know, Tevinter has always used blood magic behind closed doors, but this will mean that all safety measures are off, all precautions, all careful attempts at hiding it. And the worst part is: since slaves are considered nothing but tools, it wonât even be seen as unethical by the large portion of conservative Senate members. And prisoners of war? Qunari? Who cares about them anyway, right? This is the darkness and true corruption permeating Tevinter. This is exactly why the Shadow Dragons exist to bring back the light.
Several doors open and Laskaris directs all slaves and prisoners to be brought forth. Â They are all wearing the blood collars. Upon the Imperatorâs command, him and several blood mages under his leadership, activate the blood collars and turn the slaves and prisoners into an absolute frenzy. A battle erupts in which the sheer destructive power of the now-mindless fighters is demonstrated.
Mercar now has a choice to make, and it is the biggest one there is in the prologue:
Do we stealthily fight the blood mages and try to rescue the innocent mind-controlled people without blowing our cover? You do, however, risk your father dying.
Do we rush in headfirst and fight Laskaris head-on, saving your father but maybe dooming more innocents and risking exposure?
Do we put our personal emotional interest above the greater good or vice versa? Well, because we broke our fatherâs collar earlier, we can at least assume that heâs going to be able to fight for himself with a clear head, so letâs focus on the blood mages in a stealthy manner.
Neve and Tarquin quickly take us behind the scenes as the crowd watchers in apt interest. There are five blood mages, including Laskaris, who need to be dealt with. Neve takes one half, Tarquin the other, while you have a go at Laskaris himself. You are masked so he wonât know itâs you.
While Neve and Tarquin successfully dismantle two blood mages each, we sneak right up to Laskaris and try to either knock him out or backstab him altogether. This results in the same outcome but tells a lot about Mercarâs personality. Do we kill this guy and end it now? Or do we try and incapacitate him so that he can still be of use for the future?
Regardless, Laskaris sees it coming and engages in a boss battle against us. Itâs a tough battle, one that we are logically meant to lose. If we get Laskaris down to 0HP, miraculously so unless we play on Storyteller mode, the cutscene will slightly change but the outcome remains largely the same.
Laskaris lashes out and wounds us, causing us to fall down, bleeding, losing our mask, exposing ourselves to Laskaris, while the slaves and prisoners stage a mad revolt around us, forcing the gathered magisters to flee the scene. But because we freed our father from his collar, he comes rushing in to save us, engaging Laskaris in a one-on-one duel. Despite âonlyâ being Soporati, he puts up quite a fight with his huge two-hander. We want to help him, desperately so, but we are just too weak. Laskaris is impressed by Charonâs strength, but ultimately, deals him a mortal wound. Just before Laskaris turns to finish us off, he is struck in the shoulder byâŠBianca!
Varric steps into the fray and fires off a row of bolts against the Imperator, allowing Neve and Tarquin to take us away as we pass out. As they do so, the Viper appears and casts a spell that shrouds the whole arena in fog.
Back at the Shadow Lair
We awaken in the Shadow Lair and are greeted by Varric. It turns out that he was using this whole mission to assess us from the background, to determine if we are the one heâs looking for. And he decides that, yes, we are. Laskaris, the Venatori, all of this is just one puzzle piece of something much greater. We can press Varric on what this could possibly be, but he won't tell us just yet. Instead, he tells us that we should disappear. And he might just be able to help with that. We can be incredibly outrageous about this. I just discovered the biggest plot to endanger slaves ever since the Magister Sidereal tore open the Veil to reach the Golden City! I canât just leave right now to pursue something I don't even know about!
At this point, Maevaris joins us and agrees that Mercar has to disappear for a while, now that Laskaris knows who we are. We canât be seen with the Shadow Dragons for the time being. Doing so would just endanger the whole cause.
Reluctantly or readily, that depends on our personality, we concede that there is sense in Varricâs words. Varric advises us to adopt a codename as well, like so many agents of the Inquisition did back in the day. Mercar thinks for a moment, reflects on the most recent events, and decides on âRookâ. Varric approves. âThe strongest piece on the chessboard, I like it.â
Afterwards we get a final chance to talk to the members of the Shadow Dragons before we depart, and get a last look at the Undercity. Neve returns to Dock Town to keep an eye on Laskaris and the slave rings, as well as search for any Venatori ties.
What follows is a cutscene where Rook and Varric depart the Shadow Lair and leave Minrathous altogether. One last time, Rook looks at the city he swore to fight for, then turns around and follows Varric into the unknown.
And thatâs as far as weâll go today! I hope you enjoyed my little hypothetical take on a potential Shadow Dragon origin mission. Of course, not everything is refined and perfect, but I hope you still got the overall gist of what I was going for! Next time, we shall focus on a potential prologue for the Grey Wardens! Stay tuned!
Rewriting Veilguard Part 3 - The Grey Wardens
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Lots of questions in the notes. Understandably. I didn't expect this to get notes haha.
Yes all of these are actual posts I have seen, and yes, many of them were very likely bait. And also, yes, I did dumb them down or use more shocking language to make a funnier post.
I have seen several posts by different people claiming Emmrich is a slaver, pointing out the "hypocrisy" in his line with the slave he helps free in his first quest . While I will give it to them, a lot of mortalatasi and mages in general do abuse spirits Emmrich is so very clearly not one of them haha. His story makes that unquestionably clear, he finds it vile that mages, like Johanna, do this.
Only one post I've seen about spite and I sensationalized it a bit, they didn't say pedo, they just proposed that they found it weird because he's "Obviously child coded". I see him being a bit of a contrary little bitch (affectionate) at times but I think that has more to do with him being a spirit of spite rather than indication of age. He is noted to be a young spirit by curio and keepsake but I don't think that necessarily means child because they are both very very old spirits.
I've seen quite a few Taash negative posts call them child coded or way too childish. One post claimed to simultaneously be a long time dragon age fan while claiming taash was clearly "supposed to be the mental equivalent of 14 for their species" which is not a dragon age thing. All races age the same with the same life spans. I think they're very on par with most 20-somethings, especially ones with overbearing parents.
The killing Harding one I'm pretty sure was just someone airing out frustration with the general fandoms elf love above all else. But it wasn't claiming it was real world racist, rather fantasy racist, because people preferred elves over dwarves in this fandom.
Dragon age is back, I love going in the tags it's awful. Emmrich is enslaving Manfred, wanting to fuck spite makes you a pedo, Taash is child coded, Killing Harding is racist and more to come I'm sure
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28th november fic rec!
*welcome to the final show*
this is the last 28th appreciation of 2024 for me, as i'll be posting my 2024 fic recs in the last week of december so ill just include my december recs in there :)
so! here's my november fic recs:
Eternal Summer (65K) by j_klmnop
After the death of his estranged father, Harry makes the trip from London to Naples, Italy to say his goodbyes. He has seven days before the funeral and since he's on summer break from university, he decides to make a road trip out of it.
His carefully planned trip is thrown a loop when he meets a beautiful blue eyed hitchhiker named Louis, who is trying to escape his controlling family. With no destination in mindâ just the desire to get as far away as possible, Louis decides to tag along for the ride to Italy, with plans to continue on once they arrive.
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now that we're alone (say you hate me) (18K) by 28goldensfics | @28goldens
Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are Co-Project Managers, constantly bickering at work, always finding themselves at odds, and competing to be the best. When a scheduling mishap with their companyâs timeshare forces them to share a summer vacation, they're less than thrilled. But, as they navigate their time together, they realize that their animosity might be masking something a bit deeper than the hate.
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reminiscence (259K) by Fxckinf
âIâll always look after you.â Louis whispers.
âAlways?â
âAlways and forever, Harold.â
Or
Louis and Harry were the friends that fell in love and then broke up. Harry tries to navigate having his ex in his friendship group, which only gets harder when it becomes apparent that thereâs a secret.
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if we were butterflies (52K) by blueskiesrry | @blueskiesrry
âIs this how I used to look at you?â His hand hovers just over the collarbone of the sculpture, like heâs caught between wanting to touch and wanting to pull away, wanting to leave and wanting to stay.
Eyes stuck on Harry, unaware of anything else in the room, Louis whispers, âSomething like that,â wondering now if he ever quite did it justice.
or: after recruiting harry to model for his sculptures and coming to know all his edges, louis loses him to a life more prosperous than he can provide. he finds harry again four years later.
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Seeing Blind (46K) by zedi
Louis finally turns his head in Liamâs direction, knows his face is showing the longing heâs been aching with ever since it took root in his chest. âWhat the fuck do I do, Liam? He wouldnât want me like that, but I want-â his voice cracks, and he turns his face back downwards. âWhat do you do when youâre not perfect for the person whoâs perfect for you?â
OR the one where Harryâs an independent omega who likes to have his fun and Louis is the blind alpha that changes Harryâs priorities.
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Stars over Amsterdam (4K) by HelloLovers13 | @hellolovers13
Louis remembers how stressed they were, trying to get tickets at all. The waiting for the email with the code, which only Louis got, the actual On-sale. How Harry stood behind him, peeling at his nails nervously. Trying not to distract Louis.
But it had all gone smoothly and he had gotten the tickets within just a few minutes.
Harry had jumped around Louisâs chair in excitement like a bouncing ball. Already starting to plan their outfits.
A gold fringe dress for Harry, Fearless was his favourite album, after all, and a matching shirt he had found online for Louis. So people could tell right away they were an item.
That was their plan. Before it all went to shit.
or
Fate in form of Eras Tour tickets forces Louis to meet up with his Ex.
Hopefully soon to be Ex-Ex.
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[series] I See Us in Black & White (70K) by Ioudloudlove
Harry Styles is just your average 20-something. He followed his soul to a new town and now he works hard as a barman and lives alone in his little house. That is until he's swept off his feet... literally.
When Harry regains consciousness, his entire world has changed. Everything that was once black and white is now flooded with colour. And the first person he sees is his soulmate...Liam.
What Harry didn't count on was Liam's best mate...Louis. What is it about him that Harry just can't let go of? Why has his entire world been turned around? And is it really possible to walk away from your soulmate to chase a dream?
Original Prompt:
soulmate au where you see the world in black-and-white until you meet your soulmate. Harry Styles meets two people at once at the moment he first sees in colour, makes the wrong choice, and falls in love with the right one anyway
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Whole Lot of History (73K) by Blue_Green28 | @bluegreen28fics
Louis and Harry have a whole lot of history. With 3 children coming out of their twelve years long marriage they are essential parts of each other's lives even though they have moved on with new partners since their divorce ten years ago. Or have they?
What happens when Harry finally gets some money to open the coffee shop he had always dreamed of and they spend more time together to plan everything? Does their love still have a chance?
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Not having a breakdown! (I'm just here for the kid.) (28K) by louisismycat (tiflamomet) | @liminalkitty369
Harry has to park outside his ex-husbandâs (Louis) wedding so that he can whisk their kid away if a meltdown ensues during the day. Guests will not know this and will only see him parked outside, it cannot be stressed enough, his ex-husbandâs wedding.
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Hazelbridge (77K) by CoolCrying
Nestled in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales, the tiny town of Hazelbridge has been home to Louis and his family for generations. Heir to his grandfather's historic bookshop, Louis lives a quiet but happy life, providing a hub for the town's many queer people, and indulging his love for books. That is, until Harry Styles comes to town.
This is the story of a town and two bookshops. It's the story of a family, and two boys with very different stories, who fell in love.
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At Least Let Me Buy You Dinner First (35K) by Anonymouis
âI said, Harry. As in Styles. AKA you. Youâre pretty and certainly a piece of art if you ask me.â Louis mewls.
âOh,â Harry breathes. He takes a moment taking in Louis.
Louis watches his eyes work their way all over his face and body trying to read him. Luckily, he knows just how to read Harry. The moment their eyes meet again, Louis leans in a little at a time, as slowly as possible. His heart racing, giving Harry all the time to back out, but then, Harry is reaching around Louisâ wrist and sliding their hands together, lacing their fingers and leaning in as well.
ThenâŠ
The bell above the door rings.
They both pull back at light speed, sniffling and coughing from almost being caught. Harry trips over his own feet with the force that he used. Giggles fall from both of them while Louis steadies him.
âFirst day with legs there, bambi?â
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Come What May (58K) by j_klmnop
Louis didn't believe in love at first sight until he met his neighbour Harry, the gorgeous man in the apartment next door who saved lives and had a smile that made his knees weak.
Louis was determined that today was the day he would finally grow some balls and ask Harry on a date.
Until his plans were disrupted by an unexpected delivery. One that would surely ruin his chances at any kind of love life.
Or, maybe it would be just what Louis needed to bring he and Harry closer together.
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2 a.m. texts (30K) by everysingleday
Harry has just come out and, with his best friend Louisâ support, he might finally be brave enough to go on a date with the guy heâs been chatting with on a dating app. Meanwhile, thereâs a cat that wants to murder Louis, a fast-approaching deadline for Harry to find a new place to live, and this minor situation wherein he and Louis canât seem to stop making out. Itâs not a big deal. Louis is just being supportive.
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Roman Empire (11K) by Speechless
One day Louis answers Liam's phone while he is in the shower.
That's how he meets Harry, Liam's friend who moved to Italy just a while ago.
And that's how Liam loses ownership of his phone.
âDo they sleep on the other side of the bed in Italy?â
He hears Harry laugh for a moment.
âI sleep right in the middle,â Harry replies. âBecause no one will marry me.â
Louis bites back a little smile.
âHave you asked enough people?â
âThe old lady walking her dog, just now.â Harry confirms. âShe said no.â
Written for the BLFF 2024
Based on prompt 205: A Larry fic that includes the âI love you,â âno, you donâtâ convo.
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Feel free to ignore but I just have to get this out. I know this sounds mean but IÂŽm happy that
a) Tim and Oliver lurk in fandom like no other and are seeing what people say about them and
b) Oliver had months of reprieve from the deranged people that make his following because they were turning all their guns on Lou. In fact he gained popularity because they convinced themselves (with his help, I add) that he is their champion and actually wants Buddie to happen. What does he think will happen now, when in a couple of weeks Buddie still has not happend? There is no Tommy standing in the way anymore and we will go right back to accusations of baiting and of people calling him fat and bald and almost too ugly for Eddie (yes, that happend). And when this happens and he has another whiny outburst on SM I will laugh until I fall over.
They droped the ball with every other LI before because they were to chicken shit to even try putting a stop to the endless harrassment. I think Megan West was the most egregious example of just leaving someone hanging and even encouraging the shit that went on online. They had a chance here, for the first time, to try to get out of this toxic Buddie brew they are in. If nothing else the way the relationship with Tommy was received, the way it garnered press by outlets other than glorified fan blogs like "Fangirlish" and gained them a new audience and the move to ABC all presented an opportunity to combat the toxicity by simply taking the fandom monopoly away from the crazies. But they just did not have the balls and now look at their pathetic attempts to make Brad happen on their IG. Engagement is low and what it there is the usual idiots screaming for Buddie and nothing else.
I hope it was worth it. I donÂŽt see the show getting a 10th season, maybe not even a 9th. The spin off will be cheaper to produce, Peter talked about quitting before and the ratings trend downwards since S6. Not to mention the writing is absolute shit since Tim is back.
Maybe Oliver hopes that Callum Blue is the kind of guy that can get him a job after 911 gets canceled and is worth sucking up to. Last time I checked he couldnÂŽt even get cast on a Hallmark movie so why not try, right? Buddie fans will not follow him either way, I hope he knows that.
Hey, hon. Thanks for the ask. Sorry I haven't posted this or replied before now. I haven't logged into my computer in a few days, have just been doing everything on my phone, and I didn't want to try to reply to this on my phone, that would takes ages.
I've been in the 911 fandom since two months after the last episode of season 1 aired. Oliver and 911 shot themselves in the foot by not shooting this Bvddie bullshit down from the very beginning. They've spent years leading Bvddie fans on, purposely having scenes with Buck and Eddie that cause the lunatics to see things that aren't there, because it gives the show more engagement.
Oliver and 911 know that Bvddie fans will never stop watching the show because they're so sure that at some point, 911 and Oliver will give in and make Bvddie canon because 'it's what they deserve'. At least, that's the bullshit I've read a lot of on Twitter and other places. What Bvddie fans don't understand, is they aren't owed shit.
I learned this the hard way when I was in the 100 fandom. I, and many other Bellarke fans thought that since we were loyal fans of the show, we'd be rewarded by getting Bellarke eventually. But just like Bvddie is never going to happen, Bellarke never happened. The writers and show runners had no interest in going there. They just liked to bait fans. Just like 911 does, with Buck and Eddie.
I personally feel like Oliver was relieved that all the hate was getting thrown at Lou and not himself, and he got a break from those assholes for a few months. But now that Lou and Tommy are gone, they're just going to go back to harassing him because Bvddie isn't canon and never will be, and those dumbasses can't cope.
Oliver knows that if he ever truly tells the Bvddie fans that it's never going to happen, he'll lose a large majority of his fan base. So, he just doesn't say anything. He encourages their twisted thinking and doesn't put them in their place when they're being assholes. Neither does Tim, so it's a monster of their own making. (The Bvddie fandom)
I can't speak on anything to do with the actresses of the other LI's. For many years since I started watching the show, I didn't interact with other fans much. The only time I did, was when I wrote fanfiction when I was a Bvddie shipper for 2 years, but after I found out what a bunch of toxic assholes they were, I ditched that fandom and am so glad I did.
Yeah, I check out the 911 IG page every few days because that's all I can stand. I can't look at it daily. All the Bvddie bullshit on every post claiming 'Bvddie canon, season 8!' It makes me roll my eyes so hard it hurts. Also, the way those idiots talk, like Buck and Tommy weren't in a relationship, like Buck is Eddie's one true love, and the other father of Chris.. God, I can't help but tell them how stupid they are for believing that. Especially since Ryan said in an interview that Chis has only one dad, and Buck sure as fuck ain't it.
The show will be lucky if it gets a season 9. This season is just not good, and I mean that honestly. Putting aside the BuckTommy of it all, it's crap. They focused too much on that Brad character which was a fucking waste of screen time. They traumatized Henren and their kids, had a plot that ended like within 5 minutes with Ortiz, had a decent start for Gerrard being a bad guy and dropped him for BRAD! Who the fuck cares about fucking Brad? No one.
When it comes to the IG posts, the first few days and maybe weeks after the BT breakup, both fans and GA made their feelings about the out of the blue breakup known, but after fighting the stupid Bvddie fans in the comments for a few days, most people backed off. I've gotten messages from people on IG who are BT and GA fans, who said that just like a lot of my comments on the IG page, their comments were removed for supporting BT, and for dishing out some of the bs that the Bvddie's have been doing for years.
Which once again shows that the people who man the 911 IG page, are catering to the most toxic assholes in the fandom. Every fucking post on the 911 IG has bullshit about Bvddie going canon, but people who talk about BT, or who even dare to criticize, in a nice way even, who criticize the plots being cut off, making no sense, the characters doing things that are out of character, they get deleted. But yet the lunatic's comments remain on the posts.
IF the show gets renewed for season 9, I'm betting it will be the last. This season so far has just been a shitshow. In terms of the writing for the show, and in terms of the Bvddie fans taking being complete assholes, to the highest degree imaginable.
I don't give a shit about Brad the character or his actor. I hate the character, he fucking annoys me. I didn't find any of this plot funny, just irritating and I want him gone. The mains were pushed to the background this season for Brad, some dumbass that's not some great character, but some idiot.
Also, Oliver is like a child. He only cares about praise and ass kissers. He says what will cause him to look good. I remember there was one time a few years ago, where he had some contact with a Bvddie fan and when the fan said that he was a dick for leading people on about Bvddie if it's not going to happen, he snapped back and said that he was just an actor doing this job and to stop being so mean to him.
In my opinion, he's a fucking moron who did it to himself. Him and Tim. As I said above, they could've gotten the assholes under control or even gotten rid of them from the start by being honest and just saying their stupid Bvddie is never going to happen. But no, they're too worried about ratings dropping, so they throw in Bvddie scenes every now and then to keep baiting those fans and they eat it all up.
Every time Buck and Eddie share a scene, those idiot's are all, "It's happening! Bvddie canon, y'all!" And then nothing ever happens, and those assholes get mad at being baited once again. It's been 7 1/2 seasons. If Bvddie were ever going to go canon, it would've happened by now.
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LAES Earth Appreciation Post!
[This is something I wrote in the tsbs discord like back in october. But, I think nows a good time to share what I said on the tumblrs]
I love Earth shes awesome. Compassionate and humble but not a pushover or doormat. Feminine and emotional but not portrayed as weak. Not only is she one of the physically strongest characters in all of TSBS (barring the astrals and robots made of adaptium), but allowing herself to openly display and feel her emotions allows her to have a great deal of emotional resilience. Sun has broken, Moon has broken, Lunar has broken, Nex broke x 50. But while she has been upset and needed time to process bad things happening to her, Earth has not broken. And loosing her innocence and naivete did not make her lose her kindness. She just learnt to place value on herself.
And quite often despite being very openly emotional Earth is probably a lot more rational about things (generally) than her brothers (apart from Solar) tend to be.
And I love that there is a feminie character being portrayed as being strong both physically and mentally without it detracting from her femininity or portraying her as cold and stoic. We need more characters like that. ------
To add on to what I wrote back then: Earth is not perfect. She makes mistakes. She has unlikable characteristics. She sometimes has unhealthy dimensions to her relationships. She can even be annoying or make dumb decisions. Just like all the other characters in the show! Because if you haven't noticed, everyone in sams, laes and eaps is a freaking mess of a person! They all have things about them that suck and that is part of why we love them!
I love Earth, because she carries some of the flaws I sometimes find myself struggling with. Like placing overly high expectations on oneself, of perfectionism, of letting my emotions at times get in the way of when I need to be objective, of apologizing too much, of taking responsibility at times for choices and emotions that are not mine, of insecurity in if I'm "good enough" or "kind enough" or "trying hard enough", and of placing too much of my identity and validation in the hands of others at times.
Earth is awesome. and imperfect. and that is why I love her character.
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Post-CACW Stony: a fic rec list
I've been on a Captain America: Civil War kick lately, and since I know that Steve-friendly CW Stony fic can be hard to find, I've put together a rec list!
I am thoroughly team cap, but these range from being anti-accords to just not getting into the issue, and all are Steve-friendly as long as you can accept a lot little loving Steve-whump.
Atlas by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) (Not Rated, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 11,505 words)
Summary: They don't hear each other.
Eigengrau by vorkosigan (@the-vorkosigan) (Teen And Up Audiences, 16,811 words)
Summary: Tony is captured; he doesn't know by whom, or why. He doesn't know how much time has passed since. What he knows is, he can now hear something in the adjacent cell, and that 'something' sounds a lot like Steve Rogers.
Nights When the Wolves Are Silent, and Only the Moon Howls by Cluegirl, Defiler_Wyrm (@cluegrrl) (Mature, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, 77,612 words)
Note: has a Stucky element too, but the relationship between Steve and Tony is the main focus.
Summary: âCould you drop all that stoic shit and be my freaking-the-hell-out wingman for just like, five seconds here?â Steve wasnât sure he could think of anything he wanted less to do than to freak out about his wounds just then though, so he reached across his chest and gingerly patted Samâs clenched knuckles. âItâll be fine,â he promised, believing it. âSerumâs handled worse.â âYou know, I actually believe you,â Sam allowed after a long second of glaring. âWhich is deeply alarming, considering how much of your connective tissue Iâve touched in the last 4 hours. Now you wanna tell me what Russoffâs men did to you that made it look like you got mauled by a bear?â Steve flinched, then breathed the memory down to size. âNot a bear,â he murmured. âWolves.â
More below the cut!
(trust me when i say) i'll get back to you by machi_kun (@machi-kun) (General Audiences, 1,549 words)
Summary: âMe and Rogers are not on speaking terms anymore.â
An Infinite Number Of Monkeys At Typewriters (Or, Steve and Tony Finally Get It Right) by JenTheSweetie (@jenthesweetie) (Mature, 18,864 words)
Summary: Tony blinked up at the face staring down at him. This was impossible. This was definitely 100% not possible, he had not just started giving a good morning handy to - âSteve?â After the events of Civil War, Tony and Steve wake up in bed next to each other in an alternate universe. It goes about as well as you'd expect it to.
And Miles to Go Before I Sleep by Cluegirl (@cluegrrl) (Mature, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 152,765 words)
Summary: They all made mistakes. They all have regrets. They all have nightmares, suspicions, and questions they'd like to ask. And they all left business behind them that was never quite finished. This is the story of how the Avengers ask those questions, get their answers, and come together like fucking adults to make things right again.
Bring Him Home by seventymilestobabylon (@seventymilestobabylon) (Explicit, 13,769 words)
Summary: Tony misses Steve very badly after the Accords. Some days he deals with it better than other days. (a fic featuring the booty call flip phone, minor kidnappings, and time jumps between chapters because the election has been happening and my brain has been too mush to make a proper plot)
Conjugal Visits by xtricks (Explicit, 4,252 words)
Summary: AU: Steve Rogers gets captured fairly soon after Civil War and sent to the Raft. Tony discovers that trying to appease your enemies doesnât work and ends up a prisoner too.
Down Came the Rain by captainoutoftime (@captain-outoftime) (Explicit, 75,274 words)
Summary: A mission goes badly for Natasha, who is discovered de-aged to three years old. She recognizes no one, but every kid knows Captain America. When Tony grudgingly makes a call, Steve makes good on his promise to answer. Steve has to work together with Tony to take care of a traumatized child and figure out how to turn their itsy bitsy spider back into a Black Widow. Neither of them really want to talk about what happened in Siberia, but living in close quarters, they have to come to some sort of peace - even if it means addressing some feelings they'd rather not admit to having. As they work together to solve the problem of a re-emerging Red Room, Steve uncovers something he never expected to find again: family.
Hating Steve Rogers by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) (Not Rated, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 16,243 words)
Summary: The thing about hating Steve Rogers is that it shouldnât be easy - but it really, really is.
I Have Questions by YourFadedGlory (HisNameWasAce) (@yourfadedglory) (Not Rated, 2,808 words)
Summary: There is only so much that Steve can carry. His legs quiver and his heart aches, he looks skyward, and in a startling moment of clarity he lets the shield go. Gouged and battered, it rings like a bell when it hits the stone floor. He wonders for a split moment if it will weigh on Tony the way it has weighed on him.
The Crying Game by fohatic (@fohatic) (Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 36,403 words)
Summary: Steve Rogers stared at the dimly glowing digital screen of the little burner phone, rereading the text message as if it might somehow give away something he missed the first dozen times he scrutinized it. His frown only deepened, though, brows drawing together with consternation as the 88 characters only left him with an even more ponderous sense of uncertainty. If you meant what you wrote, I'll be at the Swissotel Sarajevo, 4/18. Presidential Suite. 9pm. Come alone. ...Nearly a year after Steve and Tony's falloutâand only weeks after press rumors that Tony and Pepper's engagement was inexplicably called offâSteve gets a message on the dedicated burner phone. Despite his instinctive reservations, he's compelled to answer the mysterious call. An approximately canon-compliant story.
the hope that kills you by meidui (@meidui) (Mature, 1,227 words)
Summary: Steve used to go on so much about freedom and choice. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. Some of the freedom he loved was big, big enough for him to lay his life down for over and over, and some of the freedom he loved was small, like the wind in his hair when he took his motorcycle out, but now he has to sob and take it when Tony sucks a deep flowering bruise where his prison uniform couldnât possibly cover and whispers in his ear, âWhoâs gonna help you now? Where are you gonna run?â
live for the hope of it all by meidui (@meidui) (Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1,880 words)
Note: This is a sequel to the hope that kills you
Summary: âYou can keep me here, canât you?â Steve asks a little desperately as Tony kneels over him, spreading himself out all the better for Tony to take. He must have really hated his cell on the Raft, Tony thinks before he loses himself in Steveâs body, and for a little while, everything is the same as it has been for the past six months. Itâs only after, in the dark and quiet of his own bedroom with Steve sprawled sleepy and heavy across his chest that Tony realisesâ This is their cell now.
The Phone by AvengersNewB (@avengersnewb) (Mature, 9,039 words)
Summary: Tony hates the flip phone Steve sends him, but he keeps it close at all times, and it never rings until it finally does and the news might help put things into perspective - Captain America : Civil War fix-it. or The phone can't take the place of your smile. [podfic added as chapter 2]
the things we invent when we are scared by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) (Not Rated, 18,305 words)
Summary: Steve is trapped in a dream machine, programmed to make him believe he's living his happiest fantasy. Tony goes inside to wake him up, but what he finds is a lot more complicated than he expected.
there's nothing but blue skies by Meatball42 (Mature, Major Character Death, 647 words)
Summary: âThis isnât good,â Steve said grimly.
#marvel fic rec#stony#cacw#steve rogers#tony stark#this list has taken years because searching ao3 for steve-friendly cacw stony#is like sticking your hand in a barrel of loose knives looking for treasure#the ice cold steve takes i have seen guys
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A really funny reverse on the daddy post: someone asks you to call them daddy and you say âyouâre not my dad!â
You're Not My Dad! - Sabo, Usopp, Kid
Content: NSFW & MDNI (not in Usoppâs), sexual situations, unintentional (?) kinkshaming, laughing during sex, Pre-Skip Usopp, Usopp being silly, Usoppâs can be read as platonic
Notes* yeessss thank you sm for this one >:) I took a little bit of creative liberty with this one and did some different characters this time!
Sabo
The sheets are tangled around the bare bodies of the both of you
The room is quiet aside from the soft pants and sounds from the two of you
In this intimate moment, youâre completely enveloped in each other
Sabo leans down, biting at your earlobe. Heâs so lost in the moment, lost in you
âCall me Daddy.â
You didnât believe it at first. Did he just say that? Like for real?
You look him dead in the eyes, have just enough time to ask him what the hell he just said, before you burst out laughing, asking him if thatâs his way of asking for a baby, or if heâs just feeling extra spicy today
Sabo looks like heâs going to explode
âOh, crap, I got a little carried away, Iâm sorry!âÂ
Itâs kind of hard to continue your coupling after that but you two are laughing pretty hard
Kid
Sex with Kid was a pretty frequent thing as his partner. The guy just has an insatiable appetite for your body
With that, your relationship has dived into quite a few kinksÂ
So as heâs got you pinned, writhing and sighing at his touch, he has no hesitation as he whispers,
âWhoâs your daddy?â
It doesnât throw you off guard so much as it does just kind of⊠Turn you off a bit?
You really donât wanna think about your dad in the middle of this
You hardly think about it when you reply along the lines of, bitch, not you!
Of course he stops, thinking for sure that youâre just being bratty before he realizes no, heâs just goofed up here
âJust- Forget it!â
Heâs red in the face and just continues touching you, trying to move on from the situation
Usopp
You were sitting nearby, watching him making repairs on the Merry
He was rambling on and on about how heâs fixed ships from 20,000 different pirate ships in the past
An obvious lie, but itâs entertaining to listen to him ramble on about it, making up stories that very well could be turned into truth one day
Maybe not this particular one- Usopp was, by no means, a Shipwright. But he cared for the Merry and he did his best, so you couldnât fault him for that
Usopp leans back from his task, wiping his forehead and sighing with finality as he finishes
He excitedly gestures to his work. Itâs messy, but he prevented a leak and for that you give him a little clap
Itâs then that he puts his hands on his hips and proudly puffs out his chest.
âCall me Daddy Usopp!â
You immediately scream out the first thing that comes to mind in response- youâre not my dad!
It makes the both of you laugh out loud, enough to bring tears to both your eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation
#one piece#hwop#harleywritesop#harleyasks#one piece kid#eustass captain kidd#captain kid#eustass kid x reader#eustass kid#op usopp#god usopp#usopp#usopp x reader#one piece usopp#sabo#revolutionary sabo#one piece sabo#flame emperor sabo#sabo one piece#sabo x reader
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â 1D Monthly Fic Roundup â
Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for November 2024! Below youâll find 1D fics that were all published this month. We hope youâll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundupâ. You can find all our other posts here.
Happy reading!
ïŒ Lost and Found by @signofcomfort [T, 33k, Louis/Harry]
Harry, the misfit wolf in the pack, always longed for affection but was too drowned in his own loneliness.
The pack alpha Louis Tomlinson shapes the future of his pack to be more accepting and welcoming, but would Harry ever return?
ïŒ No More Days Alone by @signofcomfort [M, 6k, Louis/Isaac Anderson]
Isaac finds himself lost amidst the tour but Louis is always there to find him.
ïŒ I want yesterdays love by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses [M, 4k, Louis/Dev Patel]
âWeâre going on holiday before the term starts again,â Oli announces in their kitchen the day after the art opening.
Louis looks up from his cereal bowl.
âWho is we?â
âIâve rented us a cottage near the beach. Me, you, Calvin, Rick, and Dev.â
Louis makes a noncommittal noise but canât deny his heartbeat racing at the mention of Dev.
ïŒ i tell myself i'm done with wicked games by haveufoundwhaturlookingfor / @sup3rbloom [T, 5k, Louis/Michael Clifford]
Omegaverse: Alpha Louis has never questioned who he is, a strong, loving Alpha who defies stereotypes. When he meets Michael, a beta, he certainly doesn't expect to fall for him (and hard).
ïŒ To start again by @loretheloner [E, 27k, Louis/Michael Blackwell]
Louis finds himself slowly falling for a bandmate again, despite Oli's warnings against it. Michael finds himself slowly falling for his boss and fighting against the ghost of Louis' past relationship. They find a way to start again.
Or a canon compliant story that follows Michael and Louis from the summer of 2019 to June of 2024. Written for prompt SS of the Louis Rare Pair Fest 2024.
ïŒ I've drowned and dreamt this moment by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 2k, Zayn/Louis]
There has been a rivalry between them since they were young. Since the very start of their careers. Itâs always been Louis and Zayn, the ones to watch. The ones to do battle and ultimately share the podium.
They push each other to be better, is what the world says.
They hate each other, is what Zayn and Louis say.
And it all comes to a head in Val dâArgenton.
ïŒ Countdown by @allwaswell16 [M, 2k, Louis/Thomas Shelby]
Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, has taken notice of The Garrison Pubâs new barmaid, an omega named Louis. A prequel to One Part 2 of One
ïŒ if we were butterflies by @blueskiesrry [E, 52k, Harry/Louis]
ïżœïżœïżœIs this how I used to look at you?â His hand hovers just over the collarbone of the sculpture, like heâs caught between wanting to touch and wanting to pull away, wanting to leave and wanting to stay.
Eyes stuck on Harry, unaware of anything else in the room, Louis whispers, âSomething like that,â wondering now if he ever quite did it justice.
or: after recruiting harry to model for his sculptures and coming to know all his edges, louis loses him to a life more prosperous than he can provide. he finds harry again four years later.
ïŒ Whole Lot of History by Blue_Green28 / @bluegreen28fics [E, 73k, Louis/Harry]
Louis and Harry have a whole lot of history. With 3 children coming out of their twelve years long marriage they are essential parts of each other's lives even though they have moved on with new partners since their divorce ten years ago. Or have they?
What happens when Harry finally gets some money to open the coffee shop he had always dreamed of and they spend more time together to plan everything? Does their love still have a chance?
ïŒ Flying Over on My Own Tonight by @haztobegood [E, 1k, Louis/Jack Cochrane]
Louis is on his way to Monterrey, Mexico, where he'll headline Tecate Pâal Norte music festival for the first time. A text from Jack makes the flight a bit more interesting.
ïŒ Sisterhood by @haztobegood [M, 2k, OT5]
Liam was thankful to have found sisters like Harry, Louis, Niall, and Zayn after running away from her parents. They opened their door and their hearts, their once-abandoned farmhouse becoming a safe, comforting home. Then one night, an unexpected visitor arrived, revealing the dark secrets of her new family.
ïŒ The Kiss of Sleep by @haztobegood [NR, 666 words, Louis/Harry]
Louis shook his head. âIâm proper knackered.â Too many nights on the road with the noise of the tyres rolling beneath them kicked Louisâ insomnia into high gear. Heâd only been able to nip off for naps between soundcheck and their shows so heâd have enough energy to perform properly. But just barely. Now, with two days off and a plush king size bed calling his name for the first time in weeks, Louis needed to catch up on sleep.
ïŒ Love's A State Of Mind by @enchantedlandcoffee [T, 3k, Harry/Louis]
âYour omega?â Louis asked softly, trying his best to keep his voice steady. âHmmm.â Harry smushed his face in Louisâ shirt, his hand moving up to mess with one of the buttons. âHeâs great, my omega. Heâs kind and passionate and funny, even when he makes jokes about me.â âHe- He sounds great, button.â âHe is. You are.â What?!
OR Childhood friends, Harry and Louis, have been inseparable ever since they met. However, presenting as an alpha and omega drove a wedge in their relationship. One night, after Harry drunkenly confesses one too many things, Louis snaps. He realises that, despite loving his best friend so much, he needs to move on before their love tears them apart. He just needs to get the stubborn alpha on his side. Part 1 of Flower & Button
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I have some thoughts about Iroh bonding with Azula and Ozai, after reading your post about it. I find it very interesting to think that Iroh probably is reminded a lot about his relationship, or a lack of it sort of, with Ozai whenever he sees Zuko and Azula interact with each other. I think there are very interesting parallels between both sibling pairs. I also find it very strange that people think that Iroh didn't do enough to help Azula, because I don't think that's completely true. After the scene in Book 2 when Azula almost kills Iroh after shooting a lightning bolt at him, Zuko's response to him asking what they are going to do about Azula is "I know, she's my sister and I should get along with her." This pretty strongly implies that Iroh (and Ursa also most likely) did try to encourage Azula and Zuko to actually try to get along at some point, most probably because he didn't want them to have a strained, basically nonexistent relationship with each other like he does with Ozai. There's also the fact that Zuko would have still wanted to have some type of relationship with any of his family members, and Iroh absolutely would have supported this. I think this is very interesting to think about, because while Iroh and Ozai both grew up believing very strongly in Fire Nation propaganda and ideals, by the time Iroh realizes the truth about the Fire Nation, he's lost his son and his family is shattered in other ways too. Iroh sees how ruthless and cold Ozai becomes and he would never want that to happen to either Zuko or Azula. But he sees that Azula is becoming like that due to Ozai's influence, and I really think that he wanted Zuko and Azula to keep trying to get along as a way of circumventing Ozai's influence on both of them. Whether or not that was enough is debatable I suppose, but I think what changes Iroh's mind on this completely is when Zuko's face gets scarred. I think that's when Iroh would have realized that there's no real way to get through to Azula or Ozai, because they are both violent and manipulative. I don't think any of this can or should be reduced down to Iroh not having done enough to help Azula. While I also do think Azula was failed by the adults around her due to not having anybody around her who could have helped curb some of Ozai's influence, she absolutely should be held accountable for the things she did (and the actual situation surrounding why no one would go against Ozai at that time is quite complicated). This was basically my long-winded way of saying Iroh-Ozai and Zuko-Azula are very interesting to think about as narrative parrallels. What are your thoughts on this?
Yeah, I mean, the fact that Zuko thinks Iroh is going to say that he should learn to get along with his sister is evidence that Iroh isn't pushing some anti azula agenda. But Iroh is also very much reacting to the things Azula has done so far, not just the agni kai and the fact that she was sitting right there smiling at Zuko being burned, which I do agree was an eye opening moment for him.
Iroh's regrets are often about feeling like he didn't do enough, and I think he did try to shield Zuko in a lot of ways from how bad his family was, thinking that that would make things better. Even in "The Avatar State," Iroh is rightfully suspicious of Zuko but goes along with things not just because Zuko won't listen, but because it's hard to tell someone that their loved one is abusive. It was probably hard for Iroh to realize that. I don't know how much of that conversation he ever had with Zuko before, but the impression I get is not a lot.
There's this moment that I think is under-discussed before Azula meets Zuko and Iroh for the first time, where she is practicing lightning, and the scene cuts to Iroh noticing the lightning on the horizon with a wary look. This is supposed to tell us that Iroh knows either Azula or Ozai is after them, but I don't know that he ever said anything to Zuko. I think for a long time he hoped he wouldn't have to have that conversation at all. But he also had to know that he couldn't keep Zuko safe forever, that whatever freedom Zuko's banishment offered would never last.
So when Zuko modifies his need to protect himself from Azula with "I know I should be trying to get along with her," I don't think this is Iroh saying this out of lack of trying to bring the family together. It might even be Iroh feeling guilty for having said something similar in the past, or felt something similar, since we know from Legacy of the Fire Nation that he did once have those thoughts about Ozai, and since we know he got Azula a doll. Like, maybe he was thinking about all those warning signs he ignored or tried to downplay, because no one wants to think a father would hurt their son or a sister would want to hurt their brother. Maybe he was thinking about his own guilt about not trying harder to "get along," and it was important for him to not let Zuko suffer the same feelings, to let Zuko know that he didn't have to stand by the way Iroh himself did for so long, for his own protection and for other people's protection.
Can you imagine Iroh having a similar thought process, right before the agni kai, about how surely Ozai would not really hurt his own son?
Or maybe Iroh was thinking about how Zuko thought he couldn't defend himself from his own father for the sake of family. "She's my sister," sounds a lot like "I'm your loyal son," doesn't it?
I mean, if I had to guess what Iroh was thinking after Zuko got scarred, it might be similar.
He was my brother. It was his son. I didn't know.
I have no time for people who think Iroh is acting out of some weird prejudice and isn't intimately familiar with what it feels like to love a sibling who isn't capable of loving you back.
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This post attempts to dissect both michikatsus perspective on his looks, how his self-image is impacted by yoriichi as well as michikatsus feelings towards yoriichi during his childhood. It also serves to describe the roots of michikatsus inferiority complex and hatred for Yoriichi. And in the conclusion.. attempts to diagnose a mental illness based on the material from this text.
tw: manga spoilers!
Michikatsus perspective on his looks + how that played into the Infinity Castle arc
Objectively, michikatsu knows that he is very pretty but he certainly does not feel that way, because:
It was mentioned in the manga how much michikatsu hates yoriichis face, how much his voice and his smile makes him want to vomit and gives him headaches. That is not because he can't stand yoriichi. Michikatsu hates how yoriichi looks because yoriichi is his IDENTICAL twin and because yoriichi is how MICHIKATSU looks like. Yoriichi is a constant MIRROR IMAGE, his constant judgement. Yoriichi is a man with no flaws in michikatsus eyes, and he is everything michikatsu ever wanted to be (strong enough to be free) it is a constant reminder of his own failure, of his own inadequacy. Yoriichis face makes him want to vomit because michikatsu struggles with his self-image so severely that he projects his deep self-hate and feelings of inferiority towards yoriichi.
But.. that day... during the final battle.. when kokushibo sees his face in sanemis katana.. he notices that he doesn't look like yoriichi anymore.. that he has strayed so far from his judgement from the person he wanted to be, that he loses his entire will to fight. It is the day he finally accepts that yoriichi is a huge part of him, of his identity and that he has lost himself along the way.
Michikatsus hatred for yoriichi explained
Also about the way michikatsu "hates" yoriichi. I've stated before that michikatsus hatred stems from love, a love so strong that he simply does not quite know how to handle that it flows across all of his emotions.. this is still true. That michikatsu projects his own self-hatred and judgement onto yoriichi showcases that he doesn't hate yoriichi himself, that yoriichi is simply unfortunately caught in the cross-fire of michikatsus constant pain and trauma. Michikatsu hates what yoriichi stands for, never yoriichi as a person. He hates yoriichis smile because it's the way michikatsu smiles, he hates his face because that's his face. And yet even though he hates these things about yoriichi,seeing yoriichi sad kills him on the inside. Michikatsu loves him so deeply and intensely and he thinks himself so unworthy and useless that he thinks yoriichi could not care less about him, and that in return makes michikatsu NOT want to love yoriichi, but he can't and he hates himself even more for it and he projects that hate towards yoriichi.
I'm not a therapist but michikatsu should really talk about his feelings instead of just writing poetry about them. Maybe if he knew that yoriichi loved him he could slowly start to heal and to allow his own heart to shine..
Child Michikatsus relationship towards yoriichi explained
And about child michikatsus hatred for yoriichi... michikatsu was jealous because he himself worked SO hard on his swordsmanship and yoriichi just comes in and is instantly better and the worst thing is that yoriichi couldn't care less that he is talented. Child michikatsus heart literally broke that day because it just wasn't fair, and to him it felt like yoriichi had just rejected his entire craft, his entire life's work. Michikatsu has trained ALL OF HIS LIFE and yoriichi has the gall to tell him he doesn't care about swordsmanship, and would rather play kites. To michikatsu it felt like yoriichi knew exactly how much swordsmanship meant to him and he just did NOT care, that yoriichi didn't care about HIS wishes at all, that in yoriichis eyes, michikatsu could NEVER be good enough. This is most likely where michikatsus feelings of inadequacy are rooted. He was a traumatised but sweet and considerate child before that, and he still tried to be kind afterwards, but he felt so so very bitter and unloved by his twin brother at that point..
When yoriichi came to visit him at 3am in the night to tell him that their mother had passed and that yoriichi would leave for the temple, michikatsu was too shocked to react. When yoriichi then smiled and clutched the trashy flute in his hand and told him he would take it with him and thinks of this flute as if it was michikatsu, michikatsu is canonically disgusted.
This disgust stems from two sources
1) the flute was made unprofessionally and michikatsu is too perfectionistic for his own good. It looks like trash and he hates it for that.
2) yoriichi had completely disregarded michikatsus feelings (not that yoriichi had any clue what they were since michikatsu NEVER voices them out loud ffs) and has basically told him in so many words that he couldn't care less about him and now yoriichi has the gall to smile and pretend that the flute meant something to him.
he is mocking me. Why are you mocking me, yoriichi? Your smile is disgusting.
Later on, when michikatsu reads in their mothers diary that she has been suffering from pain in their left side and he puts two and two together and figures out that yoriichi had been supporting their mother all this time, he is filled with hatred because:
`yoriichi not only disregarded his entire life's work (his swordsmanship) he also mocked michikatsus capabilities to take care of his clan. Yoriichi had taken on the duty that should have been michikatsus and he had never bothered to inform michikatsu about it at all.. which in michikatsu language translates to: "you're not competent enough to become the heir, the family head. You're useless and I had to step up because you FAILED."
in that moment michikatsu wishes his brother to die. This moment is one of the roots of michikatsus inferiority complex, the root of his hatred for yoriichi because he is so hurt by the "indications" of yoriichis actions and they have completely ripped him open raw that he will carry yoriichis perceived apathy and mocking forever in his heart.`
Michikatsu is known to define his self worth, his identity in accords to his brother, and michikatsus own self-worth has always been fragile. So because yoriichi (allegedly đđđ) thinks him worthless and useless, michikatsu thinks himself worthless and useless.
Michikatsus father as the root for Michikatsus trauma
About his fragile self-worth: that's all on their father. Their father is the primary reason why michikatsus thoughts spiralled so easily and why his self-esteem was so fragile to begin with. Michikatsu is VERY sensitive, he interpretes things that aren't present because he is very much stuck in his own mind. He only does that with yoriichi though, because yoriichi is the only person that he truly loves (in canon)
Michikatsu diagnosed
There are a lot of things afoot with michikatsu. Although he has a strong mind and self-discipline he is not immune to trauma and he had quite the turbulent childhood (their parents constantly fighting (which canonically upset both him and yoriichi)) the harsh training he had to endure, how easily he was discarded by his father as soon as yoriichi demonstrated his strength, their mother dying abruptly without warning (from michikatsus perspective), yoriichi leaving.. michikatsu having to grow up very early on an having two children at the age of seventeen already including the trauma that comes with serving as a samurai during the warring states period.. Michikatsu is bound to have collected quite the heavy baggage. And no. A person completely mentally healthy would not jump at the chance of joining muzan, the whole gig of Demon Slayer is that the demons are humans that suffered and decided to make others suffer for their suffering in return, ergo.. trauma for every single demon. Yes. Even douma.
I will make a bigger post about all of these in the near future so fear not should you find my claims odd, but here goes:
Michikatsu suffers from generalised anxiety disorder, borderline personality disorder as well as cptsd
The cptsd and bpd are a direct result of his violent childhood
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#michikatsu tsugikuni#kny michikatsu#kokushibo#michikatsurp#demon slayer michikatsu#full moon core#kny#kokushiborp#kny rp#kny rp blog#hissombermoon
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I HAVE CRABS!!!!!!!!!!! Anonymous friend: thank you from the bottom of my heart đ«¶
#đđI LOVE THEM#admittedly it was perhaps slightly foolish to summon such a quantity of crabs#As they did make it quite hard to make this post#I had to kill a load off just to see the screen properly đ„șđ#Nevertheless I am VERY happy donât know who gave me the crabs but I am sending good vibes and positive thoughts out into the atmosphere#And they WILL find you
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GARRUS VAKARIAN: DATABASE IMAGE ACCESS. > PT. 1 : 2160, 2166, 2170. > all files backdated according to user preferences: (terran_coordinated.calendar).
#mass effect#mass effect fanart#garrus vakarian#mass effect garrus#castis vakarian#solana vakarian#turians#alien#palaven#artists on tumblr#illustration#art#scifi#video games#milkyart#garrus retro#I want to make more of these so I'm giving it a tag#headcanons go as such:#turians have a downy coat from birth to toddler age after which actual feathers develop - which molt during puberty.#they're the color of the plates since feathers are modified scales! so for the vakarian siblings they're silvery.#child garrus playing spectre - solana already annoyed by it back then. but hey at least he's using sources for his make believe? nerd#first time castis takes him shooting it's a live target. have fun kid I hope this won't awaken anything in you or do irreparable damage#castis voice: I didn't raise him like this!#well buddy someone did.#also - hard to see but the leaves and tree trunks have a metallic sheen :-)#god this took SO LONG ive never done something quite like this before! also wanted to do landscape for once.#social media is so hostile to this format but I think 3 images is a good workaround#will make a detail post later on... the faces are probably getting fried by tumblr :(#oh I gave castis the comic markings. they look way better and imo make more sense. and we donât talk about me:a here
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I am in Eskew.
#i am in eskew#david ward#my art#iaie#to me eskew looks a lot like post prl poland#you know trying to make someone look like the most avarage guy ever is quite hard#but i think i did a semi decent job#i still cannot fully imagine david like all i know is he has sad eyes looks tired and is very avarage also some shade of brown hair#i just finished eskew today and god it was a banger it was great
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