#I love him but I cannot give him in this moment. he is not getting them

[carasspice]

"My dear lady wife, is it really necessary for you to titillate the staff in that way?" asked the colonel as he sat back in his armchair, huffed and puffed on his cigar and stared across the room.

"My dear husband, you may have been a colonel in the army twenty years ago but that does not give you the right to bed our maid every afternoon. If I choose to have a little flirtatious enjoyment with the butler; the window cleaner; or the pizza delivery man I will. What's good for the goose etcetera."

"Pizza? But we don't eat pizza." he stuttered and puffed another cloud of his foul smoke into the air.

"You may not my dear, but your wife has certain needs that require a younger man's energy. Shall we leave it at that or do you require a more detailed explanation?"

"Oh rather. We may not get together so often these days but the maid appears happy enough and I do enjoy your exotic tales of debauchery. The colonel gets a little steamed up with the intimate details, however the moments that push my steam to the limits are when I have your frilly panties on my head, you have your hands on my knees with your underskirt high up your back and his todger is plunging relentlessly into your delightful derriere. Watching your ample titties swing back and forth as he plunges deep ... oh my word. I do so enjoy those times, such fun all round."

"As I am only too well aware and your good lady wife is happy to share such intimate moments, however my dear man, may I remind you that you were going to advertise for a younger butler, Atkinson is 78 and simply cannot get it up any longer. Johnson will be finished with the windows very soon, I will be heading upstairs to my bed chamber for the remainder of the afternoon should you care to watch us, otherwise you will have to wait until tomorrow for my summary."

"Atkinson has been in our employ for generations my dear, I will not exchange him for a younger model but why don't you book Johnson for additional work, would that suffice? I'll call him in to discuss possibilities."

"No you won't my love," she replied as she stripped to the waist, lay back and watched Johnson staring in between the blinds, "I believe that should I be able to offer him suitable rewards and make it worth his while, he may agree but that will depend on his other commitments, shall we say three afternoons per week or would you prefer me to have him in the mornings so to speak?"

"Quite so my love, there's nothing quite like a happy and fulfilled marriage in my opinion, mornings would be preferable as I hate to be disturbed when I have the maid in my hands. She is so supple and full of cuddles and squeaks when I catch her."

"If you say so my dear husband but I suspect that she catches you, you never were the quickest around the bed chamber."

"Hah, I confess that she has a few years advantage in that respect. While we are on this topic, I have a draw full of her white frilly panties, is it out of order to return them or what should I do with them?"

"Perhaps you should ask the girl later, I'm sure you will collect another pair today. Ah Johnson, I see you've finished and I have a proposition as long as you don't mind the colonel watching us cavorting from time to time."

"No milady, does the colonel prefer the bedroom, kitchen, library or in here?"

"Mister Johnson, the colonel would be delighted if you will kindly attend to her ladyship's bottom at ten o'clock sharp each Wednesday if you please as I am to be at my club by one."

"Variety is the spice of life Johnson, obviously Wednesday will be in the study with the colonel's presence es always, what would you say to Monday, Wednesday and Friday at ten o'clock. Terms will be agreed I trust, shall we go upstairs and commence our negotiations?"

xxx

[god-o-bees]

Nikto X Krueger X Reader

Pt3 NSFW

Female Reader

This is a longer one😅

Oh god, they had fucked.

You could smell it on them the next day. It was unmistakable, their scents were all mixed together- they hadn't even showered. You kept your head down. Nikto probably wouldn't remember you, or even care. Krueger seemed happy with this new development, and may not ever need to talk to you again.

It didn't matter to them how you felt, of course. Besides, you didn't even know these guys, why would you be hurt by any of this?

Because he used you. Made you think for a moment that you were worth his time.

It wasn't that unusual. You'd never been the most appealing omega. You weren't meek or bashful. You didn't bat your eyelashes and beg for attention.

Even if you did, it wouldn't work.

Whatever.

You needed fresh air, something to flush out all the embarrassing thoughts crowding your mind.

《•°~☆~°•~☆~•°~☆~°•~☆~•°~☆~°•》

Krueger hadn't gotten rid of the shirt. Nikto noticed it under his pillow, the scent of it's owner rubbed into the sheets. As the week passed, however, the shirt itself lost that sharp aroma, and smelled more like the deep forest that Krueger embodied.

As much as he felt possessive of Krueger, he couldn't bring himself to get upset. Y/N, he'd called them. The omega with the fierce scent. God, what was he thinking? Him of all people, starting a pack- on base, no less.

And yet, the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. Having Krueger and you rely on him for safety, comfort and... other needs... he found his breath picking up.

He paced the room with the shirt in his hands as his thoughts began to spiral.

You'd stay in the room with them. Make a nest, fill the space with your scent. Maybe you'd mark him and Krueger as yours.

He looked down at the shirt. Guilt clawed at the back of his mind. He should really give this back to you.

《•°~☆~°•~☆~•°~☆~°•~☆~•°~☆~°•》

A knock at the door pulled you from your light sleep. You had managed to shake off most of the uncomfortable thoughts from a week ago, and successfully avoided the two men since. You occasionally saw them around, and picked up their scents around base, but whenever one came too close, you slipped away. It didn't matter how soothing their voices were to your ears, or how hungry their smells made you. You were no one to them.

You looked over to your roommates, who slept soundly in their beds.

Opening the door, you immediately felt the blood leaving your face.

"Um... Nikto, right?" You tried your best to retain a stoic exterior, despite the pit of embarrassment forming in your stomach.

"I came to return this to you," he explained, holding up a T-shirt you hadn't realized was missing.

"Oh- um, thanks. I must've left it in the gym or something..." You mumbled, but he shakes his head.

"Krueger stole it."

Your jaw dropped. "O-oh?"

"He used it to... tease me. Confuse me about my own feelings so I'd get my head out of my ass and figure out what I want. And I want him."

Why was he telling you all this? Just to rub it in your face? To really hammer home how much of a pawn you were in their game? You thought he'd just forget about you and move on, but you clearly underestimated his cruelty.

"I know this is... strange. And sudden. But I cannot get you out of my head. You make me want to care for you. The way I care for Krueger."

You felt dizzy. Like the world was spinning twice as fast. Your heart beat in your chest like you were running a marathon.

"I- I'm sorry, I don't understand," the words stumbled from your mouth.

"Can I show you what I mean, then?" He asked, his voice gentle and calm despite how deep and raspy it is. His hand took your wrist and lead you out to the hall, down towards an isolated room- his room.

"I can smell it on you," he said. "Your loneliness. Your anger. Such a lovely omega like you shouldn't feel those things."

He opened the door. The room was clearly meant to house around four beds in a standard bunk, but two were taken out while the other two were slid together in the far right corner. The whole place smelled of wood, of the wilderness, and of them.

"I asked Krueger to get some things for you. He'll be back shortly," he muttered into your ear as he guided you down to sit on the bed. Like you had been broken from a trance, you whipped your head up to look at him.

"You- what are you doing? You expect me to believe you've fallen for me- a broken omega you don't even know?" Your voice cracked, betraying your vulnerability despite your attempt to remain guarded.

"And- and what about Krueger? He's just going to be ok sharing you-" you were about break down when a cold hand rested on your collarbone from behind.

"You misunderstand the situation, Schatz."

You looked up at Krueger, who wrapped a blanket around you and pushed you down onto the matress. The blanket was pleasantly warm, like it had just been taken out of the laundry. He wasn't wearing his hood, letting you see the sharp angles of his features and the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Our alpha wants to make us into a pack, Liebling," Krueger explained. Nikto visibly tensed at his words, but didn't deny it.

A pack. You, the unwanted, lonely little omega who could never find footing among your peers, in society, you were being asked to join a pack.

A place to fit in. To be cared for. To be wanted. You were wanted.

You rubbed your eyes and tried to hide your face in the soft fabric of the blanket. You tried to speak, but the only thing that escaped your mouth was a whine.

Krueger immediately started nuzzling his face into you, trying to soothe your anxiety and make you comfortable.

"Good little omega... it's ok, we're here now."

Nikto, on the other hand, was getting more blankets and pillows from a bin set next to the door and piling them around you.

Krueger pressed his nose into your scent gland and started taking deep breaths.

"Mein Gott, Schatz... I could get addicted to this," he murmured as he shifted his legs to straddle you. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and down between your legs.

"Krueger," Nikto said, his voice stern, "What do you think you're doing?"

Krueger made an annoyed noise and look back at Nikto.

"They've got to be mated into the pack, right? Why not get that done right away?"

Nikto grumbled and tugged Krueger off of you.

"I'm the alpha here, not you. I'll be the first to mate them," he said, and looked at you. "Besides, Y/N, you haven't even said yes yet."

You blinked. "Said yes to what...?"

Both of the men looked at you expectantly. "Will you join our pack?" Krueger asked.

You nodded instantly. "Yes. Yes. I- I want to be in your pack. Please."

Nikto quickly changed positions with Krueger to straddle you, his hands fiddling with the band of his sweatpants before pulling out his cock, already half hard and twitching. You gasped when you saw it- large and intimidating, and he was going to fit it inside you. He was going to do that a lot, considering you were his omega now.

Krueger had gotten behind Nikto, pulling both their pants down to their knees and was currently kneading the alpha's ass. Nikto huffed but let him continue as he busied himself with your own clothes.

As soon as your skin was bare to him, Nikto ran a finger slowly down to your clit, biting back a moan when he felt the softness of it. He ventured further into your wet folds, spreading them apart and reaching deeper, making sure you could take all of him.

When he was finally satisfied, he pressed the head of his now fully erect cock against your welcoming entrance and groaned in ecstasy at the sensation. Your body began to quickly respond to his touch, and you let out a squeal as he sank into you. In the back of your mind you registered something else making contact with you, just below your entrance, but he began to move before you had time to think about it.

Every thrust of his hips elicited a groan and pant from your throat. He began to go faster when a whine suddenly sounded from behind him, and you realized what exactly was rubbing against you.

Krueger was fucking Nikto's thighs just to get to you.

Nikto growled in response but didn't shove him off. Unbeknownst to you, he was loving the feeling of the beta's cock between his legs, and was only displaying performative aggression. To let the both of you know who was really in control.

You began to tremble as your neared your limit, legs twitching with adrenaline soon to be released. That's when Nikto covered your eyes and you could hear the metallic click of his mask coming off.

"N-nikto- I'm gonna- I'm so close-"

He only grunted in response, his chapped and scarred lips tracing over your neck before settling on your scent gland.

"Cum," he ordered, and you obeyed, muscles tensing and voice strained when he bit down, the shape of his teeth becoming etched into your skin. At the same time, a warmth filled your insides as he let the last of his seed spill into you.

As the high wore off, Nikto pulled out of your convulsing pussy and shifted positions to be underneath you, holding you in place as Krueger teased your poor clit and inhaled the scent of you and Nikto combined. He eagerly lapped up some of the fluids seeping out of you before aligning his cock up to your hole.

He moaned in a breathy voice as he began to pound into you like an animal, mumbling under his breath about feeling his alpha's seed in his omega's pussy.

It didn't take long before both of you were once again on the edge, moaning and shaking like you were in heat.

"Nng- alpha, let me cum inside, bitte," Krueger whined, punctuating the last word with a thrust. Nikto reached out and took Krueger's throat in his hand, squeezing just enough to make him feel light headed.

"That's it, beta. Fill them up. Show me how bad you needed this."

Krueger gasped and did as he was told, sinking as deep as your body would allow as your second climax took hold of you. You clawed wildly at his back, groaning as every muscle in your body went stiff and abruptly relaxed. His arms enveloped you as he pulled out, letting the sheets get soiled with the evidence of your pleasure.

You didn't expect to find yourself drifting off so quickly, but Nikto pet your head reassuringly as you closed your eyes. You didn't want to fall asleep, you wanted to shower your alpha and beta in a thousand kisses, thank them for everything they had given you, and promise your heart and soul to them, but all you could do was mumble little I love you's into Krueger's neck until you fell asleep.

Pt1 Pt2

Masterlist

Bro did I create a new sex position?

[delulustateofmind]

hello, I'm currently going insane over the last part of "can my friend join". And i read your replies to asks related to that. And I'm going to ask something so crazy but I think it'd be soooo interesting, and something to ponder abt (for me at least)

Tw. Narcotics?

Say the reader gets their hands on edibles or something. Maybe weed to smoke or as brownies (because we know Suguru smokes/at least carries lighters. Maybe for this hypothetical scenario, let's assume he has it and that's how she got it). One of the effects can be that it makes you laugh uncontrollably about things that aren't THAT funny. And in general puts one in better mood.

Let's say satosugu see reader laughing her heart out at something random n silly and find out it's because she accidentally somehow consumed an edible.

(For the sake of this scenario, again, let's assume that the depression meds or some medical complications after so many pregnancies lead to reader being rendered infertile. So no question about any baby being harmed. )

In that case... how do they feel? Do they want her bubbly-ness back? Or are they now indifferent? Or do they hate her smiles and the sound of her laughter?

Will Suguru try to forcefully take away the edibles, (after a few times) if satoru is against the idea, coz satoru likes how you seem to have a bit of personality outside of being a cardboard cutout of the person you used to be? Will SATORU too put his foot down on letting you choose if or not you want to have access to these?

I am sorry in case i inadvertently offended you with this ask. I genuinely found it hilarious, imagining their confusion at first. It would be interesting to read about a scene where satoru and Suguru maybe cannot come to an agreement about a situation. And both are stubborn/ want control.

I understand if you won't want to answer this one, and i apologise in case you don't like stuff like this. I genuinely do not mean to make you uncomfortable.

Thank you for reading!

Anon, baby, it takes a whole lot to offend me. You're so freaking sweet, mwah.

TW: Narcotics, unedited, implied dubcon/noncon

I think I hinted at this in one of the previous asks, but yes, they definitely use narcotics. It’s kind of like a date night situation, because normally, you’re so numb. But when you’re high on that sweet little pill they give you? Oh my, you’re back to being the sweetest little thing.

Sure, you might be a little spaced out, and sure, you might not fully understand what’s going on. But Satoru loves the giggly mess you become. You let him hold you, nuzzle into you, and for once, you don’t resist. The sex is incredible for them because you actually seem like you’re enjoying it. You’re softer, more pliable, and sometimes, you even blurt out that you love them during it.

Those moments—hearing you say “I love you”—fuel both Satoru and Suguru’s belief that there’s still an ounce of the old you left inside. As much as they’d want to keep you drugged and loveable forever, Suguru worries about the long-term effects on your brain. So, he insists on keeping it as a weekly date night ritual.

On those nights, they send the kids out of the estate and have an absolute field day with you, indulging in every ounce of affection and compliance you offer under the influence of their little solution.

[whentherewerebicycles]

my baby is eight months old and every month of his wonderful little life has been better and more joyful than the last (which is saying something, because every month has been so good). he is still very Baby but he is also suddenly blossoming into a little kid before my eyes and it’s so much to handle 😭 he has always been an expressive talker but these days he has the most delightfully animated little conversations with himself, full of complex baby feelings like surprise and delight and shock and glee and of course spluttering indignation (you would not BELIEVE the wrongs done to angelic little babies these days! they have to take naps in their CRIBS!!). he laughs and gasps and hoots and fake coughs, and then he looks at you with a sly little expression to see if you think he’s funny. he is silliest with me by far (he still gets a bit shy and reserved around new people) but he also absolutely adores Liz & A and his nanny and breaks into the most bashful gummy little grin as soon as they walk into a room. he is still bald as an egg but NOT FOR LONG, as he wakes up every morning with more dark fuzz on his big round noggin. this month he learned to sit up and now he wants to be sitting up playing with his toys all the time (he is over the moon to have discovered a mother-approved alternative to accursed tummy time). he has developed strong preferences for certain toys along with the motor skills to select the objects he wants, and he is quite discerning—last week’s toys are so last week and he gets an impatient expression on his face if you try to entice him with formerly beloved objects that are just like sooooo over, mom, pleaseee don’t embarrass him in front of his friends (the dogs). speaking of the dogs it is his most cherished desire to pat them but they give him a wide berth except for the occasional facewash sneak attack. he spends a lot of time bouncing up and down in his seat reaching longingly for them while they ignore him completely. he has the chonkiest most solid little baby feet you have ever seen in your life and little fat bow legs that curve down to his chonky little feet and perfect fat little baby hands that he loves to slam repeatedly against his tray or his mat or your face. he has one little razor-sharp sliver of a front bottom tooth and I genuinely CANNOT handle it, it is just too much, he gives you his square little gummy smile and then you see the TOOTH and you’re like that’s it, I’m dead, this killed me. he had perfectly shaped little orecchiette ears when he was born and I am delighted to report that they remain absolutely perfect and when you nibble on them he acts like you’re tickling him and does his little turtle-in-a-shell teeheehee reaction. I would say that his basic temperament is the same but perhaps tends more towards a happiness default than the reserved watchfulness of previous months. he is still quite watchful—in all the daycare videos I get he is sitting with the big kids observing them play with a totally focused expression—but he is also delightfully silly and laughs a lot, especially at home. if he’s not hungry and has napped reasonably well, he is easygoing, adaptable, and game for pretty much whatever. he is such a good sleeper I can’t tell anyone in my offline life about it except liz whose baby is also a unicorn sleeper… but honestly I think that’s probably the root of his default good mood (if I slept 12 hours a night I’d also be the best possible version of myself). let’s see what else… idk this month has just been so fun. he’s just a little person now and I genuinely enjoy hanging out with him. I just think he rocks.

his favorite toy in this exact moment: his stacking cups, especially when you put a plastic ball inside of them for him to tip out onto the floor. his most beloved object: his squishmallow, of course, which sends him into transports of delight when he sees it. his favorite food: with the exception of arugula this child has never met a food he didn’t like. he LIVES to EAT. words his daycare teacher most frequently uses to describe him: “Owen is SOOOO hungry!!!” other favorite activities this month: kicking in the bath or in the pool, watching trees go by on car rides, slamming his hands as hard as he can against his high chair tray, watching the dogs wrestle, being swung slowly back and forth like the pendulum in a giant clock, gazing at his beautiful reflection in the mirror, kissing his beautiful reflection in the mirror, having mom make his squish swoop down from high above to CHOMP him, chewing on the edges of plastic bins, and scritch-scratching the rock wall outside of our house. he’s perfect. my beloved little kiddo.

[depvotee]

I also love the parallels of change between Vander and Silco, because both have this very dichotomy within themselves

Vander on thinking people can change, he is proof of that, he changed for better of his children and his community, he knows he can help people on a one to one basis. At the same time, he seems very repellant of large change, how he dealt with Grayson into a boon that was meant to fail, you cannot simply keep good the promise of keeping ur people out, Vander is not omniscent, of course, its was bound to happen without meantioning the fact that it really doesnt address the unfairness of the deal; the enforcers should NOT be on Zaun, period.

But he has to make do with scraps, because, well, he has kids to take care for. But also how are these kids meant to grow up apart from doing odd jobs? They have no future because the boot is closing in!!!!!!!!!!!!

Silco on the other hand is the "base violence necessary for change" hes more than down with the large changes, damn, hes going to make that change no matter how dirty it gets, after your best friend made you the human equivalent of detritus theres no going back, he's not stopping at anything not even at the expense of your own people Vi's "This happends everyday, you just dont see it" to that kid getting shot, SAME, conclusion. Worst part is that HES RIGHT!!!! There's no other way than violence to get Piltover to give them independence.

But he's also allergic to indivudual change, the one having to do with Vander specially, although hes ALSO a prime example that people WILL change. Of course he cannot see Vander other than the violent man that he used to be, that's the man he knew most of his life, that's why he's convienced he's still there, hidden underneath, which in a way, YES!!!! IT WAS!!!! Vander was violent and still capable of it but the moment he was the chance to finish what he started, to kill Silco, choke him, snap his neck, crush his windpipe, he DOESN'T TAKE IT, he just leans in and touches foreheads and leans over him.

Vander still has that rage within him but he also changed, hes not that man anymore.

[pseudowho]

Is living domestic life what you imagined it to be as a child/teen? I never thought I'd live this long and I dont know for how long I'll live anyway, but the thought of joy being found in the mundane keeps me going. Is it worth it?

By "domestic life", am I first to assume that you mean a 'nuclear family' in the classic sense?

Based on context, I'm going to assume so.

I also don't know why you feel, strictly, that you should have died and may yet die soon. I cannot make any assumptions on your health, physical or mental, so this also means all I can give you is my own experience. I don't mean to advise one not asking for advice, anyway; all you have asked for is insight.

So I came from the sort of family where, for the most part, being 'a mother' was every woman's main identity. It was just what the women were. For most of my life, I never assumed I would be anything but a mother. It's funny, because in hindsight, none of the rest of my life and career aspirations strictly matched with being 'a mother' in the traditional sense, so I clearly had a long term delusion, there.

If I had known how distinctly in possession of myself I was, I might have known how hard it would be to give myself up, for babies.

Either way...for context: I fell very hard in love, and we grew up together (from ages 14/15) still in love, and we are now 31 and 32. I am a midwife, he is an English Professor/Lecturer and Teacher. We married aged 22/23. We have three sons, aged 7, 4 and 1.

Good things about domestic life:

Loneliness isn't a thing, here.

Lots and lots of affection, both physical and emotional.

The load of life is shared (note: I have a husband who is very, very outside of the norm, with no toxic masculinity and an approach to equality/equitability in work, childcare and housework).

When you are your own family unit, you're pressured less by family to get involved in their shit. Because you've got your own shit.

Living with the love of your life is amazing.

Having babies who are half you, and half the love of your life, is an incredibly beautiful thing.

Raising babies, although supremely difficult, is a joy.

Taking turns being at home and at work is helpful.

You learn to be much more compromising, patient and forgiving.

Bad things about domestic life:

You don't realise how much personal identity, independence or privacy you will lose, being a parent.

Exhaustion.

Parenting is hard. Really hard. Really, really hard.

Finding time for each other, as a couple, is also hard. Any time you do find, at least one of you is likely exhausted.

Good god, so much cooking.

Good god, so much laundry.

Good god, I swear I just vacuumed yesterday.

Good god, groceries are expensive.

Barely keeping your head above water with life admin and finances and childrearing and housework and work and life and ever having any time alone, is absolutely real.

Very very little downtime.

If you are someone who finds joy in the mundane, then yes, you may find a lot of joy in domesticity. So much of it really is mundane; being at home with kids, is often simultaneously boring and stressful. Very odd. Perhaps I'll miss it when they're older.

My personal favourite moment, is the happy sigh at the end of every day, when the kids are in bed, and the house is largely clean, where you fall into each other's arms, and he looks at you like you built the world for him, and just says:

"Hello. You are beautiful."

And I bury my face in his chest, and breathe in the smell of him, and the stale cologne, and the sweat, and life, and say:

"God, I missed you. More than you know."

And it's basically the same, every day.

In a kind of beautiful way.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience 10.2

Of Convenience 10.2

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage AU, 10th snippet, part 2. The elves’ and Adar’s protective antics towards their friend and husband are less than welcome, but Celebrimbor wouldn't be Celebrimbor if he just let others decide his fate for him.

Warnings for the mention/very rudimentary description of dead bodies and character injuries on a minor character.

This elf has escaped from Sauron himself, what did the elves and Adar think was going to happen?! Of course our favorite elven smith is not going to let the others have all the fun (danger) of fighting the fallen maia by themselves! Also, Gurlak for the win, because I love her.

To say that Celebrimbor was incensed would have been an understatement. Granted, he already had a plan, and he was fairly certain Gurlak and her troop wouldn’t attempt to talk him out of it, but the fact that his friends had decided that he was better kept behind the frontlines without giving him a say in the matter still stung.

Gurlak was throwing him sidelong glances as they marched back towards the encampment. Though, ‘towards’ was a very lose way to describe it. Celebrimbor had begun to drift off of the path that would lead them back directly some time ago, and neither Gurlak nor her companions had commented on it yet, though they had to be aware.

Cursing under his breath, the elf finally turned to the uruk woman. Finding out that she was both a smith and a fighter had been not exactly been a surprise, and Celebrimbor felt lighter knowing he had a friend by his side. Especially with what he would attempt.

"I cannot believe they expect me to just sit back and watch them walk into danger," he grumbled at her.

Gurlak’s face pulled into a grimace in response. It was clear she was feeling discontented with the way things had gone as well, even if she hadn’t openly protested her leader in that moment. Celebrimbor didn’t fault her for it – the uruk practically revered Adar. The Lord Father likely would have just scolded her and sent her right along the elf.

"It’s a shortsighted idea," she hissed through her teeth, and the elf quickly turned his head fully towards her and raised his eyebrows at her words. "Careless. They’ll need everyone there to defeat him. Adar’s protectiveness towards you blinds him. As it did the elves, but I had less faith in those than I had in him – no offense."

She quirked her lips up at the last part, and the elf snorted and shook his head fondly before he looked at her again. "None taken."

After a brief moment, he spoke up again. His tone was cautious. "What if there was another way for me to get into the city, without Adar knowing or having a say in it?"

Gurlak stopped abruptly as he said this, as did the rest of her group. There were about a dozen uruk she had been allowed to take with her to ensure Celebrimbor’s safety. All of them were looking at the uruk smith as she stared wide-eyed at the elf in their midst.

"I’d ask you why only you know of that option – and why you haven’t told the others," the uruk crossed her arms as she narrowed her eyes at him.

But Celebrimbor had seen the hesitation that came before the suspicion, and let his hope guide him into answering her.

"It’s just a pathway, little more than a sewer. Far too small to lead an army through. And so secret only a few know of its existance – the elven leaders do, but even they wouldn’t have used it. The plan was to openly reclaim the city to avoid any confusion or chance for manipulation in the aftermath," he explained.

A pause. "So that is the idea you were talking about," the uruk finally replied. She still looked as if she was fighting herself, and the orders Adar had given her, but the smirk on her face was back already. "I had feared you would attempt a mutiny."

Celebrimbor pretended to gasp in offense and placed a hand on his chest. "I would never do that," then he briefly thought on it. "Except, one might perhaps consider this sort of a mutiny as well? Though on a much smaller scale."

He stepped closer to Gurlak, and faced her directly. "That is, depending on your reaction to my plan, of course."

She was looking at him with an unreadable expression for a moment. "If I let you go – promise me, like with that sword you forged, you will use this chance to help Adar." She voiced it like a demand, but the look in her eyes was almost pleading.

Celebrimbor smiled warmly at her, and grabbed her hand to squeeze it. He had picked up on the fact that most of the uruk were less prone to touch than elves were, but she grasped his hand in turn and did not flinch from him. "I am doing this to help my friends and him," he held up his free hand when she made to speak again. "But I have to admit that ever since I have gotten to know Adar, I have grown quite fond of him."

He implored her to understand with his eyes. "I care about him. I tried to tell him as much, yesterday, but my words deserted me before I could. I cannot bear thought that he might…I just cannot lose him. Not now. Not to Sauron."

"So yes, I promise you Gurlak – I will use this chance to help and protect him. Not just for the good of middle earth, but because I want, no, need him to live."

Gurlak’s face turned from confusion, to awe, and then finally, to a sort of fond, almost motherly understanding that Celebrimbor hadn’t seen directed towards himself in a long time. Unexpectedly, she cupped his face.

"Hmpf. If he isn’t aware at this point that you care about him, he is a fool."

The elf blinked. "Wha-?" But she did not let him finish.

"Go and save him," she simply said. "Time is scarce. We’ll talk when you return. With him."

She turned towards her companions, and pointed in the opposite direction than the one Celebrimbor had tried to lead them to. With a completely flat tone, she exclaimed. "I think I saw something suspicious in those bushes over there. We should investigate."

Celebrimbor was gaping at her, and then felt his eyes widen as, one by one, the other uruk nodded or smirked at Celebrimbor before they also turned in the direction that Gurlak had pointed to, deliberately casual. "Oh yes, I think I saw it too," another said, equally deadpan. "We should take a look at that."

The uruk woman turned towards the smith once more. "I trust that you will find your way back to camp on your own as we take care of this...danger," she said, and then winked at Celebrimbor before she and the others started walking away from the elf. "Good luck."

"Thank you, Gurlak," the elf breathed. "And good luck to you as well."

With a wave of her hand, she went, and took the other uruk with her. Celebrimbor barely watched them for a moment before he turned around and began to sprint in the direction he knew the secret passageway to be.

Gurlak was right – time was of the essence, and he would not waste it, now that he could still make a difference.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to find the entrance, and he quickly proceeded to make his way through the narrow passage. As he hurried forward while still trying not to make too much noise, lest Sauron had found this secret path and asked the city guard to patrol it, the elf couldn’t help but think back on the conversation he’d just had with Gurlak.

She’s seemed so awfully unsurprised at his confession. Was it truly so obvious, what he felt for Adar? Even if he still hadn’t dared to put a name the emotion he felt?

Affection, he’d called it. Fondness. But did that really serve to describe his own feelings to their fullest extent? His worry of losing Adar? Of perhaps not seeing him alive again?

This was more than the feelings he held for his own friends. Despite the fact that the uruk and him had only gotten to know each other a few weeks ago. But it had been intense weeks and unusual circumstances that had pushed them together, and subsequently brought them much closer than they ever would have been otherwise.

Could he truly be faulted, for falling in love so quickly; so easily?

For that had to be what he was feeling, Celebrimbor was sure of that now. The way his heart had ached after the previous evening, after he had failed to say what he should have. The way he grew warm at Adar’s touch and when the other smiled at him. How safe he’d felt when Adar protected or reassured him.

The elf briefly stopped to hold onto the wall next to him at the realization. He loved the other. And he’d let it remain unsaid as he let the other walk into a deadly fight with Sauron.

Determined, Celebrimbor quickened his step. The passage seemed near endless, with little light to guide him and no way to gauge how far along he was. The darkness and the turmoil of his own thoughts pressed down on him until, finally, he took another turn and almost ran against a door. Opening it made him stumble into a small, nondescript alley.

He’d made it. He was finally back in Eregion.

The smith let himself enjoy a brief moment of elation, both that his trek had been successful, but also that the city seemed to mostly be the same as he had left it. It had not been turned into a warzone, there were no countless dead elves lining the streets and no screams of terror to be heard from nearby places.

The elf continued to walk at a fast pace as he kept to the side streets and quiet alleyways, unsure whether or not his guards would recognize and try to seize him despite the presence of their king in the city.

He managed to avoid any and all other people, thankfully, and followed what cues he could find to where his friends and husband had chosen to confront Sauron.

Or, more likely, where Sauron had lain in wait; waited for them to come to him.

The smith was not the least bit surprised that Morgoth’s shadow had chosen Celebrimbor’s forge, and the tall tower that housed it, as the place where he would confront the alliance of elves and uruk. It seemed strangely apt, the elf thought sardonically while he hurried over.

An entourage of elves and uruk had followed Gil-Galad, Galadriel, Elrond and Adar to the tower. Where Celebrimbor had feared that he’d had to stage a distraction and sneak past, he now found the area around the tower deserted, and countless bodies strewn about the stairs and on the square at the tower’s base, uruk and elf alike.

He gasped in horror at the sight. Those were his own guards, but also elves from the Lindon army and Adar’s children. It looked as if some great power had thrown them about, while some others had clearly been felled by a sword or another sharp weapon.

Celebrimbor briefly squeezed his eyes shut and clutched the sword he carried, before he took a steadying breath and forced himself onward.

The interior of the tower did not look much better; he found even more bodies, but thankfully, some of the people he found were still alive.

"Glûg," the elf whispered, too cautious to raise his voice. The uruk in question was propped against the wall and holding onto his side from which black blood had seeped into his tunic. An elven woman with long, blonde hair kneeled next to him. Both whipped around at Celebrimbor’s words. The smith felt his breath catch in his throat.

"Elf," Glûg exclaimed, obviously too hurt to say much more as he coughed and held onto his wound to stem the bloodflow.

The elven woman stared at him with round eyes full of surprise. "Master Celebrimbor-"

"Mirdania." The smith felt relieved, both to see that Glûg and Mirdania were alive, but also that his apprentice appeared to be mostly unharmed. Sure, she had some scratches on her and her dress had seen better days, but nothing worse had happened to her it seemed.

She jumped up from where she sat and hurried over to him, and the smith caught her as she collapsed into his arms with a desperate sob.

He pulled her close for a moment, let the relief and hope he felt wash through him and strengthen his resolve, before he grabbed her shoulders and held her back.

"I am so very glad to see you," he said. They both had moisture in their eyes as they smiled at each other. "I thought he might have hurt you, or worse. I am so sorry I left you behind-"

"You were right to run," she replied, quickly, caught his hands and held them between her own. "Annatar, he- When he found out you were gone, he changed. He- he got so angry," her voice shook. Even if she was unharmed, it was clear the last weeks had taken their toll on her.

He cupped her cheek. "We were all deceived by him. It’s not your fault," the smith tried to reassure her. Celebrimbor wished he had more time, but he could hear fighting from up in the tower, felt the building shake even as he spoke, and knew he could not hesitate now.

"Mirdania, Adar and his uruk have formed an alliance with us. I must hurry and try to help them – take Glûg, bring him out of the city and to his people, I am sure they will be able to help him. Tell them you are with me, they won’t hurt you or turn you away."

His apprentice looked ready to argue, even as she looked at the uruk with worry. Glûg and Celebrimbor exchanged a brief nod – Adar’s lieutenant looked far from surprised to see him. "Come on, elf- you heard him. Don’t you want your city back?" And then he coughed, once again, and Mirdania seemed to make up her mind.

Her nod was jerky, but when she looked at Celebrimbor again, her expression was resolute. "Be careful. He’s stronger than any ordinary elf. Even Galadriel-"

Celebrimbor nodded, and then gently pushed her towards Glûg. "I know. That is why I have to try. I can’t let him kill them," as he made for the stairs, he took off his helmet, throwing it aside as he unsheathed the sword he carried. "Go, Mirdania."

He did not look back to see whether or not she would head his request. Love and desperation was pushing him ever onwards, and he would not falter now.

[hannahmanderr]

ALL OF THIS

Like you cannot convince me that Jack and Maddie would be anything less than enthusiastically supportive of Danny. It's like anon said: the Fenton family's fierce love binding them all together is one of the best things portrayed in the show. They may have their occasional issues with each other, but at the end of the day, you had better watch out if you come after even one of them, because the other three will be right there to tear you down for even thinking about it ("Maternal Instincts", "Million Dollar Ghost", and "Secret Weapons" are the prime examples of this, though there are plenty of other smaller instances throughout the show).

I think what happens is (some) phans end up equating a readily accepting Jack and Maddie with a perfect, can-do-no-wrong Jack and Maddie, and that's simply a false equivalency. In a fic, you can have them be fully, immediately accepting of Danny and his ghostliness and still have to work through things like their biases and misgivings. You can have there be some emotional baggage between Danny and his parents that needs to be worked through. That's all perfectly reasonable and I think scratches that itch for more realism that a lot of phans have (myself included).

And it doesn't need to be done through the lens of certain tropes, such as when they accept Danny but work to "cure" or "fix" him (whether secretly or overtly).

Kind of on the same tangent, you will also never convince me that the Fenton parents are abusive in any way. Yes, I will be the first to concede that their lab safety is certainly lacking in many areas, but it doesn't mean they take their children's safety for granted. This goes hand in hand with the idea of them being negligent too, but it's clear that they very much prioritize Jazz and Danny over ghosts. Like yes, in the very first episode, we see Jack convinced a ghost has replaced Jazz and the shenanigans that ensue from that, but the moment he realizes that he's hurt Jazz (again, not in an abusive way), he's ready to give up ghost hunting entirely. That's how much he prioritizes his family.

Time and time again, Jack and Maddie are depicted as clearly having a vested interest in their kids and their safety and personal lives. I could go on with examples, but I don't want to take up too much here. The point is, even by the cartoonish standards of canon, in which their interest in ghosts is played up for laughs, they still care about their kids more than they care about ghosts and ghosts hunting any day.

And you can bet that applies just as much when it comes to Danny's secret.

(and just to put it out there, I realize and accept that the whole point of fanfiction is that it's not perfectly going to follow canon. If you want to write a fic in which Jack and Maddie are terrible parents, then all the more power to you! I won't even deny that there's some evidence in canon of them being bad parents. What I think myself, anon, OP, and many others get frustrated with is when Bad Parents Jack and Maddie is treated as the default rather than a break from their canon characterization. I know for a fact that there are phans, especially ones who either haven't seen the show or just aren't as familiar with the actual content of the show, who think that them being abusive/negligent/unaccepting is the default, and it's frustrating to see two complex characters get all their good and/or nuanced qualities thrown aside in favor of playing up a trope. I won't even get into how it's just another symptom of the phandom's strange obsession with glorifying the angstification and trauma of a child (albeit a fictional one). Tis a rant for another day)

The fact that the Fenton parents are shown to love Danny despite being a ghost not once but TWO TIMES is more important to me as a queer adult than these people who want to turn them into inhumane monsters to project their own parental issues onto

Maybe we all just cope with stuff in different ways, but this fanon thing really goes against one of the few actually well written things in DP: Danny's ride-or-die family

THE FACT THEY DO IT TWICE IS WHAT GETS ME!!! they didn't just accept Danny once they did it again!!! In canon!!! They accept him both times! And so many people are like, "No! They're monsters! They wouldn't accept him." LIKE HONEY??? THEY DO IT TWICE IN CANON? Like AGHHHHH *scraps hands over face* I can only filter out so many "Bad parents Jack and Maddie Fenton" tags on my ao3 and still see these OOC takes on the characters. And yeah write whatever- I just wish I could fucking filter it out correctly so I don't have to see it! Tag it CORRECTLY please!

Now honestly, I do think talking about Canon Jack and Maddie they'd fall into the "cares but says dumb shit sometimes" category of accepting parents. But I do also believe that if Danny Phantom happened today's time and Danny was queer then Jack and Maddie would be the most embarrassingly pride parents at the pride parade. They would cover the fucking ghost assault vehicle in pride flags and blast how proud of their son they are at the pride parade on the things megaphone. While Danny wishes he could fucking die right there again before the embarrassment takes him.

No cops at pride, only the Fentons in the decked out assault vehicle.

[mariatesstruther]

okay but a version of events in which tommy takes ellie to the fireflies, but NEITHER of them come back. and maria joel have to work together to get them back

[neraiutsuze]

boy i love it when a battle comes together in a narratively perfect way

sixth or seventh try at the cazador battle. for once instead of opening with a call lightning, he decides to open with a blight and insta-kill my bard, who normally starts by dimension-dooring to free astarion. this means that things get perilously close to popping off ascension-wise before jaheira and shadowheart can get her back up and a Daylight off. this kind of sets the tone for the battle, which goes Badly for almost the whole time. it hits the point where both my bard and shadowheart are just spamming Mass Cure Wounds and Mass Healing Word to keep people on their feet.

however. eventually astarion gets in perfect postion to break out the scroll of disintegrate right at cazador. who fails the save. and finally takes a proper hit to his ridiculous HP pool. he then pitches a fit and runs right at astarion to try and fuck him up, but the healing from the ladies keeps him on his feet - and then cazador was in perfect 'astarion has a scroll of Sunbeam' range. he did also hit ryse with it because i didn't realise she was in range. it's fine. she gets it. she's cast fireball on herself to get enemies before now. that put him on his last legs.

and then astarion'd taken a potion of speed before, so he had another attack - and he was wearing the risky ring, so he had sneak attack from the advantage.

get fucked, cazador.

[losergender]

the more i read the faster the torture will end (yes im aware im choosing to do this and can stop when i want to)

okay back to titan attacks

"the truth of my life was becoming depressingly obvious: people didn't like me" alexis i know i said that i feel bad for you and stuff but you are also so unlikeable my dear. you never talk to anyone and your only 2 interests are mathematicians and classical music and you don't even bring them up when talking to people

stop guys she's wearing a black hoodie with a skull holding up a middle finger in the front

alexis this is why people dislike you.

alexis is on the pink press everyone

she keeps saying fluck instead of fuck

"the great war killing all our race was really bad for friendship" miss,,, miss do you hear yourself,,,

the one thing that annoys me the most about this book is that alexis cannot go two sentences without mentioning how she is suicidal and how she wants to die and straight up off herself and how despite having so many chances at it she never does it (WHICH IS COOL. DONT KILL YOURSELF PEOPLE) but she also never gives any explanation as to why not? like there was one chapter that in which she was at corfu w patrochilles and she was like "the best thing i could do was drown myself." cut to 3 paragraphs later, she's swimming with her pet because "she loves swimming." she's going through physical torture in the military thing they're at? "i wish i would die" "it's easier to die" "i'm gonna kms" "the moment i got a sec i was gonna kms." she gets close to death once and she's like "thank god i didn't die." which is a thing that happens. many people myself included who have experimented a near-death experience or real fear of death after/during suicidal ideation will come to a realization that maybe they didn't want to die and the cognitive disonance of "i wish i could kms but i dont want to die" is, i feel, a not all that widely explored topic in YA fantasy. and i think it's interesting, and it opens so many doors in terms of character development, and it could have make this book so, so much better. and instead not only is the chance not taken, but also, it turns sucide into a joke for 36 chapter and it makes is so that any mention of actual risk of death/suicide goes as a joke even if its serious.

(bonus points -> she has two very clear reasons as to why she can't die. one is that she's technically immortal which i dont really get bc shes meant to be in military school as a trial to see if she deserves immortality but also she and her classmates can already not be killed. except for the fact that. they can because 3 of them died. so whats the point idk. and i can only imagine how distressful it would be for someone who has suffered so much and is actively facing torture every day of their life that and who is suicidal to be suddenly told that she is never gonna die. and she doesn't mention that whole dilemma AT ALL. then, theres the fact that her little brother doesn't know where she's been the past months and he's still facing homelessness, this time by himself yes i still think he's dead. see, she brings up charlie like once every 3 chapters when she remembers to which i guess is a good amount. the idea of charlie is there either to make her feel guilty (when she has the wet dream) or to motivate her, because she wants to go back to him. BUT IT IS NEVER THERE TO MOTIVATE HER OUT OF HER SUICIDAL IDEATION? WHICH,,, AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FINDS THIS A BIT RANDOM? like how come charlie is good motivation when you are being forced to run after weeks of starvation but he is never once mentioned when you are wishing you would kill yourself? why is it "i gotta survive this for charlie" and then immediately after "i should kms" and no mention of charlie? like it feels so,, idk. whatever. sure.)

back to reading

speechless

"at this point, i didn't care if carl gauss thought i wasn't accomplished in the after life (i cared). carl can suck on my... stuff."

YOU HAVE A NICE GUY GREETING YOU WITH A SMILE AND BEING FRIENDLY TO YOU IN SPITE OF THE FACT YOU HAVEN'T TALKED TO ANYONE BUT 1 GUY IN MONTHS, IN SPITE OF THE FACT NO ONE WANTS TO KNOW SHIT ABOUT YOU, IN SPITE OF THE FACT YOU'VE BEEN COMPLAINING ALL CHAPTER ABOUT HOW PEOPLE DISLIKE YOU?? AND YOUR REASON IS THAT HE IS TOO GRATEFUL AND CHEERFUL?? ALEXIS IM TRYING TO BE NICE TO YOU BUT MY GIRL I CANT

a titan just attacked in the chapter called titan attacks who's surprised

"ice covered" you're in a greek island in autumn why is there snow.

okay so. the titan attacked while they were running (they've a circuit they have to do often around the island) and most students went to hide but she stayed behind to help one who had fallen (and who now is dead) and then she started to attack the titan herself with a stone and stuff until kharon (the predator) came to finish him off. and now. i think he's gonna kiss her. which. to quote finn mertens, i nono wanna.

btw in case anyone's lost, there's two guys pursuing alexis, kharon (the predator) and augustus (the evil teacher slash pokemon sword guy) (and theyre lovers)

alexis youre stupid

c-ptsd flashback okay

oh and now kharon mister "she's prey",, mister "i'm gonna kill her", mister "i'll be your sworn enemy", miser "i wanna torture you" is like "nooo alexis :( i didnt mean to trigger you by threatening to beat you up"

"can i touch you" BROTHER YOU WERE HOLDING HER BY THE JAW SECONDS AGO AND HAVE BEEN TOUCHING YOURSELF TO HER FOR AGES. WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN 1 MINTE AGO AND NOW FOR YOU TO LEARN CONSENT

augustus' whole thing is that he's overprotective of women to the point he wants to control every single one of their actions and he's so controlling of alexis that he threatens to torture/actually tortures everyone who touches her including doctors im gonna scream

also can i just say they go through all this intensive physical training just for their weapons of choice to be. Guns.

welcome to sunny reacting to stuff in which sunny reacts to stuff. in this tumblr post, we're dealing with blood of hercules (the i'm a girl and as it turns out i'm hercules book) because i'm doing So Bad Mentally that i am in dire need of something that will make me laugh.

chapter 1 reaction below

montana?? out of all states?? okay go off

"kids at school called it apocalytic core. i called it hell" already laughing. i love my life decisions.

SUPERSEED I'M SORRY WHAT?

"if you wanted to live (i didn't)" you and me both bestie

does the author know verb tenses

i'm saying so little bc otherwise the post would be huge. every single sentence is hilariously bad this is so silly

summary if anyone is interested -> pretty unclear dystopian setting, 10-yo befriends an echidna named nyx and then gets a foster brother delivered to her room the next day. the titans are like superhumans killing normal people and the "spartans" are 12 protector families (8 are olympian, 4 are cthonic and those are dangerous murderers or something).

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

I could fix jepexx. Someone get his cringefail ass over here right now I need to lock him in a room and make him listen to electric callboy and dangerkids and architects until he repents for his sins and starts a pair of patch pants

[dentpx]

Also the non-linear storytelling completely results in….no storytelling imo. Nintendo is so aware of the fact that players might not do things in the order they want (if they even do them at all) so all the information has to be really minimal and repetitive in case somebody only does one temple or whatever. TP and OOT and MM and literally every other Zelda game put you directly in the path of the main antagonists or have really drastic things happen while you’re there. Where TOTK/BOTW it’s like, everything really intense happened a super long time ago and you watch a video about it and then go back to hunting frogs or whatever

[depvotee]

oko kokokok but like HOW DAVID LEAN READ THE SEVEN PILLARS OF WISDOM AND HE GOT THE FIRST SECTION AND HE UNDERSTOOD TM HE UNDERSTOOD AND MADE SHERIF ALI, BC HES NOT ONLY A MAN BUT A REPRESENTATION OF ARABIA, IT'S SHOWCASED ON THE FIST SCENE WITH BOTH LAWRENCE AND ALI, INSTEAD OF UNDERSTANDING WHY IT WARRANTS TO KILL A MAN OVER A WELL, HE ADMONISHES HIM, YET ALI IS INTRIGUED BY THIS MAN, IT'S LIKE THE ROMANCE IS THERE BUT IT WAS DOOMED FROM THE START YKNOW?????

[jackass-jones]

They did Ryuki so dirty in aini and I’m gonna be salty about it for the rest of my life I think

[itsalwaysdark]

read asoue to weeman as a bedtime story he liked it YAYYYY